AN. I edited the end of Chapter Nine, it sounded off, so I suggest going back to read it... It's kinda short but I wanted to end it there. Enjoy!

I woke with the sun. Which is really unusual let me tell you. Most of the time there's either a bucket of water (Remus) or a drum set (Sirius). So it was perfectly natural to look around wildly for either of the too. I let out a big sigh flopping back down on my pillow and closed my eyes, waiting for sleep to over take me. Nothing. I got out of bed with a grumble, collecting my bags and heading down to the common room. If I was going to have three extra hours, might as well take advantage of it.

It took me all of three seconds to realize I was not alone. Lily was curled up on the coach her essay sitting in front of her. She jumped up when she saw me.

"James," she said her voce high with surprise.

"Hey," I said, very conscious of the fact that I wasn't exactly wearing a shirt.

"Couldn't sleep," she said vaguely gesturing around at the books in front of her.

"Neither could I," I said flopping down on the sofa.

She sat down hesitantly beside me; I pulled out my papers nonchalantly, and began working.

"Stupid sluggy," I muttered under my breath.

I finished way before Lily. Probably because the quality of mine was second hand at best. But it wasn't that bad. An A or possibly an E, which wasn't the good... The point was, I was sitting there with nothing to do but watch Lily work. She absentmindedly tucked a piece of red hair behind her ear. Her eyes were focused in concentration and her legs curled up in a catlike position, and I found myself staring. My fingers had a strange itching skill and I got out a spare piece of parchment. My fingers moving along lines as I watched her, drawing who I saw Lily as.

"What are you doing?" she asked, breaking me out of my trance.

I stared down at my paper to see Lily Evans. It wasn't exactly like her, but it felt like her, in a way that was hard to describe. It felt like the lines made up who Lily truely was.

"Nothing," I said, tucking the paper away carefully into my bag.

She looked suspicious, but she let it go. She looked out the window and the sun was getting higher in the sky.

"Better go wake up the girls," Lily said, departing up the stairs with a small backward glance.

"Yeah," I said quietly even though, no one was there.

I took out the piece of paper with Lily on it and looked at it as I walked up the stairs. When I entered the dormitory I discovered that Remus was awake, making his bed. The poor fellow. He looked up in surprise.

"Where have you been?" he asked.

"Just working on my essay," I said casually and subtly watching for his reaction.

It was worth it. His eyes widened comically and his eyebrows rose reaching up for his hairline.

"Really," he said, as if he was expecting me to say no.

"Really," I said energetically.

He snatched the drawing out of my hand, and I made a desperate grab for it. He studied it for a moment and then he looked at it with a knowingly , his eyebrows relaxing from their raised position and a knowing smile resting on his lips, as he handed the picture back.

"What?" I demanded hotly.

"Nothing," he said with an annoyingly superior tone, "We should wake Sirius up."

"You're right," I said with a wicked grin and Remus automatically winced. Reaction of living with me, I suppose.

Sirius slept peacefully in his bed, his breathing deep and even. I crept slowly and silently over to his bed. In an instant I pounced on top of him and he let out a high pitched squeal.

"James," he cried, as he realized who was on top of him, "Get off."

He shoved me off his bed, and I fell onto the floor.

"Hey," I called tackling him again.

"Unfair, unfair," Sirius called from underneath me, "I'm hardly awake."

He pushed me off him again and I brushed myself off with a sigh.

"I'll let you off this time, Black. Next time you won't be so lucky," I said in my best menacing voice.

And then I swept off to the bathroom. Which when you think of it isn't the best place to sweep off too. But sweeping out of the room and then having to sweep myself back in was just lame, well so was sweeping off to the bathroom wasn't either. But you can't blame me can you?