A/N: I am so sorry for the long update. I have so much school work and I have to do a lot of research on the model UN. Arrggh. On top of that, I am also amazingly depressed since I seem to be having a MAJOR writer's block for The Waves of the Sea. This deeply annoys me as I have a due date for the end of the story set at the end of the school year, and I need to get a move on. I have by no means quit writing it, but I am just really worried if my faithful reviewers will still review it after such a long, unexcused break! Okay, apart from that, this chapter is my longest and greatest chapter thus far and I know that you guys will enjoy it. Oh, and by the way, I would like to THANKS A BUNCH to the person who added me to the C2 community. I have never felt this honored in my life. I will make you proud :)

Disclaimer: I am actually J.K. Rowling. I was very bored and decided to write this on the internet rather than publish it. By the way, is that gullible written on your forehead?

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To answer eternalhope08's question: No, the attraction is not only physical, but for now, that is all Lily can admit to herself, she is supposed to hate him.

Presents to: Heiress-to-the-Dark-Throne, AllIWannaDo (Lily is warming up to James, isn't she?), Raya or Hazel Maraa, FuNnY cIdE (You do need to get your head out of the gutter :), iluvrobbie, Katie (Nice consecutive reviews!), and eternalhope08. Luv you all!

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Chapter IV: The Insane Head of the Girl

The world was still a dark black, but I could hear the whisper of voices. How relieving to know that I wasn't dead. Not that I ever though I was dead. But you never know. You should always doubt, I mean, wouldn't it be kind of awkward if you woke up one day thinking you were alive and then promptly walked into your grandmother on your mother's side that died last year, only then realizing that you no longer walk the world of the living? If I opened my eyes right now and my long dead ancestors were peacefully smiling down on me I would probably die again, this time of a heart attack….I wonder if you can die if you are dead…um…Anyways, since I have so thoughtfully outlined my possible states of being, I would now be prepared to face death if that was indeed my state of being. Who's to say that the hand running itself through my wavy locks of dark red hair is the hand of a mortal? You can never be too sure.

Deciding that I might as well open my eyes and check for myself if I was living or dead, I carefully lifted one eyelid. If I was dead I hardly doubt I need two eyes open to notice and I am not really sure that I want both eyelids open in that case, one eyelid is surely enough. Oh look, it's James. He looks so worried; I wonder what's troubling him. Look how he scrunches up his eyebrows; I never knew he did that when he was worried. It is kind of adorable, really. I close my eyelid again, thinking about how I should hug James so that he'd grin again, it makes me ache to see him so sad. The hand that had been gently caressing my hair softly brushes aside a stray strand from my face, so delicately, as if I were made of porcelain.

"Lily…please wake up," comes James' voice, like the soft lulling of the ocean waves. He really has a nice soothing voice. So he is the one ever so sweetly caressing my dark red hair. It actually feels quite nice…

My eyes fly open and I wretch myself upright into a sitting position. POTTER'S HAND FEELS NICE IN MY HAIR! What in the world is wrong with me? It most certainly does not feel nice at all! Stupid, schizophrenic mind of mine! This is James Potter! Which means not nice at all! And I was probably smiling a ditzy, goofy smile. Oh God, I let James…I mean, Potter, run his hand through my hair, what is this world coming to? Next thing we know, Sirius Black will be dating Severus Snape.

"Ahh, Miss Evans, have you decided to join us?" Dumbledore's voice traveled through his office, clouded with mystique.

That is approximately when I noticed that I had been lying across Potter's lap and was now currently sitting on him. Kill me now. I felt my face flush red with embarrassed as I violently pushed James' hands away from my slim waist. Fugitively, I quickly made my way to my seat and sat down. Deciding that my shoes were immensely interesting, I stared at them intently…I never knew they had tiny blue dots on the sides of the shoe laces.

"Excuse me for my bluntness earlier, I had absolutely no idea it would have such an effect on you. Please accept my deepest apologies," the headmaster provided, choosing to ignore my display of hate for Potter and embarrassment…at being in Potter's lap…yeah.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled quietly, my eyes never wavering from my shoes, which are actually kind of green. I am completely appalled at the thought that I fainted. That was just so…girlish. And I am not girlish. On top of that, my face is still a bright red. Joy.

"There is no need, Ms. Evans. Mr. Potter and I have discussed a few matters concerning your recent appointments. I am afraid we are short of time, however, thus…" Dumbledore trailed off, glancing at a large, ticking clock behind his desk, his face showing the tiniest hint of a frown.

