Title: Even If I Said No? (Have you figured out why it's the title??)
Slash: James/Lily (*Sigh* How beautiful...)
Rating: PG-13 (Language, possible sexual situations. Don't put your nose too close to the computer screen.)
Genre: Romance/General (*sings* How ro-man-tic...)
Summary: J/L hate/love fic! *squeals* YAY!
Disclaimer: Hi, my name is JKR and I invented Harry Potter. Yeah, in my own little fantasy world where white chocolate unicorns roam and gnomes get slaughtered by Lenore. O_o
Author's Note: Chapter two. Thanks for reviews. This next day is Tuesday. This meant different things for different people. For Remus, James and Peter, it meant finding dates. Remus figured Magenta would go with him and Peter would ask out Elise Tubman. James was caught between two girls, Trudy Fox and Delilah Freeman, both super-model proportionate girls whose biggest word in their vocabulary was 'grapefruit'. For Lily, it meant perfecting her act for the Christmas Ball gig. She didn't need a date. She was the entertainment, nothing else. For Traycee, it meant taking up the nerve to ask out Sirius. For Poezee, it meant getting as far as she could with Lucius. For Sirius, it meant getting as far as he could with Narcissa. Ooo, let's read and SEE!
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CHAPTER TWO: Suspicious Antics
"Malfoy?" Gasped Lily. Her pick dropped to the floor. How the heck did he get in the Gryffindor House?
"Afternoon, Evans." Lucius nodded. It looked painful for him to act civil. He turned to Poezee, who blushed, her light brown hair falling over her face. "Shall we?"
"Hey, Luc." Poezee handed the sheet music to Lily absentmindedly and kissed Lucius, making Lily and Traycee's jaws drop. Poezee waved good-bye with a nervous smile. Lucius grabbed her hand and they turned out of the room. Lily and Traycee looked at each other, still in shock.
"Oh. My. God." Traycee said, her jaw still hanging. "Isn't he going out with Pyre?" She pointed toward the door with her thumb.
"I thought so to," Lily said, picking up her pick from the floor. She was sitting on her bunk bed that she shared with Poezee. "They haven't been sitting near each other for a while, though, but I never thought that Malfoy would go out with a Gryffindor. Isn't that against the Invisible Rule Book of Sick Retarded Slytherins?"
Traycee laughed. She stood on the chair from of the vanity and dug in her knapsack, looking for the magical microphone. "I wonder why she didn't tell us."
Lily raised an eye brow. "Think about it. All Gryffindors, besides her apparently, hate the Slytherins. If she had told us we would have lost it."
"True, true." Traycee agreed. She shook her head and flipped on her magical microphone. "Ah one, ah two, ah one two three four!"
Lily put her pick to the strings and played a rock song:
He ain't one-a those guys
Who leave their underwear on the floor
He ain't one-a those people
Who just walk out the do-o-or,
Oh no...
*
"Three days..." Lily said, over a Transfig essay ("Explain Why Turning Animals Into Furniture Would Be Useful") and worried about Enchant's performance. Traycee had fallen asleep over making a Momentum Mixture. This was her fourth day of no sleep because of all the homework she had to complete, and they had run out of coffee. Poezee was sitting next to Lily, her quill rapidly scribbling instructions on how to make a Love Potion.
"Lil, we have achieved perfection. No surprises there, huh?" Poezee didn't look up, but smiled weakly. She was close to passing out. She had an essay to finish and Arithmancy charts to complete, and this was her second day of no sleep. The Professors of Hogwarts had gone on a crazy overdrive this winter with homework. Many thought it was because the professors couldn't attend the Christmas Ball upon Dumbledore's order.
"Speaking of surprises, Poezee Marie Patil," Lily said, a grim look upon her face. Poezee looked up and gave Lily a quizzical look. Lily rolled her eyes. She wasn't tired, and in fact was the only one out of the three with a normal sleeping schedule. "Malfoy. Where did he come from?"
