Author's Note: This was an exceedingly fun chapter to write, maybe even more so than Of Crazy and Impetuous, which was a total blast. I hope that you guys enjoy reading it just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Droopy Breeches

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From the Notebooks of Sir Prongs namely James Potter

September 1, 1976

Lately, I think I've fallen into the habit of making this notebook too much of a journal. Basically, I've potentially lost sight of the fact that I planned to keep track of my behavior in here so that I could avoid being tasteless. I got that impression a few days ago when I was looking over my past few entries and realized that I've done several tasteless things without really pointing them out.

1. Spying on Lily. She probably wouldn't approve, not that she actually found out . . . I hope.

2. Refusing to let Fabian and company play quidditch. I assume that a truly tasteful man would rise above our petty grudge. Not that it really is petty, as Fabian has earned my dislike. The git.

3. Hiding under the table at Flourish and Blotts. A tasteful person would have politely greeted Lily, and then small talked about the weather or the books on display. But no, I couldn't do that. I had to throw myself under a table and end up in an awkward confrontation with Miss surprisingly forward.

But you know what, though I get that it is often a good idea to be a tasteful person, being one all the time would be exceedingly dull. Besides, Lily isn't always perfect. Maggie said so a couple of weeks ago, and now I have proof, proof that Lily can be quite tastelessly impulsive herself.

Earlier today, I was in a compartment with Sirius and Peter. Remus was off at the Prefect meeting, and we were discussing my recent encounter with Maggie. In times of stress, especially about women, I almost always turn to Sirius. Certainly, he's a lot more experienced than me, but I wouldn't say he's a playboy. He always treats the girls he dates great; he just dates a lot of them. Also, he has a whole slew of female cousins who he played with when he was younger. He says that they gave him valuable insight into the female psyche. I, unfortunately, am the only child of an only child father. Mum has a bachelor brother, and therefore I have no cousins.

"Sirius," I said. "Why would she go and tell me she likes me when she knows I like Lily?"

"Because she likes you. I already told you, you're looking for too many hidden meanings in what she said. It seems to me that she's a rather straightforward girl. She said that she'd like to date you, and that's what she legitimately means."

"But we barely know each other. How could she like me?"

Sirius rolled his eyes. "She a least knows about your pansy reputation, James Potter the sweetest date you'll ever have, a truly chivalrous Gryffindor."

"What are you blathering on about?"

"Isn't that what that Hufflepuff girl you dated said about you?"

"Yeah, but that was before we broke up. She probably thinks I'm a prat now."

"Nope, I heard this from her after the break up. It's what you get for breaking up with a girl by honestly expressing your feelings and listing all her good qualities and why you wouldn't make her a good boyfriend. I really think that your breakup raised her self esteem."

"I was just being honest. I wouldn't have made her a good boyfriend. We disagreed about almost everything, and it wasn't fair for me to date her when I was interested in other girls."

"One other girl," said Peter.

"Still," laughed Sirius, "you have a reputation as a sweetie pie. Maggie is probably looking for a self esteem boost as well."

"I do not have a reputation as a sweetie pie. I have a reputation as a troublemaker, a marauder."

"An adorable troublemaker. We all have reputations, you're the nice guy leader, I'm the attractive mysterious one, Remus is the smart one, and Peter is . . ."

"I'm the leader?" I asked, surprised but somewhat pleased. I'd never thought of myself as the leader of the marauders. We all pranked together, all equals.

"What am I?" asked Peter.

"No, but you have a reputation as the leader. Really, I'd say I'm more of the leader."

"You are not the leader."

"What am I?" asked Peter, again.

"I am to," huffed Sirius, "All the best pranks are my ideas, and whenever you guys are too busy to keep it going I do the small pranks."

"Hey, the professor pin-up was my idea."

"But it was my enchantment."

"No, I did all the transfiguration you just snitched the photos."

"What am I?"

"Huh?" I turned to Peter, confused as to what he was asking.

"What is my reputation?"

"Oh," said Sirius, "Well, you're the-the-the—"

"You're the supportive one, Peter. Without you keeping us all together we'd never manage to pull off a single prank."

"Oh." Peter turned away, digesting my words. I certainly hoped he took them positively, even if they were a bit of a fib. Really, I think I've always thought of Remus as more of the supportive one. Peter is . . . peter is the one who completes us, making our three a four, just being there for us. I really like Peter; he is actually quite supportive, now that I think about it. He always cheers me on in quidditch, he'll quiz Remus, and when Sirius allows it he makes an excellent opponent in Exploding Snap and Wizard Chess, plus he's killer at gobstones. Peter is great, really.

