Disclaimer: Sure, I own Harry Potter. I am also God. Hehe... if I was God, the world would look different.

1. I would have taken away all of the anger in the world, and all mobbing. People who destroy other people's lives should be dead.

2. A certain person would have asked me out long ago.

3. I would get 500 reviews for this chapter.

4. My best friend would not have left me here and gone to Italy for five damn weeks!

5. The sixth book would be finished by now. (Write write write JK!)

Author's Note: Hi folks, now I'm back and with a new, long, nice chappie =)

Review-thank yous:

Aly DragonChild – If you find a Chocolate Frog, you give it to me =) I forgot words? In that case, sorry. Or maybe it is because my grammar isn't entirely perfect. Or something.

Angel of Slytherin – I surely would fall for him too. James isn't as mean as it sounds, notice that Lily isn't that nice to him as well. Also, he was true.

Thanks also to EvilSlayer, Goth Princess, sunni07 and Viviblack

Chapter 5 – This Wasn't Supposed to Happen!

Although Lily calmed down after a while, she absolutely refused to be in the same room as James, or any of his friends. Hermione assumed that she was embarrassed, and pointed out several times that perhaps Lily could apologize, but she absolutely refused to.

Lily tried to spend as much time as possible away from the Head Boy and Girl common room, and the two girls, who soon had became very close friends, spent much time in the library. They were mostly working on a History of Magic project, which the class were doing in pairs.

However, although they worked together, they had split the amount of work up, so that they worked independently. It was Wednesday, after dinner, and Hermione was sitting alone in the Gryffindor common room, working on a part of the report.

She was looking for a specific piece of information, and looked through all of the three books she had – but without any results, and that was really annoying her, especially since she could have sworn that she had read it somewhere. She all of a sudden realized that it probably was in one of Lily's book – Lily read a lot and had a lot of extra-books that wasn't necessary for the classes. Hermione'd have to go and talk to Lily, then.

First of all, she went to check the library. When having done so, and made sure that she really wasn't there, she set of to the Head Boy and Girl rooms. She had been there before, so she knew the way. Although she wouldn't have expected Lily to be there, especially not since she still was avoiding James.

"Password?" the knight on the portrait asked.

"Er... but you know, I'm Lily's friend, you can let me in."

"Password?"

"Please!"

"Password?

What was the password? She should know, she had heard Lily say it, but it was just gone from her memory. God, that's annoying.

"Can I help you?"

She span around and came face to face with James Potter, who obviously had been watching her for a little while.

"I'm looking for Lily," she said.

James stepped forward so that he was in front of the portrait.

"Quaffle Passing," he said.

That was it! How could she have forgotten that?

The portrait swung open and James entered through the hole. Hermione followed, and the portrait closed behind her.

"Lily?" James shouted. "Are you here?"

No answer.

"I won't bite you, I swear," he shouted. "Alyssa is here to see you."

Still no answer.

"Obviously not," James said and fell down onto one of the two red couches that were seated opposite each other in front of the fireplace.

"Thanks anyway," Hermione said and started walking towards the exit, but found the portrait being empty. "Hey! Where did he go?"

James shrugged. "He can be anywhere from the Divination tower down to the dungeons."

"Then how am I going to get out?!"

"Through the window?"

She glared at him.

"Ha, ha, ha. Very funny, especially since we're on the fourth floor."

"You can fly down on a broom," he said seriously, but she could still hear on his voice that he was joking.

"Thanks for the idea, but... I'm not much for flying."

"Then you'll have to stay, I guess. Have a seat."

She sat down on the other couch. Her way of sitting on a couch was very different from his. She sat neatly on the edge, not even leaning back. James was half-lying, his feet resting on the opposite end of the couch.

"So you don't like flying?" James said, obviously trying to make a conversation.

"No," she said. "No, I have never really understood what's so great about flying."

"It's beautiful," he said. "I'd take you out."

She felt her cheeks go hot and knew that she was blushing. Why was she blushing?

"Thanks for the offer, but no thanks."

His grinned widely.

"Why not? You're not a coward, are you?" he said, teasingly.

"Of course not!" she snapped. "But we're stuck in here, and I still don't feel for jumping out through the window."

"If I got us out of here, then would you come with me?"

She hesitated.

"I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be brave," he said with a sigh.

"Of course I'd come with you!" she announced, not liking him questioning her Gryffindorness.

"Promise?"

She sighed. "Yeah, sure."

He smiled mischievously before rising from the couch and walking up to a painting that was suited on the wall beside the fireplace. A closer look on the painting told Hermione that the knight had gone just there.

"Hey," James said. "Get back, we want to get out."

"Certainly!" the knight said and immediately jumped back onto his own painting. Five seconds later, he had also swung open.