"No need, sir, I'll explain everything to Lily. We'll get back to you on the pressing issues once you have time," James offered, standing up from his seat. He really is very tall.

Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkled happily, and, to my horror, he nodded gleefully, "Brilliant, Mr. Potter. I expect to keep in contact…Minerva will speak to you briefly after your Transfiguration class today. I would be best if you didn't attend first period, as it will end in 20 minutes and I do want Ms. Evans to receive all the information."

With that he promptly dismissed us. Which left me in a very compromising situation…walking with Potter alone in the long corridors with the horrible prospect of spending 20 forced minutes with him. And all of that is not really helped by the fact that my face is still the brightest red on this planet. I hate my face, why is it red now? I feel like moaning and crawling into a dark little corner, but sinking into the ground or disappearing are fine as well. So I decided to stare avidly at my shoes once more.

"Didn't expect me to become Head Boy, Lily?" James chuckled, his long strides shortening so that I could keep up with him.

He was referring to me fainting. I know he is. He just knows that I am currently dying of embarrassment because of it and wants to rub it in. Oh God, he'll tell the entire school. I hear the gossip right now: Lily Evans faints in James Potter's arms. I don't dare look up at him, because I know that those deep hazel eyes of his are boring into me.

"Um…Potter…can we please just forget that?" I squeak quietly.

"If you call me James."

He's blackmailing me. How rude.

"James, can we please not mention that…ever, again?" I attempt once more, my voice nothing but a very tiny murmur.

James next words really surprise me, "Sure thing, Lily."

I like it when he says my name…um…I wonder it that is why he asked me to say his. I really need to stop thinking about Potter. I don't think it's healthy, in fact, I think it is affecting my mental state. The conversation pretty much died out at that point, since I was still staring at the ground with a bright red face and sending out vibes that begged for silence. James just continued walking, and I could tell that the silence bothered him. I wonder why. If you were wondering, yes, that was sarcasm, we all know that James Potter never misses a chance to ask Lily Evans out, in hopes that she will crumble and he will finally be able to pull the joke. Seriously, it annoys me to no end that he would be so…pranky. I don't think that is a word, but who really cares. I am inside my own mind after all.

It would have been so great if the Common Room would have been empty, not that I wanted to be alone with Potter, but I sure as hell didn't want anyone to see me with him willingly…especially after I fainted in his arms. The sunlight shone through the windows cautiously landing on the black mane of Sirius Black. Sirius jumped to his feet as soon as James came through the portrait hole, his handsome face spreading into the wolfish grin that was so characteristic of him.

"Prongs, mate! You missed my obra maestra at breakfast! Positively wonderful, and the sight of Snivellus' face was one sight."

James laughed at his friend's words, "You forget something, dear Padfoot, Snivellus' face is always something to behold."

Sirius grin widened, if that is possible, and then suddenly retreated back into an expression of shock as his eyes fell on me. My stomach dropped, there was going to be no ways on this planet that my 'secret', or embarrassment-at-fainting-and-collapsing-into-James-arms, was going to continued being a secret very long. James and Sirius are practically Siamese twins and there just isn't even the slightest chance that James' monstrous ego will allow him to pass the chance of revealing his, possibly, greatest Lily-moment (I don't even like the sound of it). So I scrunched up my eyes. Not that I'm childish, but if I know something is going to happen and I don't like it, I just prefer not to see it. Call it avoiding reality if you choose to, I just call it a matter of options. But I don't clench my fists, if you must know; I am not that reluctant to face the cruel world.

"Merlin, is that a willing Evans following Prongs, the James Potter, to an empty Common Room full of couches?"

To tell the truth, I had not been expecting that. The world must be crueler than it appeared to be. Since I am an extremely bright girl, I immediately caught on to the subliminal meaning of that sentence…not that it was that subliminal, mostly due to the fact that I don't think Black even knows what subliminal means.

"Wake me if I am dreaming," Sirius continued, rubbing his eyes, completely immersed in his act.

Seeing my chance, I angrily marched up to Black, smiling sourly.

"Gladly," and I slapped him across the face.

He howled as he rubbed his face were a red mark was beginning to show. It makes me proud.

"God, woman! Prongs, control her fury!" he barked, then adding the last part with a grin in my direction.