"Whatever," barked Sirius, "Why don't you just go on a date with Maggie?"

"Because I don't want to lead her on."

"But she knows you like Lily and she doesn't even care. You wouldn't be leading her on, she'll take whatever she can get."

"Sirius, why don't you go and date her if you're so eager."

"She already said she won't date me, and I'm not looking for the type of serious relationship that she wants."

"But I'm not looking for one either." I said, frustrated.

Sirius took on a slow explanatory tone, "Yes, you are. You're just looking for a serious relationship with Evans. Maggie was trying to say that you should try seriously dating someone else to take your mind off Evans."

"But I don't want to start a relationship with Maggie, it makes me feel like I'm cheating on Lily."

"You can't cheat on someone you're not dating," growled Sirius. "Why don't you just try going out with Maggie. She's okay with you still liking Lily. Maybe, if you date someone else it will help clarify your feelings for Evans. Either you'll find out that you really truly like Evans, or you'll discover that you like Maggie, who is very attractive by the way, even more."

"I already know that I really truly like Ev—Lily."

"Why, Prongs? What about Evans makes you know that you truly like her?"

"Well . . ." Where to begin? I liked so much about Lily. There was so much to tell. So much that I wondered where to start and of course accidentally started with the shallow reason. "She's just so beautiful." Darn it. I didn't even mention the eyes or her firebird hair or the way her lopsided dimple creases even more when she's angry than when she smiles.

"Yeah, Maggie's beautiful too. I'd say even more than Evans. Evans is a little pale, kind of peaky looking." Not peaky looking, delicate, otherworldly. Skin that made her seem likely to slip away into the woods to return to her forest spirit parents.

"And she's so together. She's so mature and tasteful for someone our age."

"You're attracted to that?" said Sirius, incredulously. "You like that Evans is a stick in the mud?"

"No, she's not that. She's controlled, but she can still have fun. She just knows when to play and when to study. And she's neat. Maggie's always mussed; she always looks like she just came from wrestling bear cubs."

"Says the boy who makes a habit of messing up his hair," said Sirius, with a snide look at my hand, which I had just pulled through my hair.

"Yes, but I don't do it intentionally, or at least not lately. I've been—"

Then, the compartment door banged open and Remus stood in the entry, his eyes darting to and fro. After a few moments he let out a long sigh and sat down next to me, still somewhat pale.

"Remus, are you feeling okay?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm fine. I rushed over here. I'm just a little bit breathless."

"That eager to get out of the Prefect Meeting, aye?" grinned Sirius.

"What? No-I the meeting was fine. Everything is fine."

"Was Evans being as mature and tasteful as usual?" said Sirius, shooting me a sly look.

"What!" yelled Remus, shooting up. "How do you know about that? Did you tell James?"

Sirius and I exchanged bewildered looks. Peter had been attempting to sleep but was now looking around puzzled. This was not the typical Moony reaction.

"Know about what?" asked Sirius.

"Tell me what?" I asked.

"Oh," and Moony's face fell, "you don't know. I was just . . . I can't believe I saw—I said." Then he shook his head. "Never mind. It's nothing. I'm just tired and confused. It's nothing."

Suddenly, the compartment door banged open . . . again. Lily stood in the entry, looking almost unrecognizable. Her hair was out of its typical braid and streaming over her face, parts of it stuck up as though backcombed. All her clothes were severely mussed. Worst of all, her face was deep red, and her panting mouth seemed smeared.

"Drat, wrong compartment," she gasped than turned and fled down the aisle.

I felt all the eyes in the compartment find me, but I couldn't see anything except Lily standing by the door.

"So," muttered Sirius, "I guess she isn't always as neat as we thought."

"Remus," I said harshly, turning towards him. "Is this what you didn't want me to know?"

"Oh James, I'm sorry. I was so shocked. It isn't like her. I couldn't believe it when I saw."

"Frank."

"Yes," Remus said softly.

"You know what, Sirius, maybe I should try dating Maggie. She doesn't care that I like Lily, and clearly Lily doesn't care either."

"Prongs, don't do anything you'll regret," Sirius was looking at me with concern, perhaps because I was clutching the fabric of trousers so tightly.

"No, your arguments made sense. Since I started this . . . infatuation, I haven't even tried really dating anyone else. So, I'll try."

