Here comes a new chapter, hope you like it :) I reckon we deserve a few happy chapters, don't you think?

Just a little remark before we start. Someone told me that my story reminded him of another fic he had read before. I can assure you that I've never plagiarized anyone, and everything I write comes from my own head. I'm sorry if another author had a similar idea before, but I'm absolutely not aware of it as I'm writing my story. Again, I'm not plagiarizing anyone here, and I guess I must not be as imaginative as I would like to be sometimes if some of you see some similarities with other fics, but if it happens, I'm not doing it on purpose.

Anyway, I'll try to update the next chapter between Wednesday and Friday, but I'm not sure when exactly yet. I'll update before next weekend, that's for sure.

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The Head Boy and the Head Girl.

James rested his brow against hers, holding her tightly in his arms, both of them still sweaty, while she was running a hand in his messy dark hair, her eyes closed, a grin stuck on her face.

"Lily?" he whispered tenderly, enjoying the way her name rolled upon his tongue.

"Yes James," she answered, whispering as well, her eyes still closed.

"Would you go out with me?"

She opened her beautiful green eyes, and looked at his hazel glance for a while, before bursting into laughter. He soon joined her, laughing like mad.

"Well, considering what has just happened between us..." she answered.

"Several times," he reminded her, his grin widening.

"Several times," she nodded, giggling, her cheeks on fire. "I think the answer to that question is pretty obvious."

"I still want to hear it."

She smiled tenderly at him, caressing his cheek.

"Yes James, I'd love to go out with you."

James's grin doubled in size.

"You're finally making sense," he answered, and she couldn't refrain her laugh.

"I'm a slow one, clearly."

"Undoubtedly."

He stared at her bare shoulder for a while.

"Okay, I've waited so long to do this..."

The next second, his lips were travelling across her shoulder.

"What are you doing?" she asked, giggling as his light lips were tickling her skin.

"I. Am. Kissing. Every. Single. One. Of. Your. Freckles," he answered, stressing every word with a sweet kiss.

She laughed, closing her eyes, enjoying the warmth of his lips upon her collarbone. She took a sharp intake of breath when he bitted tenderly her earlobe.

"I don't have any freckle here, James," she pointed out.

"My mistake."

And he went working on her other shoulder. The feeling of her skin against his made him lose his mind, he couldn't imagine how on Earth he could ever get enough of her... Suddenly, he felt her tensing under him.

"What's wrong?" he asked her, looking at her eyes again.

"We need to talk," she answered.

He didn't like this serious tone at all...

"About what?"

"Several things, actually."

He laid down next to her, staring at her. She rested her head on his upper arm, and he started to play with a lock of her red hair. She caressed tenderly his muscular chest.

"Are you planning on going after Severus?" she asked him bluntly.

He stared at her intense green eyes, that seemed to want to read through his very soul, and James had no doubt that the girl could have guessed every single one of his thoughts.

"I've already had this conversation with Sirius actually," he slowly answered.

"And?" asked the ginger girl.

"And... he doesn't think we should go after him. He thinks we should let Dumbledore deal with him."

Lily propped up an eyebrow.

"This sounds more like Clara than Sirius."

James smiled.

"She has a good influence on him."

"She does," Lily nodded with a smile.

There was a short silence, before Lily would speak again.

"It doesn't tell me what you are planning to do about him."

He ran his hand through her red hair.

"What would you have me do?" he asked her in a whisper.

"I don't want you to get in trouble because of him, he's not worth it," she answered. "I don't want you to endanger yourself again. You scared me so much..."

He kissed tenderly her brow, and let his lips rest there on her smooth skin. She closed her eyes.

"I'm not planning on going after him," James slowly answered. "Sirius is right, nothing good would come out of it, and Dumbledore will keep an eye on him, I'm sure... Or well, I should rather say that Clara is right..."

They chuckled, and James looked at her deep glance again.

"Does it reassure you?"

"Yes, it does."

"Good, what was the other thing we had to talk about then, before I can go back to work on your lovely freckles?"

She couldn't help but laugh, and he soon joined her. After a while, she grew more serious again, and she caressed tenderly his muscular chest once more. She set her glance on his torso, not daring to look at him in the eyes.

"Do you think it's a good idea to be officially together? I mean, we're Head Boy and Head Girl..." she asked him shyly.

He frowned.

"And?" he asked, taken aback.

