I sat in a compartment with my friends. Mary had her nose stuck behind a rather dry looking book; Anna chattered happily, her anger over seeing Potter completely forgotten; Zoë listened to Anna, but she seemed distracted.

After a moment she said, "Lily, do you know who Head Boy is?" I looked at her.

"Nope… I was thinking it could be John Isons from Ravenclaw…" I felt myself blush. "Or Remus…" I rushed on.

Zoë laughed. "Have a little crush, do we, Lily?"

"No! Well, not Remus…" Mary looked up from her book and Anna stared at me, eyes wide.

"John Isons?" Zoë squealed. I frowned at her.

"Honestly Zoë, are you a first year or a seventh year?"

"I'm sorry, it's just, well, we always thought you would end up with Ja—" Zoë stopped talking abruptly when Mary poked her hard.

"With who?" I had a sneaking suspicion of whom Zoe was talking about, and I became angry.

"You weren't just about to say James Potter were you?" I glared at the threesome. Zoë just shrugged, but the other two looked embarrassed.

"Well, he has been asking you out continuously for the past two years. We figured you would give in eventually! I mean, he is good looking and funny and—"

"I can't believe you!" I don't know why I was so upset, but I couldn't stand it. The idea that my best friends thought that James Potter and I would go out…. I shuddered at the thought.

While I wasn't friends with Severus Snape anymore, I still couldn't forgive Potter for what he had done to my old friend. Plus, Potter was so full of himself, and arrogant, and selfish, and annoying, and—you get the idea.

"I need to take a walk," I said, getting up from the train seat and quickly exiting the apartment. None of my friends tried to stop me; they knew that when I was angry, the best thing they could give me was time.

Now that I was out in the train's hallway, I felt silly. I had totally overreacted to my friends' comments. But my pride didn't want me to go back to the compartment either.

I glanced at my watch. 12:06 was the time. I mentally slapped myself across the forehead. I was late for my first meeting as Head Girl! What must the Head Boy think of me? I thought. I prayed that it wasn't John Isons. I would die of embarrassment if it was. Please let it be Remus, at least I know him well enough not to feel so embarrassed.

I dashed down the hall, knowing how silly I must look but didn't care. I reached the first compartment and rushed inside. I looked around for the Head Boy to apologize but stopped short.

"I—where's the Head Boy?" James Potter sat in one of the room's comfy chairs and stared at me as I walked in.

"Honestly Evans, I never thought you were late for anything, but you surprise me yet again," he replied, totally ignoring my question. I felt a flicker of fire rise in my chest. I felt that it was his fault that I was angry with my friends, though I knew it really wasn't.

"Just answer my question Potter. And what are you doing here?"

"Well, first, that's two questions. And to answer them. The Head Boy was right on time for this meeting and happens to be sitting in a rather ugly, though comfortable, yellow chair," Potter said, pointing to the fabric underneath him.

I looked at him in confusion for a moment before realizing what he was saying. I shook my head.

"Funny, Potter, real funny. Did you know that not everything in life is supposed to be a joke? My question was serious." James looked slightly hurt.

"Ouch, my pride is wounded." He grabbed his chest in mock pain. Then he grabbed something on his robe and showed me a shiny badge identical to mine except that it had a H.B. on it.

It was too real to be a prank.

I felt the edges of my vision go blurry until all I could see was James Potter's face looking at me, grinning in triumph. My knees felt weak.

"Are you okay, Lily?" Potter's face changing. His grin turned to a frown as he looked concerned, and he reached out and grabbed by shoulder to steady me.

I realized how close I had been to collapsing on the floor like a wimp and was glad that he had steadied me. Wait, no I wasn't.

"Let go of me, Potter!" I barked. For once, he did as told.

I found it ironic how I had been worrying about Head Boy being a slytherin, yet it hadn't even crossed my mind that anyone would make James Potter Head Boy. And I thought a slytherin would have been impossible…