"James . . ." murmured Remus. "We don't know all the details. We should—"

"No, I've made up my mind."

And I have. I'll take Maggie up on her offer, and why not? She's good looking. She's a great quidditch player. She's smart and alarmingly forward. She'll be fine. No, she'll be great. She'll be a great girlfriend.

Tastefully Y— Wait. Never mind.

Yours,
James

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My Prefect Notebook

September 2, 1976

How very nice it is to be settled back in my dormitory in Hogwarts, away from Petunia, away from Vernon, though sadly not away from the nagging abilities of Marlene. I thought Mary was bad, with her gentle pestering, but Marlene is horrendous. Due to my previous status as celibate Lily, I've never really given Marlene anything to meddle with, but now that the rumors are buzzing about Frank and I she's determined to make them true.

And now, considering the talk Frank and I had, they might even be.

I'm pretty sure you've already picked up on this, but I can't deal with confrontation very well. I have two tactics: the blow up, as exemplified by Vernon and the pudding, or the avoidance, as shown with Frank and the closet. Basically, I'm not really sure why I'm in Gryffindor because I'm a bloody stinking coward.

The avoidance tactic was the plan yesterday on the Hogwarts Express. True, Frank had expressly declared his desire to talk to me, but I was feeling an express desire to talk with Mr. Crazy and Impetuous as little as possible. Thus, I arrived early to the train and slid into a back compartment fully equipped with blinds, which I promptly pulled down.

About an half an hour later Marlene and Mary arrived looking distinctly peeved.

"Lily," huffed Marlene, "you've stowed yourself in the last compartment in the whole damn train. Do you know how long it took us to find you? And we had to peek into all the compartments with their blinds down because we just knew you'd be hiding. Do you know how many people we walked in on snogging?"

"Individual people or couples?" I asked.

"Far more than I ever wanted to see," bellowed Marlene.

"Though some of the pairings were really interesting," added Mary. "I never though that Reg was the type, but he and Daphne seemed really into it."

"Daphne Queenly? Already?"

"Shut it Lily," glared Marlene. "I don't care who Hogwarts' resident trollop is snogging; I care who my friends are snogging, and I want the whole story on Frank."

"Daphne is really nice, and I already told you in Diagon Alley that nothing is going on with Frank."

"Sirius told me otherwise when I ran into him in Flourish and Blotts. He said that Frank mentioned that he was interested when they were playing quidditch, and Mary confirmed his story."

I turned to Mary, mouth agape. I hadn't heard this yet. "Mary, you didn't mention this when I was in Godric's Hollow."

"Well, you left before I had the chance to fill you in, but it's true. He was rattling on about how amazing and wonderful you are. You, my dear, have him thoroughly gobsmacked."

"Do you mean whipped?" queried Marlene.

"I think gobsmacked works here, like Lily has his head scrambled or something."

"I do not have his head scrambled."

"Yes you do," smiled Mary. "You've been playing games with him. He said that you gave him permission to ask you out. What on earth is that if not a twisted way to toy with him?"

"How did Frank earn this permission to ask? He must be a pretty amazing snogger if you consented to possibly consenting to a date," said Marlene.

An imagine of Frank's cake smeared face flashed before my eyes. Then, an earlier image, the light freckles between his eyes trailing down to his nose and lips. I blushed. I hadn't known I'd had the time to examine his face during the suddenness of the kiss.

Seeing my blush Marlene began to look a little bit gobsmacked herself. "Did you kiss him? Lily, if you kissed him everything I ever thought I knew about you is a lie. What happened to celibate Lily?"

"I didn't kiss him. He kissed me, and I didn't reciprocate." There had been a little linger, but just because I had been so gobsmacked myself. That's it. "In fact, I gave him a piece of my mind for being so forward."

"By smashing some cake into his face?" said Mary.

"Wait how did you know that?"

"Frank mentioned it."

How much had Frank seen fit to divulge to my friend and, if he really was at a quidditch match, probably all our Godric's Hollow classmates? It seemed like Frank was exceedingly eager to gossip about our foolish little date, and that made me even more eager to avoid seeing him. Stupid Frank.

"Lily," asked Marlene, "have you talked to Frank at all since the stolen snog and cakey face incident?"

"No," sighed Mary, "she's been avoiding him, hiding behind vegetables and in closets."

"But Lily, you hate closets and the mischief inevitably associated with them," said Marlene.