"He's rich and good looking." Poezee said, and blushed as she looked back to her paper. "He was running and he wasn't paying attention and just... rammed into me I guess."
"Romantic." Lily said sarcastically, and punctuated the last sentence on her essay. "There, it's done. I'm all caught up. I'll finish the Love Potion on Potions tomorrow." Poezee seemed to think that Lily was judging her, because she went on.
"I mean," Poezee said, putting down her quill and put the finished assignment in her book bag. "He was heartbroken. Pyre broke up with him because this other girl was getting flirty with him. What a wench!"
"Okay, moving onward!" Lily said loudly. Poezee nodded to the subject change.
"So who're you taking to the Ball?"
Lily opened her mouth, but closed it. Then she repeated, "Okay, moving onward!"
*
"Five... four... three... two... one..." Sirius whispered into James's ear. Immediately after he said 'one', a BOOM came from their left and the best friends broke out into a fit of laughter. You'd think that blowing up a girl's toilet was way out of their league, but it wasn't *exactly* a girl's toilet-- it was a toilet Peter was using in the girl's bathroom. They had convinced Peter to transform and go scare a girl... and they tricked him. James and Sirius were restless from so much homework.
Peter came out, smelling disgusting from a dungbomb, and covered in... well, dung. "You guys..." He whined. "That was mean!"
Sirius was laughing so hard he was tearing. James said between bouts of laughter, "You-- You'd better," He took a deep breath, "You'd better take a bath!" Then James and Sirius walked to the Gryffindor Common Room.
Peter started to laugh at himself. "Heh.. that's funny. Hey! Hey guys, wait up!"
"Take a shower in the Quidditch locker rooms first!" James said, walking backwards to yell to Peter.
"Okay! Will do!" Peter ran in the opposite direction, leaving James and Sirius highly amused.
"Oh man!" Sirius sighed. "He is so gullible."
"He's a nice guy, though." James said with a shrug. "It seems he'd do anything for us, eh?"
"Or popularity." Sirius grinned. James gave him a high five as they approached the Fat Lady.
"Oh James, hello!" She smiled. James gave her a salute.
"What's the latest gossip, Lady Daphne?" James had gotten her to tell him her real name in second year, when he had done her a favor of wiping wine off her canvas before it stained.
"Oh, it's about the Christmas Ball!" The Fat Lady said excitedly. "I heard that Lily Evans is playing with her band as the entertainment for the Ball!"
"Really?" James raised his eye brows.
"And Poezee Patil? She's dating Lucius Malfoy!"
"Yechh!" James stuck out his tongue. "How vile! That's just wrong.
Sirius went pink.
"Tell me about it," The Fat Lady rolled her eyes. "That's against school spirit. Password?"
"Pixie muffin," James gave her another salute as she swung open. "Thanks, Lady Daphne."
"Oh, anytime, James."
James and Sirius walked into the scarlet room and saw that is was full. It was a break that everyone usually got after their fifth class, right before lunch. James stuck his hands in his pockets as he walked passed Lily and her friends. Traycee was drooling onto her cauldron that was sitting at the table, which's fire had gone out. Lily had a quill scrawling across a piece of parchment and Poezee was no different. James decided to confront Poezee.
"Hey, Poe. What's with dating Satan?" He taunted, leaning on the couch over her shoulder. Poezee laughed and hit him on the head with an empty ink bottle. "Ow!"
"He's not Satan. Luc is actually really sweet." Poezee said defensively.
"No, he's actually not." Sirius said. James looked at him strangely. "He's a player."
"Pyre is a player, Sirius! Not Luc!" Poezee said as she turned around, glaring at Sirius. His shoulder lengthed hair was tied back into a ponytail and he glared right back.
"He was flirting with a floozy while dating..."
"You're got it wrong. The girl was flirting with Luc and that skank took it the wrong way!"
