A/N:

Hey, look! Another chapter!

I really tried to get this early, thanks to all the positive feedback - Thank you all so much! Shout-outs to bubblecloudz for reviewing, and to everyone else who alerted/favorited! - but schoolwork and Frozen fanfics caught up with me.

And I AM terribly lazy.

P.S. Yes, I finally did her pov.

Break.

She never liked Quidditch.

She never really liked sports in general, and Quidditch was the sportiest sport she ever encountered.

Complicated rules? Check.

Way too many fans? Check.

The ability to crawl into any normal, everyday conversation? Check. (What did you have for breakfast? - Waffles, just like the Quidditch match last night!)

Very, very annoying captain? Double check.

However, Lily did like Gryffindor, so of course she went to the matches, and of course she screamed at the top of her lungs when there was a penalty, and of course cheered when they won (What normal Gryffindor would not do that?).

She was just not as... enthusiastic about it as other people.

This meant that the last couple of days before a match, her conversations usually went something like this:

Someone: That Ravenclaw is so going to burn his potion. And his cauldron. And maybe the classroom, too.

Lily: Seriously? (No pun intended, Sirius! Merlin.)

Someone: Sure. You can see how it's going to spill, and then – oh, dang, he caught it before it could set fire to everything.

Lily: That was impressive.

Someone: Yeah, must be those Quidditch reflexes. We better be prepared for the next match which, by the way –

Lily: Sigh.

Someone: What?

Lily: Never mind. Continue with your amazing story.

Someone: Alright...? So, as I was saying –

Or:

Lily: I can't believe he did that. He's such a child!

Someone: I know! He is a good Quidditch player, though, and he promised the next match -

Lily (mentally): Noooooo.

And so on.

So, on the beginning of the Gryffindor-Slytherin match, Lily was sitting in her seat, talking to one of her mates, when, suddenly -

"Dear Merlin, this is getting rather dangerous! But Potter continues. Avery is getting closer..."

She stood up, trying to get a better look at the Quidditch Stadium. Meanwhile, the Hufflepuff commenter kept going.

"Excellent play by Potter there, but is it going to be -"

And then Lily's world turned upside down.

Potter, the egotistical dunderhead, was making a very risky move, when the Slytherin keeper did something that was maybe even riskier - and decidedly illegal.

She wasn't quite sure what it was, but in involved some leg twisting and ankles and shoving that resulted in the stupid Head Boy falling to the ground way, way too fast.

And then she was pushing roughly past the crowd in order to get to him, because, darnit, if James was hurt -

She ran down the stands. Strands of her reddish hair were flying in the wind, getting into her mouth and her eyes and, Merlin, she really didn't care.

Because James Potter was lying on the ground and his face was the palest she'd ever seen it.

"You're alright!" She shouted at him, kneeling next to his ashen face.

He had to be alright.

"Lily?" He asked weakly. She could see Sirius Black making his way towards them. Uh-oh. No time for small talk, then.

"You. Are. Such. An. Idiot," She said through gritted teeth. "What in the name of Merlin's bloody slippers did you think you were doing, James?"

He didn't reply; instead he looked quite...awestruck. Idiot.

"Really!" she was getting frustrated. "what if you fell on your head, huh? What if - "

"You called me James," He whispered, interrupting her.

"I...what?" Lily was out of steam.

"James. You called me James." The toerag was severely injured, and his leg was lying at a very odd shape, yet he was wearing a small smile.

In the sight of that small, genuine smile - and those stupidly warm brown eyes staring into hers - all the feelings she's been suppressing these past few months threatened to spill over.

"I...um..."

Where art thou, thy eloquent vocabulary?

Of course, Black had chosen the perfectly inappropriate moment to arrive.

"Oy, Prongs! How - "He noticed her, then, and abruptly broke off."Wha - Evans?"

She ignored him, casting one last look at James.

That's it, she ordered herself. Those...feelings are getting out of hand. You are going to have a long, stern chat with those stupid feelings, they'll go away, and he'll go back to being the idiotically dashing, ego-headed Head Boy.

"Take care of that leg." She may have patted it awkwardly. "What's a Quidditch captain with a broken leg worth? You'll have to devote all of your time to patrols with the horrifying Head Girl."

"Can't have that," He murmured.

She turned and left, forcing herself to go back to her confused friends and stop thinking about a specific injured prat.

She'll need her rest; she had a long, stern talk coming up that evening.

A/N: Writing Lily is so much fun, though I think I have an idea for a surprise pov .

Constructive criticism and stuff would be AWESOME. (And it would also give me motivation for quicker updates).

Thanks to my amazing friend Ruthie for proof-reading this (And not telling me I suck)!

~Fearless Noodle