I found my self breathing heavily as I reflected over the consequences of what I had just done. I had failed acting in primary school, but I was probably the worlds best liar. And Potter was pretty good too. But I had to put up with the whole school thinking I was madly in love with Potter, which was almost as humiliating as admitting defeat to Petunia. Sighing I shook my head and walked to the Heads compartment. Fortunately Potter had decided to get to school early this year and as such I could simply walk through the passages, without having to worry about crushing first years (although I was pretty short myself, especially for a seventh year). Head Girl. Sounded like some kind of joke. They were supposed to be honest and good and trustworthy students. Ha. I might as well have refused the position when I first got the letter. Sighing I opened the door. "All right. Everyone sit down." Even the Prefects were excited to be back, and were jumping all around the compartment. "Where's the Head Boy?" I turned around, closing the door behind me. "Here." An all to familiar voice called out. My jaw dropped. Potter? Trying to control my anger and confusion over why Dumbledore would make him of all people become Head Boy I reminded myself that he was supposed to be my boyfriend who I was very much in love with and I would love to be spending as much time as possible with. "James?" I asked, shooting him daggers. "Why didn't up tell me you got the Head Boy position? I can't believe you wouldn't tell me something as important and exciting as this!" I smiled brightly as he made his way to the front of the room. The rest of the Prefects had sat down, chatting and giggling to one another. "Wanted it to be a surprised." He shot me a smile that I had heard countless girls in the bathrooms coo over, but did nothing for me. "Oh how sweet." I pushed my elbow against his stomach giving a slight jab as he stood next to me. "Welcome to the first Prefect meeting of the year." - Surprisingly Potter was not as useless as I had expected. He tole of the Hufflepuff and Slytherin female fifth years who were giggling and being extremely annoying (and giving me a headache). And everyone seemed to respect him, what with his Quidditch captaincy. "So you're Head hey?" I raised an eyebrow at him as everyone abandoned had the compartment. "Yeah." He did his ever annoying ruffle of hair and looked away. "Look maybe it's a good idea if I kind of take a bit of control when we are pretending to be dating. I have dated people before, unlike you. I will tell you what to do okay?" He raised an eyebrow and I admitted to myself that I had never dated anyone before. "Fine. But let's keep the body contact to a minimum okay?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "Yeah. I think it's probably a good idea if we spend the train ride together. It does make it more believable." Potter gave a smirk, almost like he was enjoying it. - We went back to the compartment where I had stashed my bags earlier. Apparently his were with Black, Lupin and Pettigrew. Once in we closed the blinds of the compartment and closed the door shut and Potter made a pervy comment about how an actual couple would be spending that time. I rolled my eyes made him sit on one side and I sat on the other, flicking through a Witch Weekly which was talking about some basic household transfigurations. And God knows I need all the help possible to improve. Potter had taken his wand out and was making sparks fly out in bright greens, blues and vivid purples. I found myself growing annoyed and trying to avoid him. Finally I snapped. "Don't you have anything better to do?" I hissed, peering over the magazine. "Like what you are doing?" He gave a smirk, plucking the glossy paper from my hands. "Reading about Transfiguration?" He cocked an eyebrow at me. "Transfiguration happens to be my worst subject. So therefore it's highly productive." I gave another hiss, hoping he wouldn't notice the simplicity of the charms. "Merlin Evans! These are like fourth year basics." Potter raised his eyebrows. "Surely you're not that bad?" "Shut up!" I felt my face go bright red. "I'm just … revising." I nearly rolled my eyes at my weak lie. How was I going to pretend that I was in a serious relationship if I couldn't even lie about Transfiguration? "Evans Transfiguration is my best subject. Let me help." He rolled his eyes and looked over the spells. "What are you having trouble with?" I found myself becoming extremely indebted to James Potter of all people. "The curtains one. The color." I pointed to the incantation in question, a charm in Ancient Greek instead of Latin as some spells were won't to do. "The pronunciation?" He guessed and I shook my head. "I just can't figure out why anyone would want to change the shade of their curtains." I said exasperated. "Well that's the Muggle in you. You see the…" We spent the rest of the ride like that. Our heads bent over the July edition from last year, our wands out and using the curtains over the window to practice on. Oh he irritated me, with stupid jokes and his annoying actions but I found myself not saying a word, probably because I felt kind of bad for roping him into my plan. - "Jamesie and … Evans?" Black appeared in the door looking confused at the sight of the two of us talking civilly in a compartment. "What are you doing together?" "Uhh." I said intelligently. "We're going out. She's my … girlfriend." Potter said, wrapping an arm around me. I fought with myself, a blush rising to my face as I realized what Black would be thinking over the whole thing. "You're going out?" The somewhat attractive best friend of my fake boyfriend's mouth dropped. "Mate, I hate to say it but I don't believe you. If you were going out you would have told the whole castle, not only me." Black shook his head at us, entirely untrusting. "I … was the one that told him to keep it from everyone. I was highly embarrassed. I mean we did have the whole I hate you thing going on." I shrugged, acting like a sheepish girlfriend. "Well, well Evans. I'm surprised. Pure, honest Prefect falling for the roguish, handsome and charming Quidditch captain." Black gave a smirk, the dark hair that sent girls crazy falling into his eyes. I found myself blush brightly and looked at Potters dark top, encasing the muscles I knew were his stomach. He seemed embarrassed also, muttering shut up at his friend. "Anyway, I was coming to tell Prongs that it was time for you to help set up for that … little gift to the Slytherins that we had planned. Oh and Evans, Bones and Vance wanted to talk to you. Something about boyfriends?" Black gave a smirk and Potter lifted his arm from around me. Faking an affectionate scene he leant his forehead against mine and whispered words of nonsense, with words of endearment in between. I pretended to be annoyed, (which wasn't that difficult, especially considering our close proximity) and after a few minutes of whispered fake arguing he pressed a kiss to my cheek before walking to the door where Black was standing. "Well well." Black murmured under his breath, leading Potter away and down the corridor. I sighed and leaned back against the compartment seat. "Lily!" Emmy said excitedly as she and Delia burst into the compartment. I withheld a groan at the thought of having to listen to their endless chatter but let out a smile anyway. I had only seen them halfway through the holidays and even then it was just once.
