A/N- Chapter 3 reloaded! Only minor changes in this… Hope you enjoy!

Lily muttered angrily to herself as she stomped through the hallways in Hogwarts. Being 'lowly' wasn't something she could have taken in stride. In school, the Slytherins mocked her for being a 'lowly Mudblood.' At home, her own sister called her a 'lowly freak.' In Primary School, the cruel kids thought the name 'Lowly Lily' was extremely funny. She hated that word- she hated inferiority. She threw herself into schoolwork sometimes just to prove to herself and others that she was not lowly that she was on the top. But, she thought bitterly, that probably makes me a lowly bookworm.

"Stupid… prat… prick… egotistical… James…" She grumbled to herself as she accidentally stubbed her toe since she couldn't see where she was going as her head was bent. She passed empty classroom after empty classroom, until she grew so weary that she finally went into one to let her anger simmer. Her auburn hair tumbled over her shoulders and looked slightly windswept, and her brilliant emerald eyes were darkened with anger. Footsteps that were heard in the hallways outside signaled her friends. Finally, Ayrah looked into the empty classroom Lily was in and saw the back of Lily's head.

"Lily!" Ayrah said breathlessly. "We were looking for you! Come on Lily, classes are going to start any minute now, if you don't hurry, you'll be late for Charms!" There was a note of urgency in her voice, as she and Lily seemed to be the only seventh years that cared about their schoolwork. She flicked her long black hair back impatiently as anxiety dawned on Lily- it was a Friday, and she was off throwing tantrums over an immature baby! There was work to be done!

Lily jumped up, murderous thoughts of James dispelled for now. "Oh no! My bag is at the tower! Don't wait for me; tell the others to go straight to class too! Oh, and tell Flitwick I might be late!" With that, she rushed by to the Gryffindor Tower, which, (conveniently enough) was across the whole school.

The rest of her friends looked after her and then down at their watches and hurried to Charms.

James had not been in a pleasant mood after breakfast. For one thing, his head still hurt from when after Lily, no not Lily, Evans, had kicked his chair. He rubbed the back of his head, wincing a bit- oh yes, Evans would pay for that one. For another thing, he had been delayed at breakfast because of Evans, and because he had been busy cursing her name for the rest of breakfast. He hadn't brought his bag down because he hadn't counted on ranting over the evils of Evans. Evil Evans… He smiled grimly to himself as he imagined what her reaction would be to his new name for her. His bag was still up in the Gryffindor Tower in the boys' dormitories. He needed his bag too since Flitwick has assigned a particulary long essay that James had been forced to do by candlelight late at night. He couldn't afford to have people seeing him study- he had a reputation to uphold. He smirked slightly as he thought of what other people thought of him as: dashing, intelligent, charming, handsome, noble, gentlemanly, witty… and all of a sudden, Evans's words came back to him, unbidden: '"You are the most egotistical prat I have ever met!"' He scowled. Evans just had to ruin every thing for him didn't she?

Lily hurried into her dorm room nervously checking her watch as she did so. She had exactly two minutes to get to class before she was late. She sprinted up to her bed throwing everything aside as she looked for her schoolbag and her Charms Essay. Finally finding her Charms Essay under Claire's multiple copies of 'Witch Weekly' and 'Enchanting Enchantresses,' Lily proceeded digging through all their junk until at last she found her bag. She hurriedly stuffed her essay in it and ran down the steps to the common room. I'm going to be late! I'm going to be late! I'm going to be late! She chanted to herself in her mind with each step she took.

To say that James was in a hurry was an understatement as he threw all of Sirius's things haphazardly around the room looking for his bag. Remus's neatly folded stack of clothes was not a stack anymore nor folded. Peter's pile of books were scattered throughout the room. Finally, James had the good sense to think straight for one second. Of course! The summoning charm! "Accio bag!" he shouted and grinned in relief as his bag zoomed out from under his bed. Unfortunately he had said the charm with too much zeal and the heavy bag rammed into him, which did not improve his mood any. He scowled at the bag and picked it up, going to the charms classroom at a dead run. This was most definitely not his day because on his way out the portrait hole he had just managed to knock Evans off her feet. He stopped for a moment and stared.

Lily could not believe her eyes. This inconsiderate git had ran out of the common room as if he was being chased by dragons and had the nerve to knock her down and not apologize or help her up! It wasn't as if he was the only person in the world! She was late for charms! "Are you going to stand there gawking or help me up? She asked crankily.

"Oh… um… sorry Evans," he mumbled as he pulled her to her feet. Lily tossed her head and continued in her dignified speed walk, her robes billowing behind her.

James rolled his eyes then remembered- Charms! He sprinted after her.

"What are you doing?" Lily asked acidly as she glanced beside her to see James walking right by her, matching her step by step.

"What do you think? I'm going to Charms!" He said looking straight ahead.

"Since when have you cared about classes?" Lily inquired none too politely as she tried to quicken her step. James matched it. After all, she may have been a quick walker but he was a fit Quidditch player.

"In case you haven't noticed, Evans," James said spitting her name out. "I happen to care about classes. Unlike you, my life just doesn't revolve around them."

Lily stopped for two reasons. She was in front of the Charms classroom. The second reason was because she was about to blow a gasket. The remark was just too much for her. She blocked the doorway and poked her finger into James's chest.

"Potter, you are an insufferable, hypocritical git who just doesn't know when too far is too far," she whispered fiercely and turned on her heel to stalk into the classroom barely on time. James stared at her in disbelief – was it just him or had he detected a note of hurt in that?

He walked into the classroom to hear Flitwick's squeaky voice saying, "Late Mr. Potter!" Then, he concluded that it had to have been the worse day possible for him as he found that his regular seat by Sirius was taken by Sirius's new girlfriend and the only seat available was by Evans.

Lily shot him a look radiating disgust as she moved her bag to the other side of her chair and moved her desk a bit closer to Ayrah.

James was very relieved when it was time for Quidditch practice. None of his other classes had been much better today. On top of that, his annoying fanclub had thought today to be the perfect day to stalk him, which only added to his distress. Quidditch was something that came naturally and was always a joy to do. Plus, Evans wasn't on the team. Where was Sirius though?

The person in question was in the common room whispering conspiratedly with Remus, Peter, Ayrah, and Claire.

"We HAVE to get them to like each other! Well, to admit to like each other. It's OBVIOUS that they already like each other!" Sirius said.

"You're on crack Sirius! Lily and James HATE each other!" Claire contradicted rolling her eyes.

"Well, if we get them to like each other, they'll stop having these ridiculous fights!" Remus said thoughtfully.

"That true… I really am getting sick of it," Ayrah said thoughtfully.

"I think it's a great idea! But both Lily and James are really smart. They'll be able to see through this very soon," Peter said worriedly. It was true. Lily and James would figure it out and then they would have an absolute cow at their friends.

"We'll just blame it all on Sirius if they do find out," Remus said.

"Oh thanks," Sirius said sarcastically. "Since you all agree, let me tell you my first plan! I think the old cliché plans will work just fine. If we just lock them together in a closet, it'll work, just like that!" He said, snapping his fingers. "Then, they'll thank us! I need to go to Quidditch practice, I'll talk to you guys later. Ta-ta!" he said loudly causing a couple of people to stare at him strangely as he pranced out the portrait hole.

"Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" Ayrah asked softly.

"It's not just you…" Remus said with apprehension.

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