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Note: The first section of this chapter is a little interlude about Snape and his cronies when they woke up in their cabin after the Marauders... "redecorated" it. Enjoy! :)

She Will Be Loved

Chapter Six ll The Changes: Growing Fonder

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Narcissa Black opened her eyes groggily, dimly aware that it was way too early to be up. She yawned and checked her boyfriend's weird "alarm" clock. It was five-forty-one.

Figuring she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, she yawned again and sat up. Then she felt around for her fluffy blue slippers. As soon as she slipped into them, she shrieked and kicked them off. Her feet were covered in something gross, cold and oily.

Narcissa looked inside her slippers and saw... whipped cream.

"Ewww!" she shrieked again, throwing them instinctively. They flew across the cabin and knocked some string that she was sure hadn't been there before. The string snapped and a bowl of ice-cream flipped down from the ceiling, hitting Sandra Eyrit in the face.

Sandra was immediately awake.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed, shooting out of bed.

"Yuck, this is so disgusting!" Narcissa squealed hysterically, trying to run to the bathroom. But on her way she tripped over some more string and set a bottle of honey squirting right into her face.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" she shrieked again, falling flat on her face.

"Narcissa? Is that you?" asked her boyfriend, Lucius Malfoy, sleepily, trying to open his eyes.

"What in the hell is going on?" Alex Bulstrode demanded furiously, getting out of bed. He stood up, took a step, slipped on a bottle of honey and fell on his face.

"Shut up!" Sim Lincon yelled from his bed. He had no idea what was happening, but all the screaming and yelling and swearing was annoying him.

No one paid any heed to him, and continued their clumsiness.

It was pure pandemonium as the girls shrieked and tripped over things, setting off even more things which would hit the boys.

Sim lost his temper and leapt out of bed, "What the hell is--" He swore as he stumbled over an upturned bowl and tripped over his own feet.

"Oh, man, what's all this crap about?" grumbled Leanette Wallis, sliding out of bed with a yawn. Then she shrieked and ducked when a blob of ice-cream came flying at her face, accidentally sent by Narcissa.

"What the hell is happening?" screamed Leanette, scrambling back and knocking into Sandra. Screaming, the girls grabbed onto each other and landed on some string, which triggered another bowl of ice-cream to tumble onto Sim's head.

Yvette Parkinson was still hiding in her bed, as she figured out what was going on and figured it was best if she stayed still and quiet. Severus Snape, on the other hand, was as stupid as the others were, and got out of bed to go yell at everyone.

And of course, he received a squirtful of honey in his face, which made him swear and grab onto his pillow to stop himself from falling. He lost his balance over a long piece of string, smushed a banana and fell flat on his face.

Still swearing, Snape turned over, just in time to see a bowl of ice-cream came falling down onto his face.

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After a dinner of tacos and pasta that night, Lily and James decided to go to bed early so they could plan how to return back to the campsite the next morning.

They had had a fairly civilized day, excluding the fact that they had been yelling at each other all morning, and were tired from being so polite to one another. Grateful that it was finally time for bed, Lily laid her head down on her pillow and fell asleep almost immediately.

James on the other hand stayed up a little longer. He laid on his bed for some time with his hands behind his head. He was pondering over... Lily. He figured out that she was pretty and all, and, given they were in different circumstances, he would go for her.

But... still... she was Lily Evans. She was evil to him. She was plain mean to him. She was a nasty biatch to him.

And recently, she had become all those things to other people as well.

Still... she was definitely a good person to talk to about life ambitions and future goals... she knew what she wanted and she was a smart girl... she was a lot like James in many ways. They both had their future planned and envisioned fantasies of being famous, rich and successful. They both thought ahead in life.

He could never used to hold a conversation with her. They'd just end up bickering. But she was becoming a little more nice to him, so... it couldn't hurt, could it?

And, James thought as he closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep, She certainly is very pretty...

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When Lily woke up the next morning, she found James' bed empty and waaaay too neat to be made up by him. Figuring the beds magically made themselves up, she slid off her comfy mattress and got dressed (the oak wood wardrobe had provided two sets of pyjamas which they found the night before.)

After washing her face, she went downstairs into the kitchen.

She stopped abruptly at all the food on the table.

"Holy crap, you've been talking a lot," Lily said, her eyes widening over the sea of eggs, bacon, sausages, pancakes, fruit...

"I reckon, this has to be the biggest breakfast I've ever seen. Well, let's eat!" James said cheerfully, and Lily wondered how he could be so chirpy so early in the morning.

"After all," he continued through a mouthful of scrambled eggs, "We'll need our energy today."

"Why?" Lily questioned, taking a blueberry pancake and a cup of coffee.

James chewed thoughtfully, then shrugged.

It felt odd, eating breakfast with only James Potter as company, and not even bickering with him. Just communicating like she would with Chelsea, Leonie and Steph...

Lily inwardly sighed as James commented on the waffles. She wished she had smoothed things over with her friends before she wound up stuck in some bloody hut. She really loved and appreciated her friends, although she hadn't really been showing it.

They had all been right. She had been inconsiderate and selfish lately, but it wasn't really her fault... she couldn't help it... if boys and random people she met on the street would just stop telling her that she was pretty...

"Awww... man..." groaned James, clutching at his bloated belly, "That was one beasty breakfast..."

"Okay, now that you've reached your goal of looking like Father Christmas," Lily smiled to let him know she was joking, "We can perhaps start trekking back to camp?"

"If we must."

"Well, we can't really stay here," Lily said sensibly, "I mean, the thought's just insane. Look what it's done to us. We can even converse normally without hexing one another."

"You don't like that?" James asked a bit softly.

Lily looked at him with intense green eyes, "Uhhh... let's just go outside, okay?"

"Whatever."

Once outside, Lily thought hard about what direction they should head off to. What she really needed was a compass. And a map, but the compass was more important.

"Aww, can't we stay?" James whined, pouting. He looked like a small child as he skipped about, observing the different types of flowers. He pulled out a wild pink rose and trotted over to Lily, who was still busy looking up at the sky and trying to figure out what direction she was facing.

"We can't stay here, Potter, we just can't," she was saying through clenched teeth.

"Here, this is for you," James said cheerily, handing her the rose.

"Oh, um, thank you," Lily said awkwardly, a hint of blush growing in her cheeks.

James just smiled and bounded off to continue exploring, "Call me when you figure out your witty plan to help us walk home!"

"Don't wander too far away!" Lily instinctively yelled after him.

James had to grin at that.

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A/N: Looks like James and Lily are growing fonder of each other! :) Hehehehe! I just love the thought of them together. They are so meant-to-be, it's so cute. :) --MSQ.