"Whatever!" Sirius said angrily. James and Lily exchanged confused looks. Sirius stomped up the stairs to the boy's dorms and Poezee let out a teenage growl.
"Some people aren't telling their friends things." James told Lily. Lily nodded.
"Why don't you go worm it out of him, eh?" Lily said, turning back to her work.
James nodded and ran up the stairs after Padfoot. It was a long run, because they lived at the middle of the tall tower that was the boy's dorms. When James finally made it, Sirius was rooting through his book bag. He took out a piece of parchment and sat down, reading it with a grin on his face.
"And what was that about?" James said, leaning against the door frame with his hands in his pockets. Sirius jumped at the sound of his voice and quickly tucked the parchment under his pillow and stood up, mimicking James's position by leaning on the bed post.
"Nothing, dear James. Nothing."
James walked slowly up to Sirius and furrowed his eye brows. "Best friends tell." James then lifted his eye brows. "Who's Pyre?"
"No one you know." Sirius said hastily. He began to root through his book bag again.
"It sounds really familiar." James thought hard. He heard that name before.
"No it doesn't..." Sirius said in a irritated singsong voice. He was still busy rummaging in his book bag. James wondered what he was looking for.
"It does." James said, and he shook a taunting finger at Sirius. "I can ask people, you know, and find out."
"No!" Sirius said, grabbing a two-inch wide and tall shimmering package. It was circular and had a instructional on the back on how 'to put it on'. Sirius read the instructional and then walked over to his wardrobe. He began to dig through a drawer. James coughed and laughed, lifting his eye brows again.
"Is that what I think it is?" He said, walking closer.
Sirius's face went red and he nodded, not turning around and not stopping his going through his drawer. "I met this really, really hot girl. But I can't tell you who."
"Why?" James frowned. Sirius usually flaunted the fact that he was going to score.
"Because then you'd get angry and hate me forever." Sirius found what he was looking for. It was the robes he was wearing for the Christmas Ball. James once again laughed.
"It's for the Christmas Ball? Now you have to tell me!" The Christmas Ball was dubbed the most romantic night of the year. More romantic that the Valentine's Day Dance. If Sirius was going to snog and more with a girl, James would have thought he would have told every guy in the world by now.
"I can't." Sirius said helplessly. "You'll find out on the night of the dance, I promise."
James shook his head. "This is weird. You're not telling me a secret!"
"You sound like Traycee." Sirius rolled his eyes. Lily wasn't one to share secrets, even to Traycee, so naturally Traycee whined her way. "I can't stand that little girl."
"I'll admit Traycee is a bit of a baby. But her friend Poezee is a tamale." James grinned.
"She has the roundest waist," Sirius said dreamily, getting a drink from the water fountain in the room.
"And the hugest bazongas." James nodded.
From outside the door, a girl backed up from the crack in it and giggled. "How so like men, to forget about one thing and dip right into girls." She said to herself.
This girl's name was Bertha Jorkins, the queen of gossip and ruining days for 1002 different people and counting. She had the brain of a gnat and the figure of a baby hippopotamus, thick glasses and a high, annoying voice. She had the hugest crush on James Potter since fourth year, but was shy around him. Bertha had only one friend, Traycee McNeal.
Oblivious to this girl listening in to their discussion, James and Sirius has engaged into a conversation about what girls they liked.
"I want to ask out Trudy Fox." James told Sirius.
Padfoot shook his head. "Going with Gregory Lockhart."
"Then that leaves Delilah Freeman." James said, slapping his knees.
"Oh man," Sirius nodded. "She's like a stripper waiting to happen."
"I hope she does," James and Sirius laughed and gave each other a high five.
"How about Ani Chang?" James's eye widened and he pointed at Sirius. "You had the crush on her in fifth year, didn't you?"
"I wouldn't mind giving her a snog, either." Sirius said. "Her twin brother, Yow, is like a body builder. If I go near her, he'll kill me."