"And... don't you think that many will criticise us being together, because we're Head Boy and Head Girl?"

He narrowed his eyes, holding her chin between his fingertips and forcing her to look up at him and meet his hazel glance.

"Are you telling me that you want some kind of... secret relationship?"

This had to be a bloody joke... He hadn't waited for six years to hide. He hadn't suffered so much this last summer to keep their love for himself. He loved her, and she finally loved him, and he intended to shout the announcement from the top of the Astronomy Tower if necessary to make sure that every single person in this school knew that Lily Evans had finally accepted to be his girlfriend.

But she shook her head, her eyes sad all of a sudden.

"That's not what I want, but I would understand if it was what you wanted. People will talk..."

"I don't give a fuck about what people say!"

He sounded almost angry, his voice louder. He noticed it, and took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

"No Lily, I don't want a secret relationship. I've waited six years, and it's not for hiding this."

He ran his right hand across her hip, and up her waist. She couldn't control her racing heart as he was touching her bare skin.

"I'm not going to hide our relationship Lils, no way. I guess I can wait till we've told all our friends. This, I can understand, and even agree, our friends should be the first to know. But then you can be sure that I'm going to walk through these corridors holding your hand, and I'll be so proud to finally do so."

She kissed his soft lips for the thousandth times that day, and she intended to kiss them a thousand more times before the night would fall.

"That sounds good to me," she smiled, resting her mouth against his, their eyes closed.

Lily took a look at the time. It was almost six in the afternoon.

"We'll soon have to get down for dinner."

She started to sit up, but he wrapped quickly his strong arms around her again, and dragged her back in the bed, making her laugh.

"James, we've been in your bedroom all afternoon," she told him as he was holding her close to him again, kissing her neck. "I'm surprised no one has already tried to look for us in fact."

James snickered against her skin.

"No chance, I've locked the door, and casted a soundproofing spell too. We couldn't have known anyway..."

"You really did that?"

He nodded, his face buried in the crook of her neck.

"When you were gone to the bathroom, about three hours ago."

She couldn't help but blush. James was right, it had been more than three hours now that she had entered this bloody bedroom...

"I can't complain I guess, it was quite clever."

"Indeed."

He kissed her neck again. How had he managed to live all this time without being able to do this? That was a mystery...

"We still have to get down for dinner," Lily repeated.

"We still have plenty of time," he whispered in a husky voice against her ear.

Oh Merlin, this voice... How could she answer anything to this voice...?

"You're right..."

She caressed tenderly his cheek, a tender smile upon her lips.

"We'll have plenty of time together..."

James entered his friends' dormitory. Sirius and Remus were playing chess, whilst Peter was watching carefully. Sirius smiled at James as he was sitting down on the ground next to them.

"What the hell is that thing on your face Prongs?" he teased him, pointing at James's grin.

"Guys, I have a big announcement to make," James replied, smiling more than ever.

His three friends exchanged a glance, before hugging James, all at the same time.

"Congratulations!" Remus cheered.

"Finally!" cried Sirius.

"I haven't even told you anything yet!" James exclaimed.

"You and Lily finally talked, right?" Sirius asked.

"And you're together, because you forgave her for being prudent, and she forgave you for being a moron, isn't it?" Remus added.

James stared at them for a few seconds, before bursting into laughter.

"Am I that predictable really?"

Sirius rolled his eyes.

"Mate, you've been mourning her for the last three days... no sorry, for the last five weeks! The only way you could be so much annoyingly happy, it's that you and her have finally realised that you are both morons."

"Hey! You can talk!" James protested, chuckling. "It took an eternity for you to finally date Clara!"

"You can hardly compare a few months to a few years Prongs..."

"But at first she hated me, and then she wasn't single..."

"Still, you two are morons."

"But we're not anymore, because Lily is my girlfriend now."

It was so enjoyable, just to feel the words form on his tongue, he felt so proud to be able to call her like this. Still now, he could barely believe this was real. Sirius gave him an earnest smile.

"I'm happy for you two."

James winked at him.

"Come on, let's get down to dinner, I'm starving!"

They laughed, heading towards the Common Room. The girls were waiting for them chatting around the fireplace.

"So..." said Clara, winking at James as she was standing up to join Sirius. "You two finally came to your senses."

She gave Sirius a peck on the lips, wrapping her arms around him.

James looked at Lily, still sitting on the sofa, her cheeks reddening.

