Lily dropped her trunk as soon as she stepped inside the Heads' Rooms, her jaw dropping as well. Behind her she could hear James give a low whistle as he glanced around their new home.

The Common Room was twice as big as the Gryffindor Common Room, with a whole wall that was nothing but windows looking out over the lake. Lily suspected that looking up from the lake those windows just looked like a wall. There was a comfy looking window seat with extra cushions and she had to resist the urge to fling herself onto it.

James brushed past her on his way towards the door with his name engraved over the top. Lily shivered as his hand rubbed against hers, sending chills up her spine. He glanced back at her.

"Alright?"

Lily nodded and picked up her trunk, lugging it behind her towards her own room next to James's. Over the arch of the door frame it read Lily in an elegant, curving script that Lily wished whole-heartedly she could replicate. Instead she had some weird chicken-scratch handwriting that teachers frequently complained about not being able to read.

Slowly, she pushed the door open and poked her head into her room. Her jaw dropped as the door slid all the way open and her trunk fell from her hand with a dull thud.

She had a full-size bed, and her own wall of windows with her own window seat. There was a desk, a closet, and…her own bathroom. It was all Lily could do to keep from squealing when she looked in and saw her own shower and tub, and her own sink. No more sharing with four other girls, no more arguments over who the lip gloss belonged to, or who had used Marlene's shampoo again. Lily would never admit it, but that last one was her.

With a casual flick of her wand, her trunk opened and her clothes sorted themselves into her closet and drawers. Another flick, and the trunk slid under her bed.

"Ahem."

Lily spun around, arching her eyebrow when she spotted James lounging in her doorway. "Yes?"

He gestured to her trunk. "That was some good magic. Didn't know you had it in you."

"Thank you," she replied, fighting the blush that was her redhead's curse, "but I would appreciate it if you didn't mention it to anyone else. Reputation, and all that," she said airily, spinning back around and aiming for her bed. With a laugh, she dived towards it, twisting in mid-air so that she landed on her back. "This bed is so comfortable, you have no idea!" Another laugh bubbled up out of her, and she temporarily forgot that James Potter was staring at her.

Following impulse, she kicked her shoes off and stood on her bed, bouncing slightly. Her skirt threatened to fly up, so she held it down with her hands as she jumped higher. Thank Merlin for high ceilings in a castle, she thought with a grin.

She jumped again, spinning in a circle in the air, and caught sight of James's shocked face. "What?" she asked, jumping up, landing on her bum, and then bouncing back to her feet. "Never jumped on a bed before, Potter?"

Bemused, he shook his head and watched her, jumping and giggling like a five-year-old. She stopped for a moment and stared at him.

"Well, come on!" She said exasperatedly, gesturing towards herself and the bed. Nervously, he stepped towards her, kicking off his shoes and crawling onto the bed. As soon as he was standing, she began bouncing, throwing him slightly off balance and making him bounce as well. It was actually really fun, he realized with a smile as he jumped higher and higher. He could even jump higher than Lily since he wasn't wearing a skirt. What kind of deprived childhood had he had, James wondered, that he had never experienced the simple pleasure of jumping on a bed?

Lost in his thoughts, James didn't realize quite how close he was jumping to his Co-Head. Until he collided with her and sent both of them falling on top of the bed, of course.

"Ow!" Lily gasped. "You have pointy elbows!" She rubbed her side for a moment before looking at him. He was half-sprawled on top of her, face down on her comforter. Lily poked him gingerly. "Potter? James? Oh Merlin, you're still alive, right?"

James lifted his head and readjusted his glasses. "Of course I'm still alive. A little fall isn't going to hurt me." He chuckled, and Lily giggled with him. "But I probably should finish unpacking. I was just curious about what your room looked like compared to mine." He made to push himself up off of her, but something jerked him back down. This time, their foreheads collided and they both let out yelps of pain.

Rubbing hers lightly, Lily opened her eyes and met the startled hazel gaze of James Potter. She became uncomfortably aware of how he was laying on top of her, her legs tangled with his, and it was all she could do to keep from swooning. So much for getting over this guy. She had to fight to keep from smirking at the thought that she actually seemed to be getting under him now. Lily bit her lip.

James stared at her for a moment, waiting for the dirty joke or request for a date. Neither came, and he was startled when she began to blush, her cheekbones flushing a light pink that he was forced to admit looked good on her.

Averting his eyes, he looked down to see what had yanked him back down so suddenly, and her gaze followed his.

His tie had somehow snagged on one of the buttons of her shirt. Propping himself up on one elbow, James tried to loosen it with one hand. All he succeeded in doing was nearly ripping the button off of her shirt.

"Let me," Lily said quietly, brushing his hand out of the way. In a second, she had them unconnected. James caught himself staring at her again, but this time she was the one to look away first.

"You can get off me now," she muttered, pulling nervously on a lock of hair near her ear.

"Right," he mumbled, clambering off her and walking over to where his shoes were. "Sorry." He slid his shoes back on before looking at her again. She hadn't moved, and was still tugging on a piece of her hair and staring at the ceiling.

"Patrol later?" Lily asked. James nodded, then realized that she wasn't looking at him.

"Yeah. See you then."

Without another word, he slipped out of her room and shut the door behind him.

"Stop being stupid, Evans," she muttered to herself, staring at the ceiling. It wasn't like she hadn't taken her vow to get over him during the summer seriously, quite the opposite in fact. Anytime his face popped into her mind she forced herself to think of something else, usually something repulsive like Petunia's new boyfriend, Vernon. If that somehow didn't work – which it did, eighty percent of the time – then she made herself think of things about him that bothered her or annoyed her, or forced herself to relive one of his many rejections. She'd done very well, she thought, to the point that by August he was only popping into her thoughts maybe once a day, a drastic improvement.

She just hadn't counted on the Head Girl badge coming to her. And she definitely hadn't counted on the stupid little flip and flutter her heart had done when she'd laid eyes on him for the first time in months.

She had underestimated her own feelings, her own heart, and she needed to fix it, fast.