Title: Expecto Patronum

Author: AFairytalePrincess

Summary: Lily Evans has enjoyed her time at Hogwarts so far, but when her seventh year is just around the corner, can she make sure her last year is just as amazing? Especially when James Potter has other ideas.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Author's Note:

Enjoy!:')

Expecto Patronum – Chapter Three – A Lesson from Mr James Potter

No.

My head flipped up at the sound of my name.

No.

No.

Please, no.

I was definitely not ready for this.

Seriously, I thought hiding in the hospital wing was supposed to make sure Potter of all people didn't find me.

I really need to rethink my ideas.

Oh, crap.

He's staring at me like I'm insane. Which I probably am, but my friends don't seem to care. Maybe I should give him an answer back; he seems to staring at me intently, probably trying to understand the flash of emotions flying across my face at the moment.

"Hello."

Seriously?

Is there something wrong with my mouth?

Why did I just say hello?

Yep.

It's been decided.

I'm checking back into the hospital wing tomorrow.

Okay.

So that didn't go that badly I guess.

After my incredibly stupid response to his dramatic statement, he scooted up, closer to where I was resting and muttered something I didn't manage to catch. Maybe he thinks I have excellent bat-like hearing or something because he kept going with his long –making no sense - sentence. I should have left him sat there, just to see if he would notice, he was so lost in his own world, mumbling to himself. Finally, I plucked up the courage to say "what?" before he did that stupidly annoying smirk of his and carried on talking …. Or should I say muttering like an idiot.

Maybe he's planning some sort of evil plan and this is just a distraction.

He probably hates me.

I can live with that… if he stops bugging me.

It really does surprise me that he has friends.

Or even a friend.

His large ego must be too large for anyone to stand; therefore I am surprised to find that he is head of some stupid group 'The Marauders.'

Wow. I sounded so smart just then.

And now I've gone back to sounding stupid.

But anyway, back to the story. So I left. I tried to do a dramatic exit and flounce off but it didn't really work. One, I got twisted up in the sheets and fell of the bed. Two, I think I've broken my ankle, the same one that got magically expanded. Madam Pomfrey will start to hate James Potter soon for all the times I've ended up in hospital because of him. And thirdly, he jumped up and helped me off the floor.

What sort of person jumps up to help someone they hate?

I mean, I don't know if he hates me yet, but it seems like it.

After helping me up off the floor the prat smiled! SMILED! WHYYYY?

That's not even the worst part.

He said (and I quote) "I think we should be friends."

I'm still recovering from shock up here in my dorm. I'm surprised that he wants to be friends. I mean, I thought he hated me!

And me, being an idiot, said yes.

But despite all of the shocking-ness that happened during my conversation with Potter, it all turned out quite well.

Better than I initially expected anyway.

After I mumbled my response, he smiled brightly at me and left.

Left!

That twat.

So I had to hobble up these stairs until I landed on my bed.

Whose genius idea was it to make so many stairs?

I should have just collapsed on one of the first year's beds but it would have looked slightly creepy to find the head girl in their room.

I think sleeping would probably help my confused brain.

I should wait up for Maddie and Lucy though, to tell them about my confusing conversation.

I fell asleep. I didn't mean to obviously but my ankle hurt and it felt natural to doze off. Maddie and Lucy still haven't returned, or they woke up really early and left without me.

The cows.

What should I do?

Hobbling out of bed and down the large amount of stairs seems to be the answer.

Breakfast doesn't sound too bad either. Maybe Maddie and Lucy are just chilling there. I know Lucy would hang around places with food. She eats a lot and doesn't get fat. Pssh.

I couldn't find either of them at breakfast so I've decided to pre-occupy myself by sitting outside our transfiguration classroom. I'm too early and class hasn't started yet so I settled for sitting down, just outside the door. People have been staring at me and shooting me weird looks but I think they understand how weird and strange I am and have gotten used to me.

Actually, they're probably thinking Dumbledore was absolutely crazy for choosing Potter as head boy and myself as head girl.

A right pair we make.

My watch is telling me that class is staring in 20 minutes which means I should probably start moving myself inside the classroom.

Or maybe I'll stay sat here.

The floor's actually quite comfortable.

Or maybe I shouldn't go to class today.

If I said that out loud, I can guarantee looks of shock, disbelief and confusion. I, Lily Evans, skipping class? That would be unthinkable.

Except it's not.

Yeah, I think I'll be badass today and not go to transfiguration. I'm crap at the subject anyway and McGonagall won't miss me.

The only problem is that I am currently sat outside of the classroom I am supposed to be avoiding.

This can't be good.

Maybe if I crawled to the other side, then no one would be able to see me and I would be concealed in the shadows until the coast is clear.

Yes. I like this plan.

Stretching my fingertips flat against the floor, I stretched my body out until I was lying on my stomach across the entrance of the classroom. Slowly peeling my fingers off the ground and inching myself forwards seemed to be working. I continued slowly, afraid of making a loud noise and have McGonagall run out of her office.

"Well, well, well. Who do we have here?"

I flinched at the sound.

A familiar voice standing over me.

I looked up slowly to see James Potter smirking at the sight of me sprawled across the floor. I sat up self-consciously, embarrassed to be caught during my plan.

"Evans, surely you know how to skive class without having to crawl on the floor."

I felt my cheeks flame red as I looked down at my hands.

C'mon Lily. Say something back.

I blurted out the first thing that came into my head. "You'd know all about skiving wouldn't you Potter?"

He looked surprised, not expecting me to come up with anything at all.

I did tend to get tongue tied around him; but only because he was irritating and I couldn't think of anything to say to his idiot remarks.

What did surprise me was when he stalked off suddenly, pivoting on his heel and entering the classroom.

A note fluttered down towards me and landed in my lap.

Meet me at 5 in the common room.

-J

Oh, what now?

A/N: I hope you like it! Sorry this one is so late, I've had a few of my January exams and it was my birthday on the 12th of January!:') Enjoy this chapter! Reviews would be nice too