The Charming Head Boy

Head Boy. I pinned the badge proudly to my chest as I walked down the train, ignoring the eager eyes that were looking at me from the compartments. I was on fucking top now. I could easily get away with anything and everything now that I was the authority leader. Dumbledore must have been out of his mind crazy when he decided to make me Head Boy. Nonetheless, I took the position with pride and made a point to discuss new prank strategies with the rest of the Marauders.

Coming back to Hogwarts and not only being a seventh year but also Head Boy gave me a sense of... well, empowerment. There was nothing I couldn't do. I knew people envied me. Hell, if I were someone else, I would wish I were as good looking and simply sodding amazing as James Potter. So what if my ego was a little too big? No one else seemed to mind. Well, aside from Lily Evans, who had done nothing but eyed me with disbelief when I saw her on the compartment.

"Potter, you're Head Boy?" She asked me in a disbelieving voice.

I puffed out my chest a bit, not that I needed it though. I had the muscular arms, chest, legs, and abs thing going on. I showed it off proudly whenever I could. "You seem in shock, Evans."

"Clearly Dumbledore was not thinking clearly when he chose you." She continued. "Perhaps this is all a twisted joke or something."

"Hey, I have you know that I'm top in all of my classes." I replied back. She may be a hot bird, but no one talks down to James Potter. No one. "That's much more than you can say about yourself."

She laughed, though it wasn't the type of laugh you gave when something amused you. It was more of a haha-you're-so-lame-and-I'm-so-cool-that-I'll-just-laugh-at-you-like-I'm-ten-fucking-times-better-than-you. I would know; I laugh that laugh quite a few times myself. "Potter, are you on something? I'll have you know that I'm top of all our classes and you're merely number two."

I shrugged. "Maybe if I had a social life like yours I could be number one."

That got her to shut up real good. Her face went from playfully mocking me to a flicker of anger to just plain old disgust.

"Potter, grow up already."

Ouch.

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I stuffed a spoonful of mashed potato in my mouth. Delicious. I truly missed the cooking at Hogwarts more than anything else. My mum, being the crazy nut that she is, decided right as I got home that it was time we all changed our diets from filling and delicious meals to healthy and parchment tasting meals. It was all organic, all the time. As I eyed the platter of food in front of in the Great Hall, I was shocked that I could see potatoes that had a bit of oil on them. Oil, all forms of it, had become like a banned substance at our house. That along with every other good tasting food. It was goodbye ice cream and butterbeer, hello celery sticks and carrot juice.

Blech.

"You look like you haven't ate or even seen food in years, Prongs." Remus commented as I took a large bite of shepherd's pie.

"Mmmm." I replied with my mouth closed. I may have been hungry, but I still was repulsed by the idea of food flying out my mouth. Once I swallowed, I said, "Food, so good."

Peter lifted an eyebrow. "What gives?"

"My mum," I said. "Decided that our diet wasn't healthy enough."

Sirius dropped his spoon. "What? Your mum? Mrs. Potter? Sophia Potter? Sophia Potter, the lady who makes the greatest pumpkin pie on the face of this Earth, Mrs. Potter?"

I sighed with an exasperated expression. "The very one."

Sirius' mouth dropped. "That's unheard of!"

"You're telling me mate." I said. "I'm ashamed to say that I have now not only tasted, but consumed at least three times a week, tofu."

Remus pretended to retch into his plate. "That's disgusting, mate."

I nodded as I stuffed my mouth with a heaping fork full of chops. So fucking good. It almost felt like a sin to eat anything this good. I'd forgotten what real food tasted like.

"Looks like you're having an orgasm with your pork chops, Potter." Emmaline said as she sat beside me. Oh Emmaline, sex goddess of my dreams. Her hair was slightly blonder now, her eyes as blue as ever. I'll definitely have to get with her sometime this week.

For now, I entertained her. I planted a kiss on the piece of pork chop on my fork before taking another bite. "Oh pork chop, ohhh, don't stop. Oh, porky."

Emmaline laughed. "You're something, you know that?"

I shrugged. "I try."

I let my hand graze her knee, then slip a little higher. I gave her soft, beautifully shaped thighs a squeeze. Right as we were smiling at each other, Marlene walked past us with a look of pure disgust on her face. I distinctly heard her cough whore.

