Because of everyone's reviews, i decided to write the second part quickly (with better font, i hope) so please r/r

Proffessor Wood sat on his broom, smiling at the assembled students. Well, he smiled at some of them, and frowned at others. James was among the 'some,' Lily was among the others.

"For five years now," he began, boring down on the students with such intensity it was almost a physical blow, "We have lost the Quidditch cup TO THE SYLTHERINS! The Syltherins! And this year, we are going to beat them if it costs me, erm, us, every single last player! SO I expect hard work, concentration, and above all, TOTAL DEDICATION! Quidditch will come before your friends, your family, you're school. And if you don't think you can do this," his glaze slid slowly over to Lily, "then I suggest you leave." He glared so fanatically that many student were tempted to pick up their brooms, many of which were newly bought, and leave. But they stood their ground.

"Potter here," the Proffessor said, with a rare smile and a kind of fierce pride, "is one of the best chaser's I've ever had the privilege to coach. Unfortunatly, with the exclusion of Black, over there," his voice edged into a growl, recalling Sirius's 'misdirected' bludger that had clonked him in the head last year, "all of his peers have graduated. Which leaves room for two Chasers, a bludger, a keeper, and a seeker. Now-"

"Proffessor," Gildroy cut in, oblivous to the proffessor's now red face. "I believe that there is only room for four other players; you see, I myself am a excellent seeker, so there is really no need for tryouts." There were several murmurs about this, some of which mistakenly took Gildroy seriously.

Wood was fuming.

"I... believe... in giving a fair chance to everyone," he finished in a rush, afraid that had he kept his mouth open for a second longer, bludgers would have come flying out. "Therefore, Mr. Gildroy, tryouts will be held for everyone, and we shall begin with sprints."

"Sprints?" Lily muttered, looking confused. To a muggle born girl, this meant running.

"On brooms," Sirius told her, leaning over. "You know, flat out speed with quick turns. Without falling off." He smiled, recalling his first tryout. James glared at him.

"Traitor!" he whispered, so that Wood couldn't hear.

"Are you trying to win based on skill, or superior knowledge?" Sirius retorted, his smile growing larger. James scowled; even he couldn't get out of this one.

"Ready..." Wood gave them very little warning, and many people were not ready. "GO!"

There were twenty or so students trying out, but you wouldn't have known it. Lily and James, sped, neck for neck, twisting and turning around elabrorate obstacles Wood must have spent weeks preparing. James looked over at Lily in suprise; she was bent low over her broom, her face filled with fierce determination, red hair whipping out behind her. James was genuinely astounded. It had been quite awhile since he'd been challenged in speed or control; he wasn't going all out but he was at least sincerely challenged. Slowly, Lily drew a breath ahead of him.

"I must admit, you're very good," James told her, as they swung in unison around a tree. "Faster than I am."

"But you're smiling," Lily said, through gritted teeth as the wind confronted her.

"Because I know something you don't know," James smiled.

"And what ... would that be," Lily paused as she ducked under a branch.

"I'm not going at full speed." James lowered himself a bit more, and drew half a brooms lenght ahead of Lily as he pulled out of a dive.

Lily smiled, not impressed. "You are better than I am, aren't you?" It was not the consent of defeat.

"But you're smiling," James commented, not worried in the slightest. They were approaching the most difficult obstacle Wood had dreamed up; a one-eighty turn around a thin pole followed immediatly followed by a twist under a log and a loop through a large ring that usually served as one of the goals.

"Because I know something you don't know," Lily tensed, preparing for the turn.

"And what would that be?" James wasn't really paying attenting; he shifted his wait towards the outside.

"I'm not going full speed either." Lily frowned in concentration, and, with a burst of acceleration, pulled all the way ahead of James, and twisted through the series of turns flawlessly. James had little time for disbelief, he pushed himself yet lower so that his chin was now touching the broom handle, and attempted to catch up with her in the long, straight stretch that now lay between them and where Wood was standing at the 'finish line.'

This was what Sirius had been talking about when he said flat about speed. Though not as physically straining on the player as most muggle sports, it was the power and will of the mind that propelled Lily and James to keep accelerating beyond the speed of their own best. When they crossed the finish line seconds later, it would have taken long examined photographs to determine which finished second.

