25! Here you go with part II! There's not much to say, just enjoy! Oh! Yeah! I should explain a little thing: During my writing blockage, I ignored something that I kind of regretted later on: Every Disney movie I mention for the girls' costumes didn't exist back then in the Marauders' Era. After considering writing the chapter again, or editing it and replace the costumes with new ones or with the version of the classical tales or legends they came from, I decided to leave it like I first wrote it. Take it as some kind of 'tribute' to Disney that I added even though it breaks a little with the canon. You can always read the chapter iamgining those dresses differently :) (There are a lto of famous witches from the chocolate frog cards that would replace the costumes well, or even some muggle characters) Well, no more talking, here you go:

"I'm bored," Said Sirius, leaning against a wall next to the table. James ignored him; he was too busy watching Lily laugh with that tosser of Davis.

As soon as the boy had seen her enter to the Great Hall, she had taken his breath away. The only thing James could think about was to go and caress those bare shoulders; to hold her waist and kiss her passionately; to get lost into those huge, green eyes. But it had all went away the moment the Hufflepuff had take her hand and led her to the dance floor.

"We already lost him," said Peter, really happy in his Frankenstein costume. Honestly, he was the least terrifying monster anyone had ever seen. "Evans arrived more than half an hour ago and Prongs seems unable of taking his eyes off her."

"Come on, Prongs, we're supposed to behere to have fun," complained Sirius, patting his shoulder. "It'd be a waste that I just stay standing here when there are so many babes dying for a piece of this." He said, making a geture that included his whole body. He had put a lot of effort into the costume of what he called a 'sexy pirate', but he had refused to use an eyepatch; he said it lacked 'glamour'. The truth was that the result was fantastic; he looked like one of those young pirates from teenage films, and his silky black hair, along with his seductive smile and mischievous grey eyes gave the costume the touch it needed.

Remus rolles his eyes.

"You go," said James, making a hand gesture without looking away from the couple. Sirius snorted, folding his arms.

"What's up, Black, you couldn't get anything to hook up with?" Samantha asked sardonically, sitting on a chair next to the table and taking a sandwich.

"Marauders go to balls without dates, perks, they don't want tie themselves toa girl the whole night." Sirius answered haughtily. Sam rolled her eyes.

"You disgust me, Black." Said Becca, arriving right to hear that comment.

"D'you think it's appropriate come dressed as a whore, Moon?" He answered, earning himself a slap.

"And d'you think it's appropriate to come dressed as a brainless womanizer? Oh, wait, it's not a costume, sorry." She replied, raising her eyebrows. Remus laughed.

"Well, I think you look good, Sirius," said Bree, who had just arrived with Eli The dark-haired boy turned around with a smile and his eyes opened wide at the sight of his friend.

"Blimey, Bree! You're gorgeous!" He exclaimed with surprise. And she was, in that tiny green dress and with those huge blue eyes. She smiled and said:

"Thanks," Sirius started playing with a blond curl that fell on her forehead, making it jump like a spring.

"You having fun?" he asked. Bree shrugged her shoulders.

"Sort of."

"Well, James' spoiling all the fun here," he answered, making a gesture with his head towards his friend, who was on his toe tips trying to see through the crowd, sighing frustrated.

"Be right back," he said, making his way through the people. Everyone quietly watched him go away.

"Guess he won't be back," Sirius sighed. "I'm gonna go look for a foxy fox who passed by a while ago in a really tight jumpsuit. See ya later." He said, winking and walking away.

"Like I said, a brainless womanizer." Rebecca commented.

"Well, we should try to have some fun as well," said Eli, watching the boy leave. He turned his head and looked at Sam raising his eyebrows. "Wanna dance?" Th girl hesitated, grimacing. "Or maybe go make fun of the lame attempts of flirting of all those desperate princesses?" Sam laughed and stood up, following Eli.

Bree looked at them with a smile, and then out of the corner of her eye, she looked at Lupin, Becca and Pettigrew.

"Come on, Peter," she said, pulling his arm to make him stand up. "Let's dance."

"Seems it's just the two of us," Becca commented, flopping down next to Remus. He nodded.