"Well... it's never been me who wasn't in my right mind, it was Lils!" James answered.

The ginger girl stood up, and came next to him, enlacing their fingers together.

"You didn't give me any good arguments for years though," she teased him.

He kissed her temple.

"It doesn't matter anymore though."

She smiled, walking towards the portrait hole by his side, still holding his hand.

"No, you're right, it doesn't matter anymore."

They walked together inside the Great Hall, and whispers crossed the Hall as Lily and James were entering hand in hand, and sitting next to each other at the Gryffindor table. Noticing the sudden attention, Lily blushed fiercely.

"I think the whole school is wondering what the hell is happening between the Head Boy and the Head Girl..." said Marlene, an amused smile upon her lips.

James turned towards Lily, a mischievous smile upon his face.

"We should give them an answer, what do you think, Lils?"

She stared at him in the eyes, smiling shyly.

"I think we should, yes."

He grinned, taking tenderly her face in his hands, before kissing her passionately on the lips.

The whole Hall cheered, echoing with whistles and clapping and cries. After an eternity, they finally pulled away, and when James turned towards the teachers, Dumbledore winked mischievously at the boy.

"Lils, can you explain me again why we're preparing patrol schedules instead of snogging?"

Lily merely rolled her eyes, swallowing her mouthful of chocolate cake.

"Because we need to present them tomorrow at the prefect meeting, and that they won't be magically made during the night by Father Christmas."

James sighed, resting his head upon the stone wall of the alcove. He finished to eat the chocolate chips of his cake, before picking up his quill again.

"Alright, so, who will patrol with Remus?" he asked Lily, already bored by the whole thing.

"He gets along well with the fifth year Hufflepuff, Daniel," she answered.

James heaved another sigh before writing down the name.

"Then Daniel it is..."

The next second, Lily's hand was upon his, taking the quill from his grasp.

"We'll be much more efficient if I write everything down."

He let her take the quill, still shivering after feeling her fingers upon his. He smiled tenderly at her as she was cuddling in his arms, writing down the prefects who would be patrolling together.

"I thought you were the one who patrolled with Remus anyway," James pointed out.

Lily blushed fiercely, though a smile was curving up her graceful lips.

"Yes, but as we are Head Boy and Head Girl, I reckon it is much more logical if we do our patrols together, don't you think? We could use this precious time to talk about the schedules, and other prefect duties."

"Of course," James smiled, amused. "It wouldn't be for any other reason?"

Lily propped up an eyebrow, faking surprise.

"Potter, what other reason could your twisted mind possibly imagine?"

James couldn't help but laugh.

"I don't know, maybe some snogging in a dusty cupboard, or just you and me walking through dark corridors at night, holding hands..."

"Now, you really need to control your imagination, Potter."

"Do I? Or maybe you should unleash your imagination a bit more often, Evans."

"I don't think so, Potter."

"Evans?"

Potter?"

"Lily?"

"James?"

"Love?"

She looked up at him, smiling, her cheeks reddening.

"Sweetheart?"

James grinned.

"You're such an awful liar!"

"And you an awful Head Boy!"

"But a brilliant mischief maker!"

"Oh, and I'm supposed to be impressed by that, right?"

"I know you are. My reckless nature is your favourite part of me, I know it."

"You couldn't be more wrong."

"And here again your right eyelid flutters! See, you're lying."

"I merely had something in my eye."

"Again, a lie Love."

She sighed. She couldn't focus on prefect schedules. How, Merlin... how was she supposed to focus on anything that boring when she could feel James's breath brushing her forehead, and his right hand caressing her waist, and the feeling of his hazel eyes staring at her lips, and the warmth of his body flowing through her veins, and his scent of ginger and hormones intoxicating her mind...? She threw the quill and the schedules away in the corridor.

Fuck! Screw the bloody schedules...

She turned around to face a surprised James, and crushed their lips together. He needed less than a second to kiss her back, holding her tightly against him. After only an instant, he was lying on top of her.

"Let's go back to the Tower," she said in a breathy whisper, her hands lost in his hair, his lips upon her neck.

He groaned in agreement, and helped her quickly to stand up. They hurried to pick up their stuff, before running through the empty corridors. She suddenly slowed down, as they were climbing the last stairs before reaching the portrait of the Fat Lady. She could have sworn it was Clara and Sirius hurrying down there, running down the stairs...

"James, I think it's Sirius and Clara..." she told him.

