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TeenageCrushes

Chapter 2: Thoughts on the Train

I stepped onto the platform and glanced at my watch. Right on time to be early. If anybody was a perfectionist and had to be early to everything, I most certainly was. Normally most of our group was early too, and tended to beat me, but this year I was planning on being the first one on the train.

I entered the usual compartment that me, Aubrey, Allison (I'm the only L aren't I? Allison is my other best friend at Hogwarts), and the Marauders usually shared. I was greeted by Aubrey, Allison, Remus, and Peter, and was decidedly shocked. I was planning to be the first one there, but I was beaten by not only one, but FOUR people! "So much for being the first one here," I said aloud.

"Lily, when have you ever been the first one here?" Allison joked.

"I was planning on starting this year, especially since I'm Head Girl!" I explained, getting excited again about the thought of being Head Girl.

It had been my dream since I first learned I was a witch and read about Hogwarts in Hogwarts, A History. I had worked hard to attain my goal, always reading ahead and going the extra mile(s) on my homework. I constantly had to put up with the teasing and "bookworm" jokes just to get where I was now. If anyone deserved the Head Girl position, it was Lily Evans.

"Really? You got Head Girl? That's awesome! James got Head Boy, so now that my boyfriend and best friend are the Heads, I wonder how much stuff I can get away with?" she acted as though she thought about it for a second. "Oh! I know! Practically everything!"

"Hah, as if I'd let you get away with the stuff you pull. But knowing me, I'd probably be in on most of the stuff too."

"I also heard that you guys get to share your own common room. You have got to give me the password, I plan on spending a lot of time there," she added.

I went from being extremely excited and happy, to moody and angry in a flash. How dare she think she could spend most of her time in MY common room with him? I shudder to think about what she meant by spending a lot of time there.

It seemed as though she noticed my abrupt mood change and a confused and worried expression crossed her face. I put on a fake smile and chirped, "Well, I've got to head to the Heads' cabin since I'm late as it is, and Professor McGonagall wants to brief us on our Heads' duties. She'll have a heart attack if 'perfect, never late Lily Evans' is late. I'll get back to you on the password thing when I see you at the feast."

On my way there, I started about thinking about sharing a common room with him. What was I going to do? I can't share a common room, much less a bathroom with him. It's going to take a lot of self-control not to be a blubbering idiot around him during the day, but almost all the time now? I was in for a difficult year.

But on the bright side, it was going to be a lot easier to sneak out at night. But as soon as I thought about nighttime and the common room I imagined what Aubrey and him would be doing in his room at night. I groaned, Get those images out of my head!

And they did just that when I walked straight into a firm chest and fell on my butt. What lovely surprises I was starting my school year with. Learning he is Head Boy, thinking about whether or not he does the dirty in his relationship with Aubs, and now walking straight into a person, most likely a boy by the feel of the firm chest.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going," I heard the voice that haunted my dreams say. Please don't tell me that the person I ran into was him! I looked up. Yup, it was. What a bloody fantastic morning. I started blushing profusely, and started wondering how much like a beet root I was looking.

I tried to calm myself down enough to say something. Thoughts were flying through my head at a rapid fire pace. Right, here it goes: "I should be the one apologizing, I ran into you!" I said in a voice that belied my inner turmoil.

He looked me over before saying, "You're Head Girl this year, aren't you? I'm pretty sure we're headed toward the same place. Why don't you walk with me, just so you don't run into any more people?" he joked.

I laughed and answered, "Yes." He actually knew that I was Head Girl! That meant he was paying at least some sort of attention to me. And here I was, running straight into him like an idiot.

I noticed on our way to the Heads' compartment that he was deep in thought. It gave me a chance to give him a good going over. His unruly jet black hair fell into his almost turquoise colored eyes. He had grown over the summer to be about 6'3", towering over my 5'7" frame. His shoulders had also gotten broader, and his muscles seemed more defined through his tight muggle shirt. All in all, he looked like a delectable piece of meat.

When we reached the Heads' compartment, I saw him look at his watch, and I took the chance to look at it, too. Crap, we were ten minutes late. There's no way Professor McGonagall would let us get away with this one. Even though she liked me, she was still the strictest Professor at Hogwarts. When I saw that he seemed to hesitate before going in, I took the initiative and went in first.

Professor McGonagall's hands were on her hips, and her foot was doing the impatient tapping thing that I was so fond of doing when I was starting to get severely annoyed. Her glasses were perched on the tip of her nose, and she was giving me the "you-better-have-a-good-excuse-for-being-late" look that she had given everyone except me in the past. (Remember, I'm never late, but that's not to say that Aubs and Allison never were.)

"Miss Evans, Mr. Potter," she nodded to each of us, never wavering in her glare. "I do hope that in the future you will be on time. What kind of an example will you be setting to your fellow students if you are late to a meeting with your Professor, no less? Much as I'd like to discuss this further, I'm rather pressed on time. I know you were sent a handbook along with your Hogwarts letter, so I'm going to make this rather brief."

I tuned her out after 15 minutes of non-stop lecturing. What she considered brief was in fact half an hour. As much as I love Transfiguration, that woman was a complete and total prude. I wonder if she had ever been shagged? I mean, she looks like she'd be happy dying an old spinster.

I started paying attention when Professor McGonagall looked like she was finishing up. He said politely as she left, "Have a nice train ride," but I could tell he really didn't mean it. He hadlooked more bored than me, if that was possible, during her long speech. She glared at him in response as she made her way to wherever she was going.

I sat down on one of the plush couches that filled the huge cabin, and soon felt myself drifting off to sleep, only to be woken by him lightly shaking my shoulder and whispering, "We're going to be there in ten minutes. I think you should probably change into your school uniform now."

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A/N: I think that starting out and setting up the plot is the most difficult thing ever! Luckily I haven't been hit with writer's block yet, but I can feel it creeping up on me. Next chapter will be the train ride from James' POV, definitely much longer than this chapter.

Author's Note after editing and revising: When I first started writing this chapter, I think I had it planned out to do something a little different than what it's turning out to be. I don't think it's bad, but I think I could do better. I'm leaving most of the story as is, but tweaking it a little here and there now. I've decided not to totally revamp it because that would take a lot more time and effort than I can handle right now, and I don't think what I wanted to change it to would work. But, good news, I reached 100 reviews today! Big thanks to all of you reviewers. I can't tell you how happy that makes me. It really does encourage me to keep on writing. (Okay, this is an addition to this note, reviewers are what made me come back! Thanks for that! I got a random review one day about a month ago, and it reminded me that I still had this story, and at least another few chapters planned out in my head. Right now, I'm just fixing mistakes and filling out the chapters a little bit, adding a few words and phrases here and there. And remember, constructive criticism is great!)