"Poor Lily, Frank has got her all flustered and contradictory."

"No he hasn't," I barked. "I'm acting perfectly normal."

"Then why are you hiding in the back of the train instead of attending the Prefect's Meeting?"

"Fine, I'll go to the Prefect's Meeting." I popped up from my seat and grabbed the compartment door.

"Remember, Frank is in charge of the Prefect's Meeting," said Marlene.

"I don't actually need to be there. Remus can fill me in." I slid back into my seat.

Marlene shot me an amused look. "I heard Frank asking about you on the platform. If you don't go to the meeting he'll probably come back here looking for you. Wouldn't you rather deal with Frank in a group of people where he won't be able to confront you than be forced to face him one on one? If you go to the meeting then you'll still be able to retain your reputation, as Lily the super prefect."

"Fine. But this isn't about Frank. I'm doing this because it's the responsible thing to do."

So, I went to the meeting, despite my better judgment, despite all the voices screaming in my head that Frank inevitably leads me down the path of crazy and impetuous Lily, a girl I'm not comfortable being.

I rushed down the aisle, my head so crammed with panic that I accidentally slid into the compartment directly opposite the Prefect's compartment and came face to face with a familiar sallow face, Severus hunched in the corner scribbling into a book. He looked up hearing the door click, and quickly hid his book.

"Sev—Snape! What are you doing here? Is the meeting over? I-I, ummm, wrong compartment, I'll-I . . ." I started to slide out of the compartment. In all the bustle of avoiding Frank I'd forgot I was also avoiding Snape. I really need to be braver.

"Lily! Don't I . . ."

"Shouldn't you also be at the meeting?"

"Well, I didn't go. I thought you wouldn't want to see me."

"Ah," True. He was right, but this was far too considerate of him. He needed to stop acting like we were still friends. "Snape, you don't need to avoid meetings just for me. I don't want to be held responsible for you neglecting your duties. You should go to the meeting."

"The only reason I ever went to the meetings was . . ."

"Yes?" I said coldly, avoiding his gaze.

"It doesn't matter. I doubt I'll be going to many of the meetings anymore."

"Why's that?"

"I have other things to occupy my time." His eyes darted to the book gripped, pincer like in his long fingers.

"Well don't tell me because I can easily imagine what things you're talking about."

"Lily . . ."

I slipped out of that compartment and into the real Prefect's Compartment. Funnily enough, getting minorly blow up confrontational with Snape had reduced my nervous avoidance impulse, and as I sat down I smiled once at the gobsmacked Frank.

The meeting proceeded with nothing much of import: patrols were set, agendas discussed, and banned objects reviewed. But at the end of the meeting I made a surprise discovery. Both Frank and I had been wrong about head girl choice. I didn't catch on until a little bit later in the meeting, but it seemed that Narcissa Black was Frank's partner. An odd choice, as the headmaster tends to try and avoid putting rival houses in positions where they'll have to work together. But, as far as I knew, Narcissa had never been openly contemptuous towards Gryffindors. Her disdain was more something you felt in the angle of the nose and the swish of her hair. Good thing Frank is so affable. I don't think I'd be able to deal with Miss Black's icy chuckles for more than a few hours before shoving her body somewhere unpleasant, like that vanishing cabinet on the third floor . . . that would do nicely.

After the meeting ended, I planned to sneak out quickly, but mysteriously my left foot was solidly enchanted to the floor. I reached in my pocket for my wand, only to find I'd left it back with my trunk. Bollocks!

As the last two prefects trailed out of the compartment, I briefly considered calling for aid, but I had to face Frank at some point or another, and since he felt the need to hold me hostage . . . I might as well.

Frank was gathering his papers in a deliberately sluggish manner. When he turned he quirked up his eyebrow to see me affixed to the floor.

"Lily, you waited."

"I had no choice really. My foot is stuck."

"Hmmm . . . fancy that."

"What do you need, Frank?"

"Well, I really wanted to have a sit down and discuss where we stand."

"I stand over here and am currently incapable of sitting down."

"Oh, right," He pointed his wand at my foot and I felt the spell lift. I sat down on the seat farthest from him.

"So . . ." he mumbled.

"So . . ."

"So, I felt like our date not date goading thing where you gave me permission to eventually ask for a date went quite well."

"Yes . . ."

"So . . ."

"So?"

"So why did you go and start avoiding me? I just wanted to talk to you, perchance woo you a little bit more before I try my luck at asking you on a real date."