James mumbled something under his breath, before pressing her back against the handrail of stone, and crushing fiercely his lips upon hers.

"Lily, I honestly don't give a damn about Sirius's sexual life right now, only mine... And yours, of course."

He kissed her deeply again, his eager kiss making her melt into his arms, her knees dangerously weak.

"You're right," she mumbled against his lips.

They hurried towards the Gryffindor Tower again. They threw the quills and schedules somewhere in the Common Room, unable to keep their hands off of each other any longer. They climbed up the stairs to their private dormitories, kissing all along. They had almost reached the top of the stairs when James lost his tie and his shirt, closely followed by Lily.

"Your room, or mine?" James asked her, his lips still moving upon hers.

"Who cares?" she whispered back, taking a sharp intake of air as he was unhooking her bra, his lips wandering on her neck.

"Right."

He flung open the door of his dorm, before carrying Lily off the ground and taking her in his bedroom, closing the door behind them.

Whilst the Head Boy and the Head Girl were getting down to the kitchens that night, about to organize the schedule for the patrols (or well, that's what Lily had meant to do) Sirius and Clara were working on their crossword, cuddling on the couch before the fireplace.

"I'm glad Lily and James have finally realized the truth about their feelings," Clara told Sirius after a while.

"These two are such a pair of morons!"

She looked up at him.

"We too acted like a pair of morons at the beginning Sirius," Clara pointed out.

"You know, that's exactly what James replied when I told him Lily and him had acted like idiots."

"Well, for once I guess I have to say that he's the one who's right between you two," she teased her boyfriend.

"Hey!" he protested, faking outrage. "You're my girlfriend, you're supposed to always take my side."

"Except when you're wrong."

"Especially when I'm wrong."

He turned playfully his face away when she made a movement to kiss him.

"Now, you know what? I'm upset with you," he lied.

And to her Sirius was such a terrible liar...

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, and I reckon you'll need to make great efforts to earn my forgiveness."

She kissed his neck, holding firmly, and yet tenderly, his face, so that he couldn't move away from her lips this time.

"A shame we don't have a bed right now," she whispered in his ear.

And this remark drove him completely mad...

"We'll have a bed," Sirius stated.

"Well, we can't go to either our dormitories, because our friends are sleeping there," Clara reminded him.

A mischievous smile had now appeared across Sirius's face.

"Oh, but I know where else in the Castle we can have a proper bed, and not be disturbed by anyone."

Clara propped an eyebrow.

"Where?"

Sirius rose from the sofa, and offered Clara his hand. He winked at her, mischief painted all over his handsome face.

"Come on, I'll show you."

Clara took his hand in response, and let him guide her through the corridors, both of them smiling. He finally stopped before a bare wall of stone. Clara narrowed her eyes.

"Can the Room of Requirement do that? Turn into a bedroom?"

Sirius shrugged.

"It theoretically can turn into anything we need, so I guess it can, yes. I've never tried it before though to be honest."

He paced three times before the wall, and soon a door appeared from nowhere. Sirius grinned.

"If my Lady would do us the honour," he told Clara dramatically, bending and holding her the door, offering her to enter first.

She giggled, before walking inside the magical room.

Inside, the room was warm and cosy, a fire was burning, shedding a dim light upon a large bed, with white sheets and golden pillows that seemed to be shouting at the two teenagers to hurry up and to get under the covers.

"Right, I guess we can say that it worked," Clara smiled, while Sirius was closing the door behind them.

A second later, he had carried her on the bed, and was unbuttoning her shirt.

"You're so impatient!" Clara giggled, while she was herself working on Sirius's shirt.

"I'm never patient when it comes to you and a bed," Sirius replied, kissing her breasts through the fabric of her black bra.

She laughed, her shirt flying away across the room, her hands wandering upon his torso.

"And I have to admit I'm not very patient myself when it comes to this."

Sirius kissed her deeply in response. And the fire gave up and died in the hearth way before they did...

The next day, Lily and James skipped breakfast. Not because they were working, or finishing the schedules for the prefect patrols they had abandoned the previous evening, but because they simply didn't wake up. Indeed, the previous night, they had both collapsed out of exhaustion and, well, they didn't really manage to wake up the next morning...

"Holy shit!" Lily cried when she looked at the time on James's bedside table.

She jumped out of the bed, whilst James was moaning and rolling on his side to wrap his arms around Lily. But she had already got up, looking for her clothes in the mess that was James's bedroom.

