Love is in the air! Okay, kind of. Not really. I think the sugar is finally getting to me. Whee! R&R! Ok... I just read over it, and it still isn't very exciting. If anyone has any mini-plot ideas, it would be welcomed!

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If there was one thing that I was not capable of doing, it would be getting in trouble. Just the thought of it makes me have an uneasy feeling below my navel. I searched for a way to getting the Snitch back safely. If anyone found out that I had broken into something of school property, my reputation would be ruined.

Looking around, I saw the Ravenclaw Quidditch team carry the box away to practice. I saw the captain Jeremy Brocklehurst's retreating figure. This would be easy. I hadn't changed out of my dressing gown. It was not, to be put bluntly, modest. I hadn't thought that anyone would be up so early this morning, so I hadn't bothered to change. I sauntered closer to Jeremy, sashaying slightly.

"Hey, Jeremy?" I called softly. He turned. I saw him blush when he saw my attire. I looked up at him through my eyelashes and slightly pouted, trying what Black did when he tried to impress other girls.

"Y-yeah, Lily?"

"I was just wondering," I began, wracking my brain for something trivial. "Do you like pumpkin-juice?" I winced at the unimaginative inquiry. While I had his attention on me, I chucked the Snitch behind him, making it fly away.

"Sure. Why?"

"I—erm—oh! The Snitch escaped!" I pointed and started briskly walking toward the castle.

From behind me I could hear the shouts from Jeremy. "Who the hell let that Snitch out! Get it down now! Oh! Wait—Lily!" I heard the shuffle of robes as he chased after me.

Ugh.

Why the hell does he need to talk to me? Sure, he looked hot with his blue Quidditch robes. His soft, feathery hair falling into his face gracefully. His twinkling blue eyes. His rough, calloused hands. His tight, firm a—Anyway. Aside from all of those engaging attributes, he had the horrible habit of being an arse. If it were possible—I shudder at the thought—the size of his ego competes with Potter's.

"So," he stood in front of me, striking an idiotic pose, what I suppose meant to be appealing. "I was wondering if..." He flipped his hair, shaking it out of his angular face, "...you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me in a month?" It was the last Hogsmeade trip so I was sure that many couples would be there, inhaling the time together before they were separated during the summer.

Close to gagging, I restrained the urge to make a face and reject him right there.

"Erm. Can I get back to you on that?" I tried to regain my composure.

He nodded, looking smug, probably thinking that I was playing hard-to-get. Idiot. We went our different ways, mine towards the castle and his towards the field.

I started to see people starting to wander the halls. Hurrying, I tried to get to the portrait hole before other people saw me in this apparel.

"Mimbulus Mimbletonia," I nearly snarled the password out when I saw a couple of fourth-year boys staring downward.

Rushing into the common room, I looked around, noticing people gaping shamelessly. I walked up to my dormitory, trying to open my door. It was stuck! I tried multiple spells on it, unable to open it. Groaning, I stomped down to the common room.

"You don't have to dress nicely to prove your adoration towards me, love," a smooth, yet irritating voice said from behind me. Just another thing to make my day better. Potter.

I rolled my eyes and turned around. He was ruffling his hair, making it even messier. I suppose he thought it was more appealing that way.

"Okay, Potter, what do you want?" I demanded.

"Go out with me this weekend. You, me, and Hogsmeade."

"Like a snowball's chance in hell," I snapped. I was not in the mood. I plopped down on the couch, glaring up at Potter.

"You know you want me," he purred and jogged out of the portrait hole. I groaned and got lost in thought. Why, other than his ego, do I despise Potter so? I thought back.

Our first year on the train was the first time I saw Potter. I had been crying; Petunia didn't want to talk to me because I had found that letter in which she asked Dumbledore to accept her into Hogwarts. She had gotten so mad... I was crying in a corner of a compartment when Potter, Sirius, Remus, and Peter walked in. They all talked loudly while Remus read a book. Showing little to no interest in me, they talked about strange things, unknown to me at the time. Severus opened the compartment door and began soothing me. Potter interrupted when Severus said he wanted to be in Slytherin.

"Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?" he had said, speaking to Sirius. That day I had gotten so annoyed at Potter I just left the compartment, marking the beginning of the continual quarrel between him and me.

Then, I was aware that I was still in my robe, even after all that I went through to change. I trudged up to the girls' dormitories, pounding on the door when it wouldn't open. I put my ear to it, wondering what could cause such a barricade.