"Quidditch player, huh?" she asked, observing the lycanthropes clothes. James had lent him his old robes and they had changed the letters so that they would read 'Lupin' instead of 'Potter. "No monsters, vampires or werewolves?" A sad and enigmatic smile flickered across his lips.

"I'm not really into all that monsters stuff," he said, shrugging. "Besides, I'm terrible at scaring people." Rebecca laughed, shaking her hair like she always did.

"I do believe you can be scary if you set that aim, Moony." She said in a low voice,as if she was telling him a secret. "Well, won't you say anything about how I look?" she claimed, pretending indignation.

"Oh, I'm sure you received enough compliments already." He answered, unable to contain his smie. He loved the sassiness and carefreeness of that intriguing Ravenclaw.

"And you won't be a nice bloke and tell me what you think?" Both the girl and Lupin knew she looked dazzling, but instead of running his eyes over her, Remus fixed his honey eyes on hers.

"I think you have amazing eyes." He answered honestly. Rebecca burst out laughing, shaking her head. She was expecting anything but that; her eyes weren't usually what the boys paid attention to.

"You're a special boy, Remus Lupin." She just said. They were quiet for a while, their eyes on the dancing floor, but it wasn't an awkward silence at all. They felt at ease with each other. Lupin was a quiet person, and Becca, despite her reputation as a loud chatterbox, enjoyed his silent company.

"Are you gonna tell me where all those scratchs come from?" she asked, carefully observing his profile. The boy gave a start; Madame Pomfrey did a great job healing them, he didn't think they were so visible. When Lupin didn't open his mouth, she said: "I guess that's gonna be another secret I'll have to figure out about you." Oddly, despite that statement disturbed him, it didn't make him feel uncomfortable.

"Hoow are you doing with it?" he asked with curiosity and a smile.

"Not that well. You don't like monsters, you like my eyes, and you don't think you deserve to be a prefect." The boy blushed first, and then startled. He didn't remember telling her anything about that. He looked at her questioningly.

"I just know." She answered, winking.

Right then, Peter appeared.

"Sirius needs us" he said, panting. "He said something about a trick or something like that, he didn't explain aything else." Remus nodded and stood up, willing to follow his friend. He turned around to say goodbye to Becca, and found her smiling in a perturbing way.

"See ya later, Moony" she said.

…

James made his way through the crowd, trying not to lose sight of the couple. It turned out to be difficult, as loads of girls, even older than him, tried to flirt with him, asking for dances or flattering his costume (probably because it consisted in a really torn shirt that showed a considerable amount of muscled chest). Finally, he had been able of getting rid of that pretty fourth-year Ravenclaw who lived up to her Sacharissa Tugwood costume (she was the first witch to create and use beauty potions), and had found a place near one of the tables where he wasn't too exposed, but could see everything perfectly.

They were laughing and dancing, and now Davis had put a hand on her delicate shoulder, getting closer to whisper something to her ear. Lily nodded and headed where he was, forcing him to hide behind a boy who was wearing a flamboyant metallic device on his head (He was dressed as Edgar Strougler, famous inventor of magical devices like the Sneakoscope).

The boy used the occasion to observe her: she was so pretty. Her adorable freckles were barely visible, and her long un-made up eyelashes guarded those two beautiful emeralds she had for eyes. Her hair fell gracefully, and even though James missed its dark red colour, the truth was that she didn't look bad at all with black hair. Actually, even bald she would still be gorgeous. The boy felt he was blushing when Lily moistened her lips with her tongue; she seemed to be hot because of all the dancing. James fixed his eyes on the girl's bare neck and shoulders; areas that were usually covered and he had to guess through the clothes. When he noticed that, indeed, the almost invisible freckles covered her shoulders and cleavage, James feared for his mental health. That woman was going to drive him crazy. He thought about approaching to talk to her, but right then some bloke appeared behind her and they started talking. He was dressed as… Andros the Invincible? Yeah, he looked like Andros; luckily Sirius had ended up deciding to dress up as something muggle, to be 'original'; he wouldn't have liked to see someone with the same costume. It didn't take him long to recognize him: Rivers. Oddly enough, James had never felt jealous of Rivers despite the boy spent so much time with his redhead. Well, actually, it was too obvious that the boy was crazy about Perks, though she probably didn't notice.

