A/N:

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did: I'd live in a mansion. That is all.

"No! They are not!"

"Lily!" My friends hurried after me.

It was the break before the final class of the day on Friday. People were becoming half-hazard on their walk to their final classes. First years still treaded carefully, being that the end of their first month was just approaching. Under classmen were galloping in groups to their next class. Upper classmen were barking at the younger ones and somehow, SOMEHOW, everyone was pushing everyone else down the hall.

But not me. No, Everyone got the bloody hell out of my way.

"Oh! Sorry! I didn't mean to…Lily! Wait!...Sorry! She didn't mean to push you really!" Marlene was squeezing through the crowed trying to get to me, but I was too far ahead.

"Lily! Ow! Bloody move next time, squirt! LILY!" Mary was less forgiving of the people in her way. But I had too much of a head start for her, or anyone, to catch me now.

I could see it now: my destination. It was glorious. 23 more strides and I will be there. I can feel the eagerness pulsing in my veins. The air trying to escape my lungs. Is it wrong that I'm so excited about this? Maybe. Do I care? No.

I smiled as I got within arm distance of it. I reached out my arm, my blood pulsing in my veins—

"Lily!" Someone grabbed my outstretched arm and spun me around.

I snarled, ready to pounce…but it was only Remus.

"Remus?" I questioned, trying to control my breathing. "How are you doing?" I figured I must be polite. Considering that I never went to go see him when he was injured.

His brow creased, "Fine…Lily? Can I ask why you looked…er…elated…to be heading to a teacher's office?"

I pretended to take offence. "Well, I was just doing my job as Head Girl to notify a teacher of intended rule-breaking and-"

"Tattle."

"-to see that….wha?" I quirked an eyebrow at him, folding my books and arms across my chest.

"Tattle. That's what your doing. You just said 'I'm tattling'-"

"I did no such thing."

"Oh, yes, you did. You just said it in an intelligent way." He leaned against the wall and put his hands in his pockets. "A weaker mind may have fallen for it, but unfortunately for you…I'm fairly intelligent."

I pretended to glare at him. He smiled back. Grrrr.

"Fine." I said finally.

"Fine what?"

"I was tattling."

"Thank you for-"

"But Jam-POTTER…is about to deliberately-"

"James does everything deliberately."

"-disobey rules set down by-"

"'Rules' is not in his vocabulary."

"-Dumbledore himself!" I spoke louder so he would stop commentating on everything I said.

Remus blew at a piece of hair floating in front of his eyes.

I stared. "And you don't care? At all?"

"Yes, I do."

"Thank you-"

"But not enough to ruin everyone's good time." He finished, patting me on the shoulder.

I pouted.

"Lily!" Mary, Marlene, and Robbie had finally caught up to me, all out of breath.

"We thought," Mary panted, "that you had made a right-"

"Not a left!" Marlene finished.

Remus looked at me curiously for a moment before fixing his eyes at something over my shoulder. Then he rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed.

I looked around behind me only to see Black cornering an unsuspecting 5th year on her way to her final class of the day.

He was going to hinder her form getting to class on time. Which means that she will be tardy. Which is a form of troublemaking.

I just love getting reasons to yell at Black.

I filled my lungs with air, feeling my ribs expand, ready to yell. (I get high of that feeling, I think.) But before I could do anything, Black turned to look at me. Almost as if he heard my intake of 'Get-enough-breath-to-yell'.

He smirked at me and let the poor girl go (she wasn't too excited to head off to class, mind you.) "'Ello there, Evans." He was walking towards us with an easy grace.

Marlene looked away. Not that I blame her. Black did have his white dress shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest.

"Padfoot." Remus said pointedly, nodding at Black's current state of half dressed.

Black pursed his lips as he looked down, "What? Oh, well…did have much time to get re-dressed after my afternoon snog, did I?" He began re-buttoning his shirt.

I stiffened and glanced at Marlene. She had her arms wrapped around the books that she clung to her chest. She was also staring out the window. I felt bad for her uncomfortable-ness.

Subject change, Lily! Marlene needs you! She's feeling awkward...change the subject, damn it! Think quick!

"How's Potter doing?"

Damn! I really wish I had thought of a different subject. Remus looked at me so quickly that I was sure he got whiplash. Mary and Robbie's eyes widened at me. Marlene relaxed a little. Black's reaction was the worst of all.

He stopped at the third button to the top, and slowly he brought his head up. His expression was caught between amusement and curiosity.

He was probably wondering why I brought James -er Potter up. I always avoid any sort of conversation about Potter. Whether it be James Potter or a guy who makes pots. I never speak of him unless necessary. But NOOOOOO…I just had to come to Marlene's rescue. I'd better get a damn good Christmas present for this.

"He's good."

