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Chapter 3: A Pleasant Surprise

Potter and I swung open the door to our new common room and stood there awestruck. My eyes soaked in the beautiful room in front of me. It was small and quaint. It had a plush chair and a couch that would set four or five people. Along the walls were two desks, complete with notebooks, quills and many bottles of ink. There was a small fireplace that warmed the whole dorm. Then here was the view. Oh the view was brilliant. It overlooked the grounds of the school and all the mountains in the distance. The sun was setting on the lake, it was beautiful.

On opposite sides of the room there were two doors. One had Lily written above it and the other, James. We parted ways to go take a closer look. My room was painted red and gold for Gryffindor, while still incorporating green. The beg was huge and there was a wonderful closet. There was a huge bookshelf stocked full of books. I would never get bored! This room was perfect for me, they had done a remarkable job.

I walked across the common room to see what Potter's room looked like. Would it be like mine? My curiosity got the best of me and I walked into his room. Unfortunately, I walked in at the wrong moment. His door was open so I walked right on in. And there he was, James Potter, standing there only half-dressed. He was pulling a shirt over his head as I walked in. His stomach was perfectly toned. He had a six pack. Oh boy did he have a six pack. He was tall and lean. I won't deny that he was extremely good looking. I stood there stunned, soaking in the view, until I came to my senses and ran back to my room quietly. All those years of Quidditch had suited him well, I thought. Oh god Lily. Snap out of it!

He knocked on my door and after I changed into my pajamas as well, I let him in. He was now fully dressed and in his plaid pajama pants and a grey t-shirt. He looked at me and smiled.

"I just wanted to say goodnight to you Evans."

"Well, alright." I said. The next thing I knew the words came spilling out of my mouth. "Goodnight James."

I called him James. James. I was certainly NOT on a first-name basis with James Potter. No way. What was happening to me? It's not like I fancy him! A small nagging voice at the back of my head said, but you think he's attractive and he is really sweet... No. I needed to stop there. I could not. I did not, fancy James Potter.

He had noticed too. He stood there smirking. "You- you called me James."

I sighed, attempting to play it off, "Yes, what of it?"

"Oh nothing. I just -uh- I like it Lily. Can we finally put our last names behind us? I like the way you say my name."

"Ok James. Whatever. But don't start thinking that I'm your friend or anything. I can assure you I am not."

"Sure hun, you're not my friend. Well," he said pausing. "Not yet."\

He winked and closed my door behind him. I flopped down on my bed and grabbed one of the books from the shelves. I began to read but my mind wasn't focused. I started to think that maybe, just maybe, James wasn't so bad after all.

A/N: I know it's short but Lily needs to feel something for James. Review Please!