And there was the wanker again. Davis seemed willing to rip the Ravenclaw's head off. Ha, Lily wouldn't like that the boy glared at her friend.

Finally, Rivers had left, and the Hufflepuff seemed to be in a sulk. When James was about to celebrate that, without wanting to, the Ravenclaw had fucked up their date, the boy took Lily's hand and started walking in the opossite direction. Where did he think he was goin!? Desperately, James rushed to follow them, pushing carelessly anyone who stood in his way. Where were they heading? If only that boy dressed as Ulric the Oddball moved his gigantic head! The jellyfish hat didn't let him see… And they were gone! Anxiously searching, the boy reminded himself under his breath to make that stupid map; it would be much easier to find people.

What if they had gone to…the grounds? They had to take them out of there!

Pushing with too much strenght a bony, long-haired seventh-year (who turned out to be the drummer of 'Guinevere's Knights' -and brother of the Singer, Lancelot Knight- and would come at him the next day, complaining about his broken wrist), James had managed to leave the Castle and as soon as he saw the couple, he approached to them. They didn't seem to be talking, but they were holding hands and it was obvious that if Davis was a normal man would make a move on Lily that night. And James couldn't let that happen. He needed the Marauders.

As if he was escaping from a herd of enraged centaurs, James turned around to go back to the Castle, but before entering, he saw a blonde, fit girl leaning against the wall, passionately snogging a pirate.

"Sirius, I need you." Called him James without approaching. Immediately, the boy let the girl go (who didn't seem that happy about it), an without even asking for a reason, followed his friend, winking goodbye at his date. "Call the other, Davis and Lily, in the grounds."

"Be right back," said Sirius, nodding once and disappearing into the castle at a quick pace.

James went back to his place; the couple was still walking but he couldn't hear if they were talking or not. Sirius needed to hurry up! The couple stopped walking and Davis started playing with Lily's fingers. James' fingers. He could weakly hear her laughter, and he knew what was about to happen. But before he could do aything by himself, Sirius patted his back, and by only whispering three words, told him what to do.

Lily placed her hands on the Hufflepuff's chest and he leant to kiss her, but their lips barely brushed, cause something wrapped them and forced them to separate.

Lily fell on her bum, her waist wrapped in loads of toilet paper and her head covered in bright confeti. Aidan had fell on his back instead, completely wrapped in paper and with a strange, fluorescent paint all over him instead of the confetti. They seemed completely taken aback, until they heard some laughter coming out of the bushed, and Lily, enraged, immediately knew who they were, but before she thought about lighting the bush on fire, the marauders left their hiding spot. Remus looked really uncomfortable, but the other three roared with laughter. Lily looked at Aidan out of the corner of her eye and realized how mad he was. And rightly so.

"Trick or treat?" said Black once he had calmed down a bit, and Lily felt like strangling him.

"Technically, you asked that before you play the trick, Padfoot" Potter said, frowning as if he was defending Lily and Aidan. Black faked surprise.

"Really? Oh, I just still don't get those American customs*…" And the burst out laughing again. That group of…of…of immature, brainless brats!

And Aidan was boiling with anger too, looking daggers at Potter (for some reason, he was only mad at him). He instantly took out his wand, and so did the other four boys.

"Stop!" Yelled Lily, furious. "You lot of immature arseholes, put your bloody wands down right now if you don't want me to take all of the points from Gryffindor!" The boys did as she said, but Aidan didn't. "Come on, Aidan, you too" The boy ignored her and raised his wand, and Lily angrily forced him top ut his arm down.

"Leave them, Aidan." She said roughly. The Hufflepuff put his wand away, but was visibly irritated.

"Look Lily, I fancy you a lot, but I'm in no mood for this childish garbage. Do whatever you want with your friends, we'll talk later." And he left seething. Lily's eyes followed him, scowling, and when she couldn't see him anymore, she carefully turned to the four boys. Remus was visibly sorry, and Pettigrew seemed terrified at the prefect's enraged look. Black and Potter just smiled smugly.