Bertha took out her note pad and began to record. She didn't want to miss anything.
"What about Lily Evans?" Sirius said raising his eye brows. "You pick on her all the time."
"So? She's a prat." James said with spite in his voice. "She's a bitch. Evans is so involved in music it's all she ever does."
"She doesn't have a date."
"I'd rather date my owl, Gwendolyn." James said. He looked at the wall clock above the water fountain. "Well, it's almost lunch, we'd better go."
"C'mon, Prongs."
"C'mon, Padfoot."
Bertha, being an expert at hiding when someone was approaching, dove to the other side of the door where it opened, covering her while they exited. She covered her mouth so they wouldn't hear her breathing, and when she couldn't hear their footsteps anymore, she stood up and brushed herself off.
"This is some of the best dirt I've ever gotten!"
*
"I wanted to be like you/I wanted everything.../so I tried to be like you/And I was swept away..."
"Good, Traycee!" Lily smiled, and lightly slapped her guitar strings to stop the sound they were making, to cut the song. Traycee bit her lip.
"I sound like a country singer with a lisp and a cold."
Poezee laughed. "I've never heard that one before!" Traycee stuck her tongue out at Poezee. Then Poezee looked at Lily. "I think you should take up the saxophone."
"It has too many keys for me." Lily said, putting away her guitar pick by inserting it into her left back pocket. "It's like a flute."
Traycee shook her head. "A flute is harder to play."
"They're both hard."
Poezee smiled and patted Lily's shoulder. "My dad says that we both have the lung power and ambition for the sax! The sax is a cool instrument."
"It is, but I just don't want to play something that complicated."
"The guitar is way more--" Traycee started, but was interrupted by a harsh rasping on the door. Traycee hopped up and opened it, Lily and Poezee's eyes following her. The door swung open to reveal the hated Bertha Jorkins, who seemed too excited. That meant that she had good gossip, and made Lily and Poezee very nervous in case it might be about them.
"Oh my word, I have the best." Bertha jumped up and down. Lily and Poezee exchanged nervous glances. "From Sirius and James."
Traycee jumped up and down three times before saying, "Anything about me?"
"Er," Bertha shook her head, "No.."
"Oh. Damn." Traycee snapped her fingers. "Well, what'd they say? Anything interesting?"
"Duh, it's total guy talk."
"I think I'm gonna be sick," Lily said, rolling her eyes. Poezee laughed and both Bertha and Traycee glared at them. Bertha took out her notepad and read from it, obviously spiking it up a bit.
"And I quote, 'Lily's friend Poezee is a hot, sexy tamale'. James said that!"
Poezee blushed. "Why are they talking about me, of all people?" Bertha continued.
"Then Black said, 'She has the roundest, juiciest waist'. Sorry, Trace."
Traycee's face fell. "He thinks Poezee is cute?"
Poezee smacked her forehead. "The next time we go to Hogsmeade, I'm eating a lot of Cauldron Cakes." Lily laughed.
"Then James said, 'And the hugest, roundest bazongas.'"
Traycee shook her head. "Men. Anything else?"
Bertha smirked at Lily. "Nope!"
Lily's eyes narrowed at Bertha. She wasn't telling the whole thing. She was obviously hiding something, because she was still too perky.
"Well, I got to run. I heard that..." Bertha started.
"For the sake of Pete, just go!" Lily shouted.
Bertha smirked at her again before leaving and shutting the door. Traycee glared at Lily.
"I know you don't fancy her too much, but could you cool it? She's my best friend."
"What?" Lily said, stunned. "Aren't I your best friend?" Lily said, pointing to herself.
"I can have two," Traycee said with a shrug.
"No, no you can't." Lily carefully placed her guitar on her bed, and stood up to face Traycee. "Because then you wouldn't have a best friend, you'd have two good friends. You can't have two of a best thing!"