"Ignore her," I said to Emmaline who blushed pink. Then in a slightly louder voice I said, "She's just jealous that she doesn't own a lacey, purple bra."

Marlene's head whipped around and she flashed me the middle finger. Fuck you too, Marlene. I grinned devilishly at her. An entire summer and she still wasn't over me. It was definitely going to be an interesting year.

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"Game of Wizard's Chess?" Sirius asked me as we made our way to the Common Room.

"Nah mate," I said as I loosened up my tie. "I have a meeting with the Prefects I need to get to."

Sirius grimaced. "Good luck mate. Is Moony gonna be gone too?"

"Yeah, unless he's given up his Prefect's badge which I doubt he has." I replied.

Sirius sighed as he flopped down on the couch closest to the fire. "Guess I'll just have to beat Wormtail… again. I swear, it's like playing with a bloody brick wall with him."

I laughed. Oh, Peter. The only thing he's good at is making up pranks. I can't remember the last time a teacher didn't ask him to stay after class to talk about his homework. Poor bloke. Good thing he has a mate as incredibly smart as myself to help him out.

"Later, Padfoot." I said as I made my way towards the exit. On my way, I winked at a group of fifth year girls who all started to giggle and smile in a way that thought was flirty at me.

When I finally made it to the Prefect's lounge, I realized everyone was already there and that I was late.

"Fuck," I said as I made my way to the front of the room where Lily was glaring at me. A few of the Prefects that were closest to the door started to giggle at what I'd said. Seriously, how old are they? Five?

"Sorry I'm late…" I said, trying to think of an excuse. "Er, Head business."

Lily narrowed her eyes at me. "Clever," she said, her voice oozing with sarcasm.

I grinned at her. She didn't go weak at the knees like all the other girls do. "I try."

She rolled her eyes at me, and then said in a quieter voice. "It's only the first meeting and you've already managed to curse and come in fifteen minutes late. I've worked very hard to become Head girl and I'm not going to let you screw it up, Potter."

"Excuse me, what type of girl did you say you are?" I whispered back with a smirk on my face.

"Head gi-" Her glare intensified which I hadn't known was possible. "Potter, can you stop being a crude pig for even a minute and take this seriously?"

I could hear the Prefects getting impatient and some straining to eavesdrop, but I couldn't help myself. "Feisty. Exactly how I like my Head…" Then a moment later, I added, "girl."

Lily punched me in the arm. I laughed at her feeble attempt to hurt me. Clearly, Marlene was the powerful one of the two.

Lily turned back to the Prefects with a fake smile plastered on her face. "Now, where were we?" She asked, though the question was mostly directed towards her as she shuffled through the papers in front of her. Why didn't I receive any papers? I'm probably just someone Dumbledore chose to sit here and look pretty while Evans' takes the lead. "Ah," she said as she pulled out a piece of parchment. "Deducting points. Dumbledore made it very clear to me to discuss this matter with you guys because we had a bit of an issue with it last year."

See, I'm not crazy. She'd been talking with Dumbledore about these things. What have I been doing? Nothing.

"I'd like to remind you guys to please stop taking away points from people just because you don't like which house they're from or the person in general." She continued in that "oh, look at me! Dumbledore talks to me and I'm important and James Potter's just an overly attractive face with nothing to aid to this conversation!" voice. "Remember that we have to log each points in with McGonagall at the end of every week and last year, McGonagall gave quite a bit of grief to the Head student's Thomas and Arabella, for incorrect deductions. We really don't want to have our deductions taken away like our adding privileges were a few years back."

You know, I should really say something. Here was Evans, going on and on and on about all this professional Head and Prefect business and I was merely sitting here. Maybe in the future I can just bring in a picture or statue of myself and place it on my chair because clearly I was only here for visual purposes.

"Anyway, that's all. Thanks for coming and enjoy the rest of the night." Lily said as she began to stuff the pieces of paper into a manila folder. "Don't forget to check the board outside for patrol duties."

"Oh, and remember," I said, decided to pitch in. "Any questions you have can be answered by your lovely Head girl, Lily Evans, and myself." I placed extra emphasis on the word head.

Lily sent me another dirty glare. If looks could kill, Lily Evans' would've killed me, brought me back to life, then killed me again.