That's it? No teasing? No threatening to tell him that I was curious? No-

"He wants to shag the shit out of you. But he's good."

There it was. Whew, I thought the world was about to end.

"Ha, well, tell him..er…" I couldn't think of a comeback! "Tell him….he's…er…too late!" I blushed realizing what that could mean.

Black's and Remus's eyes widened.

Remus reacted first "…Lily?"

"Who did you fuck around with?" Black grunted.

"Padfoot!" Remus scolded.

"What?"

"These are ladies!"

"So? I want to know who she fu-"

"Nobody. I'm a virgin!" I nearly shouted. I bit my lip, realizing how loud that was.

Now, Black looked nothing but amused this time. "Ahh, never experienced love-making, 'eh Evans?"

I stuck out my tongue. Yeah, because me stating that I was a virgin wasn't enough proof of my immaturity.

"Lily," Reumus started, chuckling, "there's nothing wrong with being a vir-"

"Are YOU a virgin, Remus?" I asked defiantly.

"Um, Well…no…but-"

"So, shut up."

He brought his lips into his mouth, trying not to smile and laugh.

I heard a cough behind me and then:

"I can change your virgin status if you want, Evans…"

I spun around. And there he was in all his glory. NOT.

"Potter!"

"Ah, I so loved it when you called me 'James'." He was standing really close behind me (well, he was now in front of me.)

"Were you suggesting I sleep with you?" Oh yes, I have a plan now. A way to make Potter look like a fool! I had just concocted a brilliant plan.

"Oh, most definitely." He winked. He bloody winked at me. Because winking is such a turn-on.

"Well, then." I let my bag slide to the floor and stepped up against him, letting my breasts rub his chest for a single moment.. His expression changed: his eyes were a mix of confusion and something I couldn't place. This was obviously not going the way he expected.

"Would you be willing to…" I slid one hand up his chest, his neck, and into his hair, while the other one slipped beneath his pants on top of his hip. He was backing up now. Against the wall. (The others were stunned into silence, I suppose, I didn't hear them leave.) "Show me the ropes?"

I was flush against him, now. My face an inch from his. He was breathing heavy, his hands fisted on my waist: making me feel small.

I whimpered, "After all, I'm new to this and it might be…I don't know…a tight fit?"

He groaned slightly, closed his eyes, and let his forehead fall onto mine. "Y…yeah…" I don't know what he was saying 'yeah' to…and I don't think he knew, either.

"I promise you can get me in your bed…"

His eyes snapped open and locked on mine.

"…if you cancel that 'super-secret-party-that-you-boys-planned-and-didn't-expect-me-to-find-out-about." I smiled sweetly.

I knew the answer. He'd say 'No.'

The boys always threw a 'First Month Party'. It was tradition. I was just doing this to make him look like a fool. There was no way that he'd say-

"Okay."

My head whipped up to look at him. "What?" my voice cracked.

"I will most certainly cancel our First Month Party, if the reward is getting you in my bed." He smirked at me. His hazel eyes flashing… He spun us around so that I was pressed against the wall.

"After all," He continued, whispering, and looking me dead in the eyes, "you did promise…"

"JUST. KEEP. RUNNING!" I shouted over my shoulder, to the slapping sound of running footsteps.

I heard gales of laughter in response. I didn't care, though. I would just keep running forever, as long as Potter never found me.

Oh Merlin, the stuff I get myself into. I was almost to the Gryffindor tower. I had never sprinted so long in my entire life…I'm not sure where my left shoe went. It just…came off. Oh, well. It took one for the team.

I had taken a left turn at the astronomy tower, the right fork in the hallway at Ancient Runes, and went through the tapestry on the 3rd floor just to make sure I circled around and lost them. Hopefully they hadn't followed us. They tend to have this uncanny ability to know where you are, at anytime.

"Harvanium Quant! Harvanium Quant! HARVANIUM QUANT!" I shouted at the Fat Lady as I approached.

"Goodness me!" She fanned herself harder as she swung forward to let the crazy girl inside.

I was in the clear. Until-

"I'm sorry, Ladies and Gentlemen, but the Party has been canceled." There was a general groan emitted from the crowed.

I stopped dead, only to have three people slam into my back: Thump, Thump, Thump. Marlene, Mary, and Robbie all ran into me and yelled at the sudden stop.

"I know, I know, it's sad. BUT," He smiled at the mob, "at least I get to make sure a certain little red-head," His eyes met mine over the crowd, "is true to her word, and keeps her promise…"

Dear Diary,

Just got back from spending the night with 'him'.

Remember: Never try to trick Potter. For it's impossible to trick the master.

A/N: Sorry for the long haiatus! I've been so busy with College Apps. :C

Oh Well! Merry Christmas! Here's my present to my readers! 3