"I can if I want!" Traycee shouted. "Bertha is really nice and I don't care if you like her or not!"
"You should, because friends care!" Lily shouted back. "You are just dumb!"
"Whatever!" Traycee said. "What about Poezee, huh? Isn't she your best friend?"
"No, you are! Or should I say, were!"
"Fine with me! I have Bertha!"
"Bertha is a brat!"
Traycee pointed her finger threateningly at Lily. "Tell me this," She said. "Can you tell me her eye color?"
"Why the hell are you asking me that?" Lily said. It seemed very, very irrelevant.
"See? You don't even know her!"
"I have to know her eye color to know her? That's stupid."
Traycee didn't answer. She was defeated. "I'm leaving."
"Yeah. You're embarrassed because you're wrong so you leave." Lily smirked. Traycee tutted and left, slamming the door behind her.
Poezee raised an eye brow. "Where's that come from?"
"I can't believe it." Lily shook her head. "I thought I was her best friend, not that stool pigeon."
"That can't be the real reason."
Lily shrugged and put her guitar around her. "I guess stress was building up and I blew up on her. Funny thing is, I don't feel guilty, and I still don't over the decision to find a new vocal."
Poezee gasped. "No!"
"Sorry, Poezee."
Poezee grinned. "You misunderstand. I can't stand Traycee, I just never said because I didn't want to hurt your feelings."
Lily grinned and hugged Poezee. "I think you've been my best friend all along."
Poezee smiled. "You know, you should be the vocal."
"Me?"
"You."
Lily shrugged thoughtfully. "Maybe. Let's play 'The World Is My Oyster'." She put her pick to the guitar's strings and began to play and sing a song she made up with Poezee. Poezee practiced on three tambourines that didn't have the little cymbals on them.
'Under the sea of romance
In a dazzling world of love
There's a huge clam
With a pearl inside...'
*
"Hey, Magenta!"
Magenta turned around and blushed. "Hey, Remus, what's up?"
"Nothing much." Remus walked up to his crush. Magenta had dyed her hair magenta last year, and it suited her. She had soft hazel eyes and naturally red lips. Remus looked up at the bewitched sky of the Great Hall. It was lunch time, and it was only by luck that Remus saw Magenta about to leave. "Beautiful day. The snow is just perfect. Wouldn't you say?"
Magenta looked up at the sky. "I love snow. Winter is my favorite season. It really is a perfect day out, isn't it?"
"Know what else is perfect?" Remus smiled and looked into Magenta's hazel eyes with his brown ones. His strawberry blonde jaw-lengthed hair fell over his face as he did so.
"What?" She said, smiling back.
"You, Miss Brown."
Magenta stepped closer and kissed Remus's cheek. "Thank you, Remus."
Remus kissed Magenta on the lips and said, "Give me the pleasure and honor of taking you to the Christmas Ball."
"The most romantic time of the year, I heard." Magenta said, fluttering her eye lashes. "Of course you may take me." Many people in the Great Hall applauded before going back to their meals.
From the Gryffindor Table, Peter, James and Sirius were watching. "Lucky dog," Sirius said, sipping his pumpkin juice.
"Well, that's one down and two to go." James said.
"Two? What about me?" Peter asked.
"No offense, buddy, but..."
"Nevermind, three girls gave me this lecture already."
*
Later that evening, Lily tied her hair back into a pony tail. Her thin, straight strawberry hair was her second favorite feature of herself, her first being her eyes. She was the only one in her family to have these, bright green eyes that seemed to make their own special light. She smiled into the vanity mirror, because a new love song had sprung into her mind. She put on her slippers, pulled up her underwear a bit and slipped out of the room. It was nearly midnight.
Carrying her guitar down by the neck, Lily whistled 'Everywhere' by Michelle Branch. She slumped down into the couch with a smile on her face. From her back pocket, she not only brought out her pick but a roll of parchment. She grabbed a quill too, and a bottle of ink.