"You know he was there all the time!" Hermione said.

"Of course," he said and grinned even more widely. "You're not breaking your promise, are you?"

She hesitated. She knew that he wouldn't let her get away with it. And she certainly did not like being called a coward.

"I never break promises," she said.

"Meet me at the quidditch field in fifteen minutes."

Exactly fifteen minutes later, Hermione was walking slowly out the big entrance and towards the quidditch field while the sun was sinking lower and lower. It wasn't totally dark, but it was getting darker. She was dragging her feet behind her, dreading what was about to happen.

She could see a shadowy figure sitting on the grass in the edge of the field. Coming closer, he stood up and she could see that it was James.

"I thought you'd backed out," he said.

"I never back out," she said, sounding way more assure of herself than she really was.

He swung his leg over his broomstick so that he was straddling.

"You sit behind me," he instructed her.

Before she had time to change her mind, she had suited herself behind James on his broom and slid her arms around his waist, and James had kicked away from the ground. Hermione did not like the feeling of the safe ground disappearing beneath her feet, and held on to James like that was the difference between life and death – and maybe it was.

He raised, high up in the air, and when Hermione finally had gathered courage enough to look down, the view amazed her, even though she was a little scared of heights. Hogwarts was beautiful in sunset, and the clouds were all pink coloured by the sinking sun, although its beams still warmed the air up.

"It's beautiful," she whispered in James' ear.

He dived a little further down – a little to fast, or at least that was Hermione's stomach's opinion, since it felt like it had been left several metres higher.

"No acrobatics!" she shouted.

"Good idea!" he shouted back and raised the broom again to do a loop.

The loop was followed by another one, and yet one, all of them with James grinning widely and enjoying it all, while Hermione was screaming with fear. Finally, he seemed to get enough, so he started to dive again – gently this time. Hermione, who had closed her eyes in the first loop, got the courage to open them again, and during the slow dive, she actually enjoyed herself. She liked the breeze in her hair, she liked the beautiful view and she even enjoyed having her arms tightly wrapped around James, even though she didn't want to admit the last-mentioned thing to herself. After all, he was the father of her best friend!

Although she had enjoyed the end of the tour, she immediately felt better and more safe when her feet touched ground, and she almost threw herself off the broom.

"That was not funny!" she said, accusingly.

"What?" he said, innocently.

"The looping-thing!"

"But it was beautiful, wasn't it?" he said, obviously trying to change the subject.

"It was," she admitted, dreamily.

He got off the broom as well, and they stood barely inches away.

"I had a good time," he said.

God, he sounded so honest.

"Me too," she said. "I guess it wasn't as horrible as I had expected."

"What do you mean, the broom ride, the view or me?"

Hermione blushed again. How come he could always make her blush? God, that's irritating.

"All of it, I guess," she said to the ground.

But as she felt his burning gaze in her upper head, she looked up and met his eye. They were really hypnotizing... she felt like the whole world around them just wasn't existing anymore, until a breeze came, blowing some hairs from his messy forelock in front of his eyes, breaking the magic moment again.

James blushed slightly when they were both dragged back to reality, and pulled his hand through his already messy hair, messing it up even worse if it would have been possible. James blushing – he never blushed, he was never embarrassed.

Then, in the exact same moment, they both leaned forward, towards each other, their lips touching gently for a second or two before they pulled back again.

Hermione had never expected kissing James Potter would be like that – not after what she had heard. He was a marauder, flirting wildly, always getting into trouble. She had imagined that kissing him would be hot, passionate, well anything but shy and so very gentle.

But now she was blushing furiously while he was watching her closely.

"It's late, I'd go," she said.

"I'll follow you to the castle."

"That's not necessary," she said quickly. There'd only be an uncomfortable silence, and she really did not need that right now. "I'll find the way. See you tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow," he said, somehow confused by her abrupt mood-changes.

She walked at a high speed up to the castle and towards the Gryffindor common room. I didn't do that, I didn't do that, I didn't do that! She would forget everything about this evening, and tomorrow she was going to double her efforts to get Lily and James together. Then everyone would be happy...

Or would they really? Was it better that way?

She would not be happy, that's for sure. But she wouldn't be happy knowing that she had prevented Harry, aka the-only-one-who-would-be-able-to-defeat- the-Dark-Lord's birth.

She lay awake late that night, sighing and turning herself around in the bed – how come it felt so uncomfortable all sudden?

She sighed once more, but quiet so she wouldn't wake any of the other girls up. This wasn't supposed to happen.

Author's note: A little longer, at least, and I hope you liked it.

Reviews are welcome and don't be afraid to criticize me cause I don't bite,

Megafreak