That's it. Not even a Marauder makes fun of Lily Evans.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor," I hissed in Sirius direction.

Sirius's grin was wiped of his face as he emitted a strangled yelp of protest, "You can't do that!"

"For vulgar insinuations," I added, this time my face was the one with the grin.

"Twenty points to Gryffindor, for Sirius's magnificent and diligent uphold of the noble House of Gryffindor," James suddenly put in.

Oh, I forgot he was Head Boy. How could I forget that? It is very loyal for him to support his friend…

"HA!" Sirius stated, pointing his finger at me in a very infantile manner.

I gave Sirius an odd look at his comment. They are definitely not getting away with that. If James gangs up on me with his friend, then he will suffer the consequences as well. Not only am I the Lily Evans, but also extremely stubborn. I turned to James, my eyes flashing in anger.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor for contradicting the Head Girl."

"Prongs! Do something! She's killing the breathing, living points I worked so hard to nurture!" Sirius exclaimed in terror.

I glared at him, hushing him into silence. James took a step forward, his face shaped into a grin.

"Twenty points to Gryffindor for assaulting your own House," he put in.

Oh, he thinks it's funny, doesn't he? Well see how funny it is when I am done.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor because of your arrogant, narcissistic and conceited self was unfortunately sorted into this House."

A look of hurt crossed James's face so quickly that I can't even say if I imagined it or not. His featured then arranged themselves into a soft smile.

"Fifty points for Gryffindor because your beautiful, striking, clever, kind, intelligent and humorous self was fortunately sorted into this House."

Sirius started sniggering quietly, but other than for him, the room had fallen into a deep silence. I have never been called any of those things in my entire life. He made me sound so…unique and worthy. The way those simple words burst into bloom when he sounded them out on his tongue…full of care and love…WHOA. Love? More like hope-Lily-will-go-out-with-me kind of caring. This is James Potter we are speaking of! No no no, bad head, don't think about things like that. I felt my face redden considerably as I struggled to find anything to say to that statement. But it had thrown me off balance and I couldn't think. I nervously tucked some loose strands of my dark red hair behind ear as I looked at anything but James.

"I…well…Oh, let's just get this over with," I spluttered, nervously darting to sit down on the single armchair that was farthest away from any other type of seating commodity.

James nodded firmly and collapsed on the couch in which Sirius was currently rolling around in laugher. His soft smile changed into a harassed expression when Sirius refused to stop laughing.

"Shut it, Padfoot," James muttered darkly, elbowing Sirius.

Sirius paid no heed. Sitting up in a position he clasped his two hands together and started simpering in a dreamy expression, "Oh, Lily, your red hair is the cloud on which I ride on in the dark, your green eyes the path that illumin…"

If I though my face couldn't get redder, I was wrong. I blushed until my entire face was a deep crimson. James face also flushed slightly, his frown deepening as he walloped Sirius with a handy cushion, stopping him from continuing with his very embarrassing speech. For the first time in my life, I felt grateful to James. Though he might be a conceited individual, he was considerate of my embarrassment as well. Like that time, two years ago when he 'saved' this first year Ravenclaw. The girl was being tormented by her peers and James had been the only one brave enough to go up to those older Ravenclaws and politely recommend them to cease. Now that I think of it, that was very extremely brave of him. Then again, I am not the best judge, as my heroic rescues end at me saving Gemma's gecko. Sometimes I get the feeling that my great exertion for that gecko's life was pointless. Like right now.

"Sirius, aren't supposed to be in History of Magic?" James asked suggestively, his hazel eyes in a frown.

Sirius groaned, "Prongs, History of Magic? I know more History than Binns!"

That sure caught me by surprise. As far as I'm concerned, Sirius snores in that class.

"The history you might be referring to is called short term memory, or, attention deficit disorder," James grinned. He looks very handsome when he grins, by the way.

James certainly has a comment for every situation. Kind of amazing that they always manage to crack me up. It's kind of freaky that we seem to be on the same wavelength, however. I feel the smile crawl onto my features at Sirius's outraged expression.

"I see how it is. Don't want a chaperone, do you?" Sirius commented slyly, looking in my direction.

I will not be embarrassed.

My face will not turn a red that clashes horribly with my hair (not that I care about appearance).

… I am not kidding anyone.

Black leaned back on the couch, ignoring the renewed frown on James's face, "If you two have a boy, name him Harry, will you?"