"Okay, she said to herself. "What rhymes with 'corny jokes and pure heart'?"
In an unexpected reply in a male voice said, "Horny pokes and sure fart, of course."
"James, what the hell are you doing here?" Lily said, turning around to look at the messy-haired boy. He was grinning and held a piece of paper in his hand.
"I wrote a song for you."
"A song." Lily said, repeating it as if he uttered a swear word. "For me."
"Yup." James shrugged and gave it to her. She read it over and laughed.
"'If you loved me you'd roll my socks, if you loved me you'd make my bed, if you loved me you'd tell me I rock, that's all my man says'?"
"You're into guy bashing, aren't you?" James said, grinning, and sitting next to her. He leaned over, his elbows resting on his knees and his fingers laced together. He was waiting for Lily's rating.
Lily took her quill, crossed something out and wrote something above it. She handed it back to James and looked at him with a smile.
The song now read, 'If you loved me you'd roll my socks, if you loved me you'd make my bed, if you loved me you'd tell me I rock, that's all James says'.
James tutted. "You're mean!"
"It's an art. Don't expect to understand." Lily licked her lips and began to play another nursery rhyme on her guitar.
James nodded. Then after about 30 seconds of silence he said, "Why don't you like me?"
"I can't remember anymore, if you want the truth." Lily said casually.
"Neither can I." James agreed.
"No, wait. You put a Booger Bean in my pumpkin juice in first year." Lily pointed at James.
"You're still mad about that?" James raised an eye brow.
"You would be too if you were drinking and swallowed a big ball of snot."
James laughed and Lily threw a pillow at him. James threw up his arms and caught the pillow, tossing his aside. He leaned back and put his arms behind his head. "Truce?"
Lily looked at him curiously. He was in a white T-shirt and flannel blue-checkered boxers. His circle glasses were on top of his head and his hair was out on all directions, as always. It was sort of sexy.
"Is this a dare?" Lily narrowed her eyes.
"No, this was totally my idea."
Lily shrugged and stuck out her hand. "Truce."
James took it and shook it. James looked into the fire and Lily played random notes on her guitar. They were quiet for a time. Then Lily looked at James and said. "You play any instruments?"
"Good lord, no." James chuckled. "My finger-eye coordination is shit."
"No one in the whole entire world has that handicap." Lily laughed.
"What, you took a survey?"
Lily smiled and took off her guitar and put it around James. "Try it."
James lifted his eye brows and lowered his hands. "I thought you said if I ever touched your guitar again you'd kill me, Granny Smith."
"Call me that ever again and you WILL die, Prongs."
*
"You what?" Poezee gasped. "You let James H. Potter touch your prized guitar?"
"It was a weak moment." Lily said. "I'm surprised at myself, too."
"Why?"
"I dunno, I think I still don't like him."
"No, no-- why did you let him touch your guitar?"
"Well..." Lily shrugged. "I suppose because I was delirious and tired. I could have done anything, it was nearly midnight."
"Whatever. You've been acting funny lately."
*
"Okay, roll call." Remus said. "Moony."
"Wormtail!"
"Padfoot!"
"Prongs."
"Cool, we are all here." Remus licked his lips as he turned toward the globe. It was a key to opening a door. The globe was located at the end of a book shelf in the library, and the shelf it was on was the door.
"Duh." Sirius rolled his eyes.
"Okay, it was Africa, North America, Asia then Europe?"
"You forgot Australia, it comes before Asia." Peter said, pointing on the globe.
"Oh and Antarctica, after Europe." James said, pointing.
"Thank you," Remus turned the globe like a locker combination from under the Invisibility Cloak James's family passed down from generation to generation.
"Pete, what does the Map say?" James said quickly.
"Flitch is in his office and all the teachers are asleep." Peter gave the thumbs up. His sandy blonde hair that came to his temple was blue, due to a trick that Remus and Sirius pulled for Peter getting them into trouble by accident.