"Yes, well . . ."

"Is it because you were offended at my behavior? I already told you I was stupid to trick you with all the goading. I followed bad advice and bad impulses when I pursued you like that."

"Pursuing me was a bad impulse?" A touch hurt.

"No, but tricking you and kissing you was a bad impulse."

"So kissing me was a bad impulse?" I don't know why, but my inner Barbie was wounded at his words, and I found my voice rising.

"No, kissing you was great. I enjoyed it, really, though it was quite brief. But if the kiss made you all ticked off and started this avoidance act, then I really regret it."

"I'm not avoiding you because of the kiss. I enjoyed it too, I think, maybe, or at least the second one."

Frank's face had been held in his serious head boy demeanor, but at my words it began to slip and I saw a glimpse of the grinning idiot from our date.

"Then why are you avoiding me?"

"Huh, what? That doesn't really matter."

"Why are you avoiding me? Lily," and he glanced wickedly at the door, "I can seal a door just as easily as I sealed your foot. Do you really want to be locked alone in a compartment with me?"

Stupid git. "It was because of the kiss," I gasped.

"But you just said that it wasn't because of the kiss."

"Well, I wasn't avoiding you because it was a bad kiss or even because I was pissed that you kissed me, but because it was a kiss."

"Lily," groaned Frank, "you're not making any sense at all."

Poor Frank looked slightly frantic, and I felt I should do my best to try and be clear about my incomprehensible and highly embarrassing feelings. "It wasn't just because of the kiss, but because of the kind of kiss that it was. Because-because I'm sort of-and it was—" I took a deep breath, "It was my first kiss and I felt awkward and slightly robbed, and I didn't want to see you until I knew how I felt, which I still don't, so I did, and I continue to, try to avoid you."

"It was your first kiss? I-I . . . I didn't really expect that. I mean, you're a sixth year it seems a little bit weird that, especially since you're really—"

"Maybe I'm just not the type who throws themselves at any bloke who'd like a snog. Is it wrong to disagree with casual intimacy?"

Frank was chuckling in the corner, stupid git. "So, what you're trying to say is that you're just not sure how you feel about me, and you've been avoiding me while you figure it out?"

"Something like that, yeah."

"I think I know something that might help clarify your feelings."

"Yeah, what?"

"Well, considering that a kiss was what caused these uncertain feelings, then maybe a kiss will help clear them up."

Frank's eyes twinkled wickedly and he stepped closer to me. I'd have darted out the door if he only wasn't blocking it. As it was, my choice to sit as far away from Frank as possible was coming back to bite me because I was getting gradually backed into the wall by my seat.

"Frank, wasn't the point of this trapping me in the compartment business so that we could discuss our issues in a reasonable manner?"

Frank took another step forward, "Yes, but now I know why you've been avoiding me, and I think I know a way to solve it. Wouldn't you like to figure out how you really feel, Lily?"

He was too close. I could feel his breath on my face, and his voice did this interesting deep breathy thing when he said my name. I was officially pinned against the wall, and my thoughts were wandering in unpleasant pleasant ways. Darn it, celibate Lily! Where did you go?

"Frank," I muttered, "I don't think this is really the best way to solve our problem. Forcing yourself on me is certain to make me inclined to refuse the eventual date offer."

"I don't plan to force myself on you. I'm not that kind of guy," I snorted. "Fine, I did do that to you before, but I won't now. This time I'll ask." He leaned down and his hot breath caressed my lips. "Lily, can I kiss you?"

Everything seemed slightly blurred, and my voice squeaked, "Okay." It came out high pitched and breathy and was quickly cut off.

This time it was no peck. His mouth was moving, and I moved mine in response since it seemed the right thing to do. Curse you celibate Lily! I must seem woefully inexperienced to him. We'd been doing the mouth-moving thing for a little bit when I began to feel like my arms should probably be involved, too. Frank was certainly using his to play with my hair, which was actually slightly painful. I could put mine in his hair, but he was so tall, and my reaching ability was somewhat impeded by being pined against the wall. Fine, so I just placed them on his chest. He seemed to like that and moaned slightly, then deepened the kiss.

I was beginning to feel a little bit alarmed. This was going on rather long, and Frank despite my obvious ineptitude seemed to be enjoying it. How does one go about breaking a kiss? I opened my mouth to express a desire to halt, but that was clearly not the way to go about it since Frank took that as an okay to start probing the inside of my mouth. Ewwww . . . I needed to find a way to break away. I needed to find a way to break away.

