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~On October 5th, 1975~
James Potter wasn't paying much attention in Transfiguration, which wasn't new. It came natural to him, and he never needed to practice to be the best. His best friend Sirius Black wasn't all that great at it, but they passed notes anyway.
S- Prongs, you'll give me the answers tonight won't you?
J- Of course you git, I always do.
S- This is why we're best friends.
J- Totally. Padfoot, you should check out Snivellius's hair. It's greasier than usual.
S- Is that even possible?
J- Apparently. Look at it.
Sirius looked at it. Snape certainly looked even less put together than usual. He wondered if something was going on with his family, or maybe it was schoolwork.
S- Yeesh. We should stop. It's almost time to go.
And it was. Not twenty seconds after he said it, the bell signaling the end of the day rang. He and his three best friends got up to follow the other students out the door.
"Mr. Potter, please stay and talk with me. I have something I wish to discuss with you." A much younger Professor McGonagall said to the young, stubborn fifth year James Potter.
Sirius, Remus, and Peter looked at him as if waiting for him. He smiled at them. They were really there for him for everything. They clearly thought he was in trouble. And that's what he thought as well.
"You guys go I'll catch up." James told them, and they left. It was a wonder why the boy only looked at Lily Evans, as he was a tall, smooth-talking Quidditch player and the girls certainly stared. But even though she thought he was irresponsible and arrogant, he remained wanting only her.
He stood in front of McGonagall's desk, knowing that she thought the same things that "Miss Evans" thought of him, but still had a smile on his face.
"Yes Professor, what'd I do now?" he asked politely, feigning boredom. McGonagall gave him a tight-lipped smile.
"You are one of my most gifted Transfiguration students, and I feel like you could be a help to those who aren't." she said.
He narrowed his eyes, not getting it. "Huh?"
"I want you to teach them." She elaborated, rolling her eyes.
"You want me to be a tutor!?" James said incredulously. McGonagall frowned.
"I would appreciate it Potter." She replied.
"But — tutoring is not my strongsuit!"
"But Transfiguration is. Know your material and you can teach anything."
"I don't know Professor."
"It could help you grow in so many ways!"
"No."
"Don't you want to share your knowledge with students in need?" she asked one more time, trying to persuade him.
"Not really." he said. She sighed. She should have known better. She grinned as she thought of something, and James was surprised to see a ghost of a smirk on his Professor's face.
"It would be extra credit that would go towards some classes you are failing." she said, clearly thinking she got him. She was frustrated that he could be a really good student if he put any effort into anything.
"Nah still doesn't sound like it's worth it." James said, and she huffed, exasperated.
"Potter?"
"Yes?"
"You are doing it."
"Yes Professor."
"Meet Miss Olivia Declan in the library at noon tomorrow."
"Never heard of her." McGonagall sighed at his dismissal behavior.
"She's a fourth year Hufflepuff."
"Oh, ok." he said not really caring. And as he walked away he had another thought. "Will this still be up for extra credit?"
"No."
"Bullocks."
"Potter!"
"Sorry Professor."
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His friends stared at him, disbelieving. "You? A tutor?" Sirius had a blank look on his face before bursting into laughter, falling over the back of the armchair. Remus looked overly thoughtful as always, where as Peter just looked shocked.
"Why would she pick you?" Remus asked, shocked. James shrugged.
"I am and I quote, 'one of her most gifted students.'"
Remus feigned hurt. "I'd be a much better tutor than you." James rolled his eyes.
"I don't doubt that Moony, you have a lot more patience." he replied, and Remus grinned.
"Thanks Jamie," he said, ignoring James's face at the nickname.
"So we're serious this time. Why do you - as in James," Sirius asked looking at the other Marauders pointedly before continuing, "think she picked you?" he finished, leaning back.
"This is her way of teaching me a lesson, and to expand my horizons and help people." James said dramatically waving his hands.
"Well it's about time you learned." a sharp, stern voice said. James turned around so fast and saw Lily Evans in all her shining radiance. She glared at him while looking amazing. She was beautiful. She was 5'9, curvy, and had lean, long legs. Her long gorgeous cherry red hair was to her ribcage, and her piercing green eyes were glaring daggers at James. Merlin, she was well, stunning.
"Taken to eavesdropping have we Evans?" James said snarkily. He may have liked her a lot, but he didn't show weakness to anyone. Not even Lily "Gorgeous" Evans. She scoffed, brushing aside the comment easily.
"Please Potter, it's not that interesting. I was walking out and happened to overhear."
"It's not that interesting, but I'm that interesting." He said arrogantly.
"Oh absolutely, people are just lining up for you." Lily retorted sarcastically. James smirked, and she wanted to smack him.
"They would be dear, it's just how obvious I make it to them that I'm yours stops them." He said arrogantly. He was satisfied to see a faint blush on her cheeks.
"Why don't you just grow up?"
"Because it's impossible."
"You're so annoying!"
"You're too uptight."
"You're insufferable."
"And you're adorable. Go out with me?"
"You wish Potter." She said, flipping her hair and dramatically walking out after her friend Emma Pickett, who winked at Sirius on they way out, causing Lily to forcefully yank her out of the portrait hole.
