Chapter 4

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"Miss Evans? You want to be Severus' partner? Alright, I suppose. You both win a hundred points to your

House." Lily stared in horror as James winked at her, grinning.

"Er… Severus. Hello," she said politely.

"Go on you two. Severus, arms around her waist. Lily, hands on his shoulders. Very good, very good. Now…begin."

James watched as the two prefects (namely, his two worst enemies) danced. Lily was a good dancer, he noted

Maybe it was the lack of toe stepping. Or, maybe, he was just really bad at dancing. Maybe she didn't want to dance well around him. Or maybe-

"OOOOWWWW!" Lily suddenly yelped, stirring James from his thoughts.

"Miss Evans?" Lily ignored her professor (for the first time in her life, probably).

"You. Stupid. Slimy. Git. You're. Worse. Than. Potter!"

"Lily Evans!" the professor exclaimed. "Never in my years of teaching have I ever seen such behavior of a

prefect. Well-" McGonagall's eyes lingered once more on James, "Nonetheless, that'll be a detention for such coarse language, and, I should think, sixty points from Gryffindor."

"But- I- but- I didn't-" Lily sputtered. McGonagall held up a hand.

"I don't want to hear it, Miss Evans. The rest of you all, dismissed."

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Lily hurried out of the Hall, and brushed past James quickly, her face flushed. With his stride, it was easy for James to catch up with her.

"You!" Lily shrieked, jabbing a finger at him.

"It's-" jab "-you're-" jab "-bloody-" jab "-fault-" jab "-I'm-" jab "-in-" jab "-this mess!"

James threw his hands up in amusement.

"So," he said casually, "how much worse?"

"Huh?"

"Inside. You said that Snape danced worse than I did. How much worse, would you be so kind to enlighten me with such information?"

"Oh. That," Lily flustered. "Oh, he was, to put it nicely, utterly horrible. To put it truthfully he is an abnormally, abysmally stupid a-" She frowned. "That, Mr. Potter, is beyond all words and characters in the good king's English to describe. The latter is what I intended to say, by the way, not what I began with the alliterations on the letter a."

"You mean, abnormally, abysmally, stupid, and whatever you began to say? Please, continue. I'd like to meet the side of Evans that isn't so quiet and subdued. The one who nearly murdered me back there."

"Oh…" Lily broke off, searching for something to say. "If you ever make me dance with that git, or even place me within five feet of the pathetic excuse for a being when he has dancing shoes, you will see that side of me… and more."

"I'm intrigued."

"Good for you. Now if you'll excuse me, I must pay Madame Pomfrey a visit. I can't feel my feet anymore."