A/N: And here's the next chapter guys... and look, its even up in a week! I think that deserves a review. Or, a lot.

For everyone who answered my question on the previous chapter: I love Percy Jackson, and I think Annabeth and he are so cute!

Anyway, please review, I'd like to beat the review count on my other stories with this one!

I take back every nice thing I've ever said about James Potter… wait, I haven't said anything nice about him… I take back nothing!

James Potter is an arrogant, prattish git!

I am so over fireworks already… I mean, okay, maybe I did secretly enjoy them the first once or twice, but it's just gone 50 times and that is way to many.

Plus, they were PINK! Enough with the PINK already!

Is it impossible to use green? Or even blue?

But pink!

I am not a pink person.

I will never be a pink person.

The day I become a pink person is the day I say yes to James Potter.

So, never. Isn't that fantastic?

Even Remus was horrible today. Sidling up to me and being all, "Hey Lils, like the fireworks? James put a lot of effort into them… and I helped."

I had been ready to say, "No, I hate them, can he not use them again?"

But because of Remus' last little addition 'I helped' I was speechless.

S P E E C H L E S S ! ! !

Remus actually helped him?

And before I could retaliate (preferably with something rather painful and long-lasting) the sneaky bugger nicked off!

I was left fuming by the lake while the last fireworks slowly flickered out (I love you Lily Evans!- spelt out across the sky, how utterly unoriginal)

Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately, depends on how you look at it really) I couldn't even find the prat responsible for this so I could yell at him.

Nor could I find Sirius… no wait, he's snogging Marly over by the tree.

That is really not an attractive sight. Could they get a room? Or perhaps two? Enough to keep them occupied, away from me.

Is Sirius licking Marlene's forehead? Oh Merlin save us all… I may be blinded and I doubt I'd be the only one.

It made sense to turn around and back away slowly, so I did just that, running into someone's chest with a loud, OOMPH!

Embarrassed and blushing I turned around to be met with a familiar torso. Belonging to the one and only James Potter.

As I was standing there speechless with my mouth probably wide open making me look like a fool, I couldn't help but notice how exceptionally well-toned his chest was.

I opened my mouth to say something, but all that came out was a stuttered kind of choking.

Potter smirked (his usual facial expression) "Got you speechless, have I?"

Well I was, but is certainly didn't take me long to find my voice after that remark!

"JAMES POTTER!" I screeched.

He jumped, handing flying to cover his ears. Ha, serves him right!

"Was that really necessary?" he cried indignantly.

I started stroking my chin in mock-thought. In truth, I knew the answer before he asked.

"Uh, yes," I said in the sort of tone you use when stating the obvious.

"No it wasn't!" he exclaimed. Why ask if he 'knew' the answer.

My precarious sanity snapped.

"I'll show you what is necessary!" I yelled at him.

James gulped and started sprinting back to the castle while I ran after him pulling my wand out as I ran.

You know what the sad part is?

I didn't even get a good hex in.

And, I went to sleep with thoughts of well-muscled chests floating around in my head.

Stupid Potter.

A/N: So how was it? Good? I'm writing this with Lifehouse playing in the background, I love Lifehouse, so question for this chapter: Do you like Lifehouse?

I still need a beta, so any volunteers?

And ideas for theatrical ways that James could ask Lily out?

Anyhow

Eldest 28 signing off