The door opened and it led them to Camp Swallywolly, or MWPP's hideout. They called it Camp Swallywolly not only for their amusement, but also so they could talk about it in public without people thinking it was a real place. It was a mahogany circular room, with a bubbling cauldron in the middle, and bookshelves full of books stolen from the Restricted Section of the library. There were trapdoors in the floor holding instructions, pranks, tricks and spells-in-a-jar from the past. There was also several pieces of furniture that was made by Remus' powerful Duplicate Spell, his specialty.
MWPP treated each plan like a world wide matter. "Okay, team. We have three Ops to plan, coordinate and complete before the Ball. We have three days," Moony said, holding up three fingers. The four friends sat down in the chairs and listened to Moony. "Three days. That's not much time, so we will need to hurry. Wormtail, will you introduce the first Op?"
Wormtail took out a roll of parchment from his book bag and read from it, "Operation Birth of the Jork."
"Ah, my plan!" Padfoot grinned. "The plan in which we get Bertha Jorkins back for telling McGonagall it was us who put the black widow on her cat for trying to eat Wormtail?"
"It nearly got me, too!" Wormtail said grimly. "Stupid black Satan."
"Now as we all know, the Jork isn't just part of Jorkins's last name. It is also a pesky breed of pixie. Now, these little blighters aren't like your average pixie."
"What's the difference?" Prongs asked curiously, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.
"Jorks, conveniently, set fire to things, gossip, and play pranks nonstop."
"So it's a scary mix between Jorkins and us?" Padfoot laughed.
"Only we don't set fires, unless one of you isn't telling us something." Prongs and Sirius laughed along with Wormtail and Moony.
"Okay, I believe Prongs got it from Skowl's private stores last Thursday." Moony said, reading that bit of information off a piece of parchment. Prongs took out a jar from his book bag. The jar, which's top had holes popped into it and bits of sweets to feed the Jork Pixie, was the Jork Pixie itself. It was a neon orange with bluebell hair and transparent wings. He looked angry.
"Great! That Op will be taken out tomorrow. Finally, a plan on schedule." Moony smiled and checked it off his list. "Wormtail, second Op?"
Wormtail nodded and said, "Operation Tongue Twister Truman." Wormtail smiled his chubby smile. "My plan! I swear, this girl stole Padfoot, Prongs and Moony's underpants."
"Were you a witness?" Prongs raised an eye brow.
"I walked in on it. That's where your silk ones with the hearts went."
Moony, Wormtail and Padfoot raised their eye brows at Prongs.
"It was for when I had sex with a girl," Prongs shrugged. "A trick to make her think I was sensitive."
"Er, moving on." Moony said. "We get her back by Padfoot transforming and opening her underwear drawer, thus tossing them everywhere in the common room. Then, when she sees a pair of underwear, she will only be able to speak in tongue twisters for 24 hours."
"I'm a genius." Wormtail grinned.
"Sometimes." Prongs and Padfoot said that the same time.
"Okay, and Wormtail, what would be the last Op of the week?"
Wormtail sighed and read the last Op. "Prongs' idea. Operation Water Lily."
((A/N- Ooo, a small cliffhanger sort-of-thangy. What is Operation Water Lily? Will Lily ever forgive Traycee? Will Bertha tell anyone about James's and Sirius's conversation? Will Traycee see Bertha for what she really is? Will Lily ever figure out why she let James touch her guitar? Will Petunia ever come into the picture? Why are teachers giving out so much homework? WILL I EVER STOP ASKING QUESTIONS THAT I'M GONNA ANSWER MYSELF? YES! *Ahem* Moving forward. If you review, I will review your review so review. YAY!))
((Oh, what a pretty little box, such a loverly light bluish! I wonder what would happen if you were to press it? Please R/R!!! Reviews fuel up a new chapter!))