I felt my eyes widen in shock. Excuse me? CHILDREN! I am turning 17! NOT 25! Children will come later on in our lives! Wait a second…who is the father? JAMES! NO! That will NEVER happen! I will not be one to raise little Potters. Never. I absolutely refuse.

Though Harry is a nice name.

Okay, I definitely need to go out for a walk…breath a little.

"I like Harry, it's a nice name," James commented, "What do you think, Lily?"

I stared at him.

"Well…I…yes, it is a nice name," I consented, my embarrassment burning my face.

James smiled a warm smile before turning once more towards Sirius, who was now entertaining himself by making multicolored flies sprout from his wand, land on the table and spell Gryffindor.

"So, Padfoot, about your pressing history education," James began, nodding suggestively towards the portrait hole.

Sirius rolled his eyes, standing up, "Very well. By my troth, I am off, may peace always befall upon thou souls of twittering lovebirds."

With a final flourish, his head of black hair disappeared as the portrait hole closed upon him. But before he left, I added a flourish of my own. With my wand. He he he, lets see who is the lovebird at the end of the day. I grinned, absolutely thrilled at my brilliance.

James peered at me oddly, "Am I dreaming, or is Lily actually grinning in my presence?"

I flashed him an even wider grin, "I am grinning."

He looked at me accusingly though those hazel eyes, a smile spreading on his face, "Should I fear fro my life?"

Laughing slight at this, I shook my head, "Sirius should."

James's smile rapidly escalated into a grin to rival my own, "I definitely wouldn't want to be him."

I brought a finger up to my lips in thought, "Actually, I don't think you, personally, would mind…then again, the truth always seemed to hurt Sirius."

"What brilliant charm did you cast on my dear Padfoot?"

"Let's just say that we won't be the only lovebirds at the end of the day," I said enigmatically.

A shocked, dreamy and triumphant look crossed James's face, if it is even possible to feel that much at once. I froze as I realized my mistake. We won't be the only lovebirds. How senile can I be? I HATE JAMES POTTER! He is confusing me and messing up my mind. Since when do we have civil conversations? The first day of classes and I can be found having a conversation with JAMES POTTER, of all people, and asserting we are lovebirds.

"NOT that we are lovebirds…cause…um…we aren't…so..yeah," I stumbled over my words, cursing myself mentally.

"We could be," James stated, ruffling his untidy black hair.

He wasn't being himself anymore. I could tell. Now he was Prongs…not James. I don't know exactly how to explain that, but Prongs is the one that asks me out compulsively, the school player. James is actually a kind, intelligent, and extremely funny young man. WHOA! Potter is Potter. And will not be anything but Potter. So those comments earlier cancel themselves. God, I really do need a walk…or maybe a shower…yeah, I like showers. Or a bath in the prefects bathroom. With bubbles and stuff.

"So, Evans, since we are Heads and all, will you go out with me?" James asked, leaning forward on his couch.

I frowned, feeling angry all of the sudden, "Not even if the world erupts in flames."

"Aww, Lily, you know you want to," he countered, looking kind of hurt.

"If I did, I would have gone out with you when you asked…567 million times prior to now," I commented, crossing my arms over my chest.

He appeared lost in thought for a few seconds before he looked once more into my eyes. There were so many emotions in those eyes. And I didn't know what any of them meant.

"Lily, can you promise me something?" he asked suddenly.

I pushed my thoughts aside as curiosity got the better of me, "Tell me, then I'll decide."

James looked at the ground suddenly, his eyebrows furrowed. I peered at him, wondering what could be going on inside his mind.

"Well…Nevermind. We only have 10 minutes left of first period, so I should tell you what Dumbledore and I discussed," James reworded, sitting up straighter.

I let it go, deciding that James had given into a moment of insanity. That happened to me often enough. Why not James? …Apart from the fact that I am insane.

"So, what matters of importance are we to discuss, as Heads of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy?" I asked him politely.

"A ball."

I think I might have an indigestion.

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Hint: (I decided to add this part. What I'm going to do here is just add a small sentence that will act as a hint; you can guess what the next chapter will be about and it will get you thinking.) Snivellus Severus Snape...do you remember him at all?

A/N: Lily just cracks me up. I know the ending isn't as good as the middle, but I also know you guys loved it all. Please, if you have time, drop off a small comment in a review and make me feel better. The more reviews, the sooner I update. I promise you will love the next chapter; it is going to be great. Review and make me happy, Ta:)