Suddenly, the door slid open and Frank broke away of his own accord.

Remus was holding a folder of papers and looking rather gobsmacked himself. After a long pause, in which I had the chance to catch a glimpse of my hair in the glass (oh my oh my), Remus shoved the folder in Frank's hands and fled.

Frank looked at me with his cheeky grin in full swing. His sweater was severely mussed and I couldn't believe that I was somehow responsible.

"You know," said Frank, "for a second kiss that was rather astounding. You were so eager and you just kept increasing the intensity. Really for a second kiss . . . wow, but I've always heard that Lily Evans is a fast learner. "

I let out a fake laugh. Why had I allowed that? Why? Why? My feelings didn't feel clarified; they felt murkier than ever. But since I'd allowed the kiss, I could hardly use that as another excuse to avoid him.

"So, is it alright for me to ask for that date now?" asked Frank.

"Huh?"

"How about we continue to get to know each other better. We can talk together, eat together, and do . . . whatever else strikes our fancy, but as soon as the first Hogsmeade weekend rolls around I'll take you on that date. So, are you game?"

"Sure," I mumbled because how do you say no to a date with a guy you've just thoroughly encouraged only because you don't understand how to kiss properly.

"So," grinned Frank, "do you want to pick up where we left off?"

"No!" I shrieked, jumping back and inadvertently hitting the wall. "No, I mean, I have to get back to Mary and Marlene. I told them I'd rush back when the meeting was over, and I don't want them to be suspicious."

I rushed out of the compartment and pelted down the train. My hair was almost as disarrayed as my thoughts, and I got some funny looks from the compartments I passed. The fact that I popped into the wrong compartment several times also didn't help, but my eyes were too blurred to even see who I was disturbing, and by the time I'd gotten back to Mary and Marlene rumors were flying.

"Lily," shrieked Mary, "Is it true that you and James Potter were snogging in the storage closet?"

"What? No-no," I stuttered, puzzled as to how that could have been taken from my ruffled appearance. Why would people immediately assume James Potter? I thought I'd made my feelings on that issue quite clear.

"I thought not," said Marlene. "That's why I told them that it must have been you and Frank in the closet."

"We weren't in a closet, and how did people manage to get here to ask you about this before me? I came straight here from the Prefect's Compartment."

"You were snogging Frank in the Prefect's Compartment?" gasped Mary. "Lily we said you should talk to him, not attack him."

"I didn't attack him. He attacked me."

"Yeah, you look a little bit like you've been attacked," said Marlene. "Was Frank trying to make a bird's nest out of your hair?"

"Mary, can I use your brush? I should clean myself up."

" I hope Frank didn't get all covered in lipstick because your mouth looks thoroughly attacked," said Marlene sliding my trunk forward.

I fixed my hair and pulled on my robes, but I couldn't get rid of my red face or racing heart. What had I gone and done that for? I'd damaged my reputation for sure. The only gossip about me before normally consisted of chuckles over my latest rejection of James Potter, and that was only for a few months last year. That was a running joke: Lily the prude pursued by Potter the troublemaker. I'm pretty sure that Potter was only so persistent about it because he appreciated the joke and the attention it got him. This, on the other hand, was trashy gossip. People must think that I'm as bad as Daphne Queenly. Snogging in the Prefect's Compartment. Snogging in the very compartment where we gathered to discuss ways to decrease after hours snogging. Oh, the hypocrisy.

But, I guess I've endured. I got my fair share of looks during the feast. But the first day of classes was better. Frank and my tryst is gossip that mainly only interests Gryffindors and there are no other Gryffindors in my Ancient Runes class, and only Potter in my Arithmancy class, and he was strangely quiet today. Potions was harder, but I just avoided the stares of Snape and the Gryffindors and worked on my potion. I'm not going to let any gossip rob me of enjoying one of my favorite class.

So, life goes on. I'll just keep my head held high, and try to talk reasonably with Frank. I'm perfectly willing to go on that date, but I should communicate my hesitancy to continue snogging until I'm more comfortable. After all, communication is key. Maybe if I'd communicated more clearly in the first place I wouldn't be in this situation.

Love,
Lily

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A/N: Thanks for your feedback last chapter, and special shout out to Awesomely Anonymous. I'm really glad that you liked Maggie and found her frank and honest because that is how I intended her to come off.

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