Wood stood there on the ground, astonishment, admiration, and total disbelief mixed into one distorted expression.

"Inconceivable," he muttered, under his breath. He didn't even see Sirius come zooming across the finish line, many seconds later, leading the pack of the remaining students.

"You know, you're almost as good as a guy," James told Lily was they skidded to a stop. His tone was thoughtful, but there were underlying prejudices that made Lily seethe.

"Yeah, and better than that whole group of testosteroneis back there," she said, glaring at him as she pulled back her hair. A strand fell loose, and James had an unexplainable urge to reach across the distance between them to brush it back. But instead he said,

"So you beat them," he said, knowing what he was about to say was going to cut deep but being unable to resist. "Unless I'm wrong, you're a lot lighter than the rest of them due to disorders I shall not name."

Lily's face grew livid in utter shock and anger. But instead she said calmly, "Don't think you can hurt me, James. I have to actually care first, and you're not exactly first on my list." She swallowed, visiblely, then continued sweetly, "Besides, the coach that -formerly- worshipped the ground you walked on seems to disagree."

"Evans!" Wood's face looked like it was going to split open from joy. "That was incredible!" He waved around his wizard clock frantically. "I've never seen anyone go that fast! Not even Potter! Which reminds me," he said, turning to James, "I've never seen you go that fast before, Potter. Which means that you've either improved drastically over the off-season, or else you weren't giving your ABSOLUTE ALL!" Wood made it seem like a crime bad enough to send someone to Azkazban. James looked utterly shocked beyond belief. Lily smiled sweetly.

Wood now seemed to realized that there were other Quidditch players there, as well (it was no great feat; they were plummeting to the ground around him). "That was excellent!" But it was addressed mostly to Lily. "A very good first day, we shall continue tommorrow with scrimages." The players began to gether up there brooms and head back to the castle under the settin sun, leaving a distinct odor a sweat behind them. Lily was one of the last to leave, and, with shadows beginning to creep across the field, jumped when a hand brushed (or slammed) her shoulder.

"You do realized what this means, don't you?" James voice came from behind her.

"What, I'm just as good as you?" Lily slung her cloak across her shoulders and began heading back to the castle. James darted in front of her.

"No," he told her, a determined glint in his eye. "All out. Nothing held back." There was a ferocity in his voice, not unlike Wood's, that made Lily shiver. "Aww, you must be cold." Sarcasm dripped from his voice. "Don't worry, I'll let you get back to you're homework." He stepped aside, but Lily didn't move past.

"You know what bother's you most about me?" Lily asked him, not waiting for an answer. "Not that I'm a girl, not that I'm playing Quidditch, not even that I'm better than you in all our classes." James opened his mouth to protest, about to say that was exactly what he didn't like. But she hit with something too close to the truth for his liking. "You can't predict me. I don't let anything about myself escape to you, so everytime you think you've got my figured out, I do something different. And you don't like that." The last phrase punched him like a physical blow. Having said this, and recieved the saticfaction of speechlessness (a rare occurance with James Potter), she continued up to the castle.

And James was still speechless.

"You realize she's right, don't you?" James jumpes; he'd forgotton Sirius was there. Moreover, Sirius sounded actually serious, which was quite unlike him. "I haven't been you're best friend for four years without picking up a few things." He chuckled, and returned to his usual self. "She's almost got you figured out. Except for one small detail."

"And what's that?" James was still too shocked to give a reply other than the blantly obvious; he did manage to add a little growl in his voice, though. But Sirius just smiled.

"Prongs, I am going to have so much fun with this," he told his friend, smiling mischieviously in the darkness. "I never thought I would see this day." And he laughed, neither maliciously nor sarcastically, but out of pure, well founded amusement at the whole situation. "Never thought this day would come."

I tried to make it longer that time, if you've ever seen the princess bride; lets just say I got a bit carried away with that middle scene, and it seemed to fit. Anyhow, r/r please, thank you so much for reviewing the other one, and tell me if u like this font better. I really didn't mean for the last one to be so big!