"James, wake up!" she urged him. "We have potions in twenty minutes!"

James finally managed to open his eyes, a smirk on his lips as he was looking at Lily picking up her clothes, still mostly naked.

"You're so gorgeous Ginger Sweet," he told her.

She rolled her eyes.

"You don't even have your glasses, how could you know?"

"I'm not completely blind without my glasses, you know?" he replied.

She stopped buttoning her shirt, and lifted her hand, rising three fingers.

"How many fingers?" she asked him.

James sighed.

"Right, you may have a point, you're a bit too far for me to see every details."

She buttoned her shirt again, whilst James was picking up his glasses from his bedside table.

"Ah... much better," he said once he was wearing his glasses again. "You're so gorgeous Ginger Sweet."

Lily rolled her eyes again, though she was smiling.

"James, hurry up!"

She threw his pants at him.

"We have to be in the dungeons in twenty minutes!"

"Alright, alright..."

He finally stood up, dressing up. Lily disappeared in the bathroom, but left the door open, and James looked at her while buttoning his shirt, leaning against the door. She was attaching her hair in a pony tail, hurrying, and she caught James's reflexion in the mirror smiling dreamily at her. Her cheeks reddened, and she did everything she could to hide it. But the sight of James's smile doubling in size told her that clearly, he had noticed.

"You're smirking, James," she teased him.

"Well, my girlfriend is the sexiest girl in this school, I reckon I can smirk."

He wrapped his arms around her, unable to control himself any longer. Merlin, he never wanted to get his hands off of her...

"We need to go in Potions... now Potter!"

She kissed him lightly on the lips, before breaking their embrace, and dragging him towards the door.

They arrived just five minutes before class, and their friends smiled amusingly at the two of them.

"So..." Sirius said slowly when James sat next him, a mischievous smile on his face. "You didn't waste much time, did you?"

"What is your twisted mind insinuating again Padfoot?" James replied defensively.

"Well, the next time you want your sexual life to remain private, you should not leave your shirt and Lily's in the middle of the staircase."

James blushed fiercely, but he smiled anyway.

"I can hardly deny it I guess, can I?" he answered, his cheeks on fire.

"No, you can't," answered Sirius, ready to tease his friend all day long. "May I point out that it's not very serious to spend the night having sex when you're supposed to get early to class the next morning? You know we're supposed to arrive rested and ready for a hard day of work in class, don't you?"

"Well, you haven't slept much either Padfoot," Remus noted.

"What do you mean?" Sirius asked him, propping up an eyebrow and faking innocence.

"You should come back before dawn next time, especially when you have an insomniac werewolf in your dormitory and you're trying to elope in the middle of the night three days before the full moon."

Sirius merely laughed, not feeling ashamed at all. Nothing that dealt with Clara loving him could make him feel anything but proud indeed.

"Okay, well... I guess we can say we both have satisfying sexual lives Prongs!"

Sirius laughed loudly again, almost barking. James looked at Lily as she was blushing fiercely, the girls giggling around her. She caught his glance, smiling shyly. Clearly, Sirius had told his girlfriend about their lost clothes...

In the back of the class, Severus was feeling like the whole world was crumbling down. He felt his heart breaking under his ribs. So that was it then, Potter had won everything. He was popular, and the teachers adored him, and he was never punished for any of his pranks and bullying... And now he had a badge of Head boy shining upon his robes when he had never respected any rule in this school and he had won Lily's heart when he had been nothing but a prat. He had been cruel, and laughing at him for years, and it was this man that Lily had chosen to be with? She had chosen Potter over him? Really? He stared at her reddening cheeks as she was giggling with her friends, Potter still staring at her as well. The Gryffindor boy suddenly rose from his chair, and hurried to go whispering something in her ear. He looked at her, a mischievous smile on his lips (that seemed more cocky than mischievous to Snape) and she answered to his request with a soft kiss on his lips. He grinned, winking at her, before reaching his seat again as Slughorn was entering the classroom. Snape kept glaring at James, hate burning every fibre of his body. But nor James nor Lily noticed his glare, and they couldn't have cared less really.

They couldn't help but look at each other during the class, lost glances wandering through the room. And when James waited for her to be ready next to her table, and took her hand in his as they were walking out of the classroom, she felt like this story with James was the start of a great and quite beautiful adventure indeed.