I immediately regretted it.

I could hear the smacking of lips and groans of pleasure within the room. Ew. I did not need that bit of information. I knew who it was. Emmeline always seemed to be able to bring in the guys on weekends. Of course. For the third time that day, I flung myself onto one of the soft armchairs. Remus was across from me and looking quite sickly.

In the end of the second year I had figured out why Remus was so different. He's a werewolf. My best friends that year were books. Endlessly books. I had read so many about werewolves—they were so fascinating! Then, I realized with horror, that Remus was one. He had the same exact symptoms as the ones in my book. Finally, I confronted him with it. Truthfully, he acted like an idiot. He thought that I wouldn't want to be his friend, just because he was a werewolf. He appeared to ignore me for several weeks, but he seemed to understand that I wouldn't be going anywhere after I slapped him in the face. I did make him promise, however, not to tell anyone that I knew his secret. I didn't want anyone to be aware, especially Potter, as it could, unfortunately, be some kind of "turn on."

Thankfully, Potter seemed to be preoccupied with something else.

A couple weeks prior the Quidditch incident, I noticed Potter was acting kind of strange. He always had his head in a book. Sure, if you didn't know him it would look completely natural. If you don't know him. I've never seen him get anywhere close to a piece of literature! It irrationally piqued my interest.

We were in Transfiguration, talking. Since O.W.L.s were over, every class seemed to be purely for socializing. The professors were getting smarter—they knew that we would just forget it over the summer. I was listening to Mary chatting at me, keeping my eye on Potter.

He noticed me staring. Nodding slightly, he went back to his book. He didn't even smile. Then, he turned and started talking in hushed tones to Sirius, occasionally pointing to something in the book.

"Lily... Lily, are you even listening to me?" Mary waved her hand in my face. I turned toward her, seeing the annoyed expression on her face. Then she looked to where I was watching, eyebrows raised.

"Erm. Yeah! Something about... Nargles?" I hoped that lie distracted her from Potter.

"What?"

"Y'know, Nargles," I said. "Xenophilius Lovegood keeps talking about them in Charms. They supposedly live in bunches of mistletoe. I think he's drafting some kind of magazine about them. He's looking for a name for it and always talks about it."

"Xeno Lovegood? The Ravenclaw who attacked Professor McGonagall for dismissing his theory about Blubbering Humdongers, or something?"

"Blibbering Humdingers. He thought they were dangerous, or something and going to take over the Forbidden Forest."

She snorted. "He is one of the strangest people I have never known."

I inclined my head in agreement.

"So why were you staring at James?"

Damn it. I'd hoped she forgotten.

"Blimey... do you like him now?" Her voice carried, making people within a four foot radius look our direction.

"Shhh!" I hissed, "And no, I do not like him. It's just weird, is all."

"Him reading? Yeah, its weird. And sexy."

I looked at her as if she were crazy. "Yeah, you go ahead and think that."

My day only got weirder. I went to the library to look for a book and Sirius Black was picking up a book. He grinned momentarily, looking down upon the cover. I hid behind a bookcase, unsure of what to do. Seeing him put down the book on a stack of four large books, I nearly fainted right then and there. He went off to find another book, so I snuck up to the pile and looked at the titles on the spines. Amazing Animagus by Archie Inganni and Animagi: Everything of Being and Becoming by Margareta Salventra. I heard a rustle behind me, so I figured that it was Sirius.

I rushed away when I felt a hand grasp my wrist.

"Not so fast, Lilyflower." Brocklehurst's slimy voice came from behind me, "You never told me your answer for Hogsmeade... there's only a couple days until the trip."

From the sound of his voice, I could tell that he didn't expect my next answer.

"Jeremy, I wouldn't go out with you even if I was forced to take a love potion," I spat in his face.

"Wha—What?" He took a step back. A look of anger overtook his look of shock. "You'll regret this, Evans. You will regret this." He swiftly turned and hurried out of the library.

"Woah," Sirius hummed from my side, "Trouble in paradise?"

"Shut up, Black." I didn't have time for this. My unpleasant headache was growing substantially since my meeting with Brocklehurst. I headed for the common room, not realizing that I had left my bag with my wand on the library table.

I was caught, defenseless, as I walked toward the Fat Lady. Then, everything went black.