"I do wish!" James yelled after her.
"What do you see in that bird? Nothing but trouble she is." Sirius said glaring at Lily's back, blushing when he noticed what Emma was doing.
James turned to Sirius fiercely after his question.
"I happen to really like her! I like the fact that she tells me off because no one else does! I like that she doesn't treat me like some sort of god." James said. Sirius still looked uncertain.
"James, she's hurt you about a million times."
"I don't care."
"You're going to one of these days."
"I don't think so."
Remus tried to end the awkward conversation by starting his own. "What girls are you dating this week Siri?"
"None actually." Sirius said, relaxing when he realized the argument with his best mate was over. He ignored the looks of shock on their faces, and silently relieved to see James wasn't mad at him.
"I'm into, like actually into, the sweet, talented, beautiful Emma Pickett." he said. They all nodded.
"Oh, ok. That's a good change for you." Remus said knowing why Sirius blushed. Sirius nodded in thanks. James jolted as he realized something.
"Oi, Sirius! We have Quidditch in like five minutes!" Sirius's face matched his face of horror, and they bolted out of the common room.
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Lily walked out with Emma, getting worked up like she always is when she was around Potter. Emma looked at her cautiously.
"Lily, calm down." she said to the redhead, who was taking deep breaths, trying to calm herself.
Lily nodded. Emma was a curly headed blonde with sapphire blue eyes and a winning complexion. She was 5'6, which was normal, but she seemed to think it was short. She was pretty, she just didn't know it. She got massive appreciation for being able to sort Lily out. They were best friends because they knew how to deal with each other's mad ways. She remembered when they first met on the train ride in first year, when Emma asked how her hair became that shade of red. They got along really well from them both being Muggleborns.
"I'm ok! I swear!" Emma gave her a doubtful look.
"I'm fine Emma." Lily said dismissively. Emma ignored the small stab of hurt she felt from that comment.
"No you're not! You get all flustered around James, is there something you want to tell me?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you... erm... have sexual tension or something?" Emma blushed as she said the sentence. Merlin, she was pathetic.
"No." Lily said sharply. Then her face became one of amusement. "Why was that so hard for you to say?" Emma blushed again.
"I really don't kn -"
"Because you have sexual tension with Black!" Lily said, in an arrogant air.
"Sirius." Emma corrected immediately, paling when she realized what she'd done. Then she blushed as Lily started grinning wickedly at her. She had that look on her face like, no-matter-what-you-say-I'm-right. And Emma sighed and nodded.
"I like him... a lot." Lily was grinning stupidly, causing Emma to blush.
"Piss off Lily." Emma said half-heartedly. She just laughed.
"Oh I have big plans Emma, and I get you can't wait to find out what they are." She said in an over-dramatic voice.
"Ugh, no Lily."
"Yes, why not?"
"What if he doesn't like me back?"
"He does, and even if he didn't, he'd still shag you."
"Gee thanks Lily."
"You're welcome." She said not catching the sarcasm, and clapping her hands together excitedly.
Emma looked fine for a second and then, "I don't know Lily." Lily rolled her eyes.
"Why? Are you seeing someone else?" She asked mock-stern.
"Um no."
"You are! Little whore."
"I'm not! Hey, I'm not a whore!"
"Fine, I kinda agreed to go to Hogsmeade with Benjamin Wyatt."
"Whore." Lily said again. Emma held out her shaking hands, about to throttle Lily's pretty little neck, but Lily just smirked and she gave up.
"I was denying my feelings for Sirius at the time." Emma explained.
"When was this?"
"Umm... Yesterday."
"Emmaaaa." Lily said, drawing out Emma's name. Emma knew she was annoyed.
"I'm sorry! I just realized it!"
"Whatever. I love you and your dumb little self."
"I hate you."
"No you love me." Lily said matter-of-factly.
"Fine."
"Ha, I knew it."
"Shut up."
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The next morning, James woke up at ten, two hours before he had to meet the mysterious Olivia Declan.
He ate breakfast, and when it was time to go, his friends wished him luck. It took him a second to remember where the library was because he, admittedly, didn't visit the place too often.
It was easy to find Olivia because she was the only other one in there. Her back was facing him, and she was bending down, digging through her bag. This gave him full view of her bottom, which was, well, nice. Her skirt was longer than required and everything she wore seemed big on her tiny frame.
He hadn't seen her face yet, but she had brown hair. Deep, dark, rich brown hair to her waist in waves. It was pretty. Her skin was pale, a big contrast from her hair, but she didn't have a bunch of freckles like Lily did. And he found that he didn't really care.
He made it in front of her, her still not noticing. She finally noticed when he put his bookbag down with a, 'thump.' Olivia jumped. He finally got a good look at her face. She was very pretty to him. She had wide, innocent amber eyes that were just... wow. She had a cute button nose with freckles on it, and rosy pink lips that looked very kissable. He immediately shook himself. He didn't even know her! And he was Lily's, he didn't need to be thinking about another girl.
She had just noticed him sitting there. "James Potter, hi." Her voice was very soft and quiet, like she didn't use it very much. She definitely seemed like the timid type.
"Hello."
"I'm Olivia." She introduced quietly. James smiled sweetly.
"I know."
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