"I'd be thanfull if you leave me alone with Potter." She said quietly. They all seemed puzzled, but after James nodded, they headed to the castle. Lily stared at Potter for a while, and judging by the sparks on her eyes, the boy knew she would tell him off. He deserved it, but it had been worh it. But instead of yelling she said in a quiet voice:

"Whom are you dressed as? A Quidditch player who gave his life for catching a Snitch and ended up shattered?" James laughed: he was wearing a torn shirt and trousers, and he had made-up bruises, burnts and scratchs on his face and body. Besides (a detail Lily hadn't noticed), he had broken shackles on his wrists.

"No; I thought abou dressing as some Quidditch player, but as I am already a really well-known one…" Ok, by Lily's scowl, James realized he wasn't on the right track. "But I went for Sacha Beklea*, a dragon keeper who fought against cruelty. He tied himself to a post right in the middle of a dragons' training centre to protest against the taming by hurting them with hot swords... He survived the burns for several days , and ironically died at St Mungo's because of a strange disease… Some people believe he was murdered; one of the healers was the nephew of the owner of a training centre who wasn't very happy about Beklea…" James realized that even though the girl was listening, she had used the time to calm down. She had probably done so to contain her pyromaniac impulses towards him. How nice, his redhead worried about him.

They stood in silence for a while, and when Lily looked up, Potter didn't see anger in her eyes, but something that looked a lot like disappointment.

"Stop screwing up my life, Potter," she said wearily, shaking the confeti from her hair and taking the toilet paper off her waist. "Grow up, already."

And she left, leaving a perplex and slightly regretful James standing alone in the middle of the mess.

…

*According to Wikipedia, the "Trick or Treat" tradition originated in the US and was very little known in the UK until the '80s (a custom that wasn't very welcome by the British at first). Well, the story is taking place in 1975, so I'm guessing the custom already existed in the UK but wasn't very known, and that's why Sirius says this.

** Even though all of the wizards and witches I mention as costumes did exist, I made up Sacha. The idea is quite bad, but I was tired when I finished this sso I just made it up. (I also made up the band 'Guinevere's Knights' and its members Lancelot Knight and his brother)

Oh! And by the way, I didn't make a mistake with Eli: he was dressed as Hercules, but James had no idea about muggle movies, so he thinks he's dressed as a greek wizard called Andros. If you google him, you'll find him ;)

Answers to reviews:

Potterwatch2710: Thank you! And thanks for reading and reviewing :D I wanted to describe James' reaction as well, but it didn't fit with the plotline I had in mind. However, you got to see him observing her! I hope you liked that!

Potterheadforeves: Oh, I know, everyone thinks this is a songfic. I think I should put in the summary that it is not. The truth is that I thought about changing the title many, many times, but I always end up leaving it. The thing is that you have to name the story at the beginning to upload it, and as I'm used to writing oneshots, I'm used to choosing the name when the whole thing is done. But well, when I had to decide the title, I remembered this phrase. Why? Cause we don't have a phrase like that one in Spanish, and I didn't know it. I knew what 'you belong to me' meant, but I had never heard 'you belong with me' before. When I looked it up and found out the meaning, I loved it. It's more romantic, deeper than saying that you belong to someone, or even that two people are meant for each other. I fell in love with the expression, and named the original story 'You belong with me', even if it was written in Spanish. I wish we had a phrase like that. Oops, sorry for the rambling! In person I'm really quiet, and writing I'm a chatterbox. Sorry. Continuing with you review: Thank you, thank you, thank you for all that compliments!

I'm SUPER happy that you found it realistic, interesting and reasonably canon; those are goals very important to me, and I'm always unsure if I'm doing it right. And the fact that you found it well written makes me so happy too! I'm never confident about it, I have to do a lot of research cause I'm not familiar with all the idioms and stuff, and my grammar fails some times. I should get a beta reader, cause while translating, apart from those mistakes, I make a lot of typo mistakes… Don't worry about the tips, and thank you for that one! You don't know how happy your comment made me :D Thank you!