Disclaimer: All characters and events in this are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. J. K. Rowling owns this world – and most of the characters in it – I probably own what you don't recognise.

AN: Wow that was boring! Oh, and the winners who guessed correctly who's was who's handwriting in the last chapter are:

                                No one! – Because fanfic.net doesn't seem to like any other type of writing except for Verdana… which adds an air of boringness! I'm just frustrated – since I spent all that time debating what type of font I should use for each person.

AN2:   American/British dictionary –

Grassing – tattle-tailing, snitching on someone

Knickers – pants, underwear etc.

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End of last chapter:

I decided to risk it –

 "Miss. Evans!" Hinks' voice thundered from the front, "What are you doing?"

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Part III – In Which There is Much a do About Something

I cringed in my seat, as the attention on the class again turned to me. I could feel my neck heating up, as my hand was still poised over the ink well. My mind had frozen like my hand –

What do I say, what do I say?!

"I'm refilling my quill?" I tried to sound normal and nonchalant about it, but my voice squeaked at the end, completely ruining the façade I had tried to hide behind. A few girls giggled at my embarrassment, causing my face to burn.

"Yes, I realize that," Hinks began in a condescending tone as he swept down the rows of desks, heads turning after him to see what he would do with me, "what I meant was – what's that?" he demanded sharply, stopping about five desks away from Kate's and mine.

"What's what?" I asked surprised, I followed his gaze and found that I still had the crumpled piece of parchment laid out on the desk, easily viewable by Professor Hinks.

"Oh, it's a note, sir," Kate clearly stated, I could tell my the gleam in her eyes that this was payback for her not getting me in trouble the first time, "she and her boyfriend have been passing notes the whole lesson…"

Kate paused while there were catcalls from some of the boys, causing my face to go even redder, if that was possible, "Professor, it's in the school policy that we're not supposed to have relationships…"

"Hypocrite!" Jay exploded; Kate's whining and grassing wracking her nerves, "How can you get on Lily's back when you have Patrick McCrimmon from Hufflepuff as a boyfriend?"

"And who says that I have a boyfriend?" I interjected, the look on Kate's face as she glared at Jay told me – and anyone who could see – that things would get nasty if no one interfered.

"Oh, it's a girlfriend you have then is it Evans?" Shona pounced with delight on the opening that I had inadvertently left open.

Why did I feel like I was being cross-examined at court? And why was no one helping me?

"A girlfriend? Well, if you count ol' Jamsie here…" Oh yes, Sirius Black to the rescue. In a twisted, warped way.

"You are going out with James!" Shona questioned gleefully, amidst the exclamations of shock emitted from other Griffindors and Ravenclaws.

I swung around in his seat, almost giving my self whiplash. What was Sirius thinking!?!?! This would get around the whole school by tea.

'Clumsy and ugly Lily Evans goes out with Marauder James Potter, the star Griffindor chaser'

I could just see that as headlines in the inter-house and common room school papers.

As I glared at Sirius, with eyes angry enough to reduce him to cinders – I couldn't help noticing that James and the rest of the Marauders looked absolutely stupefied.

Remus Lupin actually looked awake, instead of in his usual dreamy-like state.

Peter Pettigrew had frozen with a shocked look on his face, a forgotten Berty-Botts Every Flavour Beans halfway to his open mouth.

James Potter was sitting ramrod straight on his stool, his jaw almost touching the floor as he stared at Sirius – looking unsure what to do to him. Should he kill him quickly or slowly?

What was Sirius thinking?!?!

"Is she really going out with James?" Hinks muttered to himself, a thoughtful look upon his face – that was not good, "Well, well. I think that I'll have to confiscate that love-letter Evans."

"Love-letter!" I spluttered, "But I – but it – but we – confiscate!"

 "Accio – parchment!" amidst my loud protests, the crumpled paper flew over to Hinks' hands. "Let's just see what they said…" he began to unfold it, purposefully prolonging the torture that he thought he was going to put us through.

The class avidly watched as his hands slowly but surely opened the paper, leaning forward in their seats to that they wouldn't miss a single word.

I felt sick. What would they say? What would they do? How would they react? When would –

"Exuro – parchment!" Karen exclaimed from the other end of the class, pointing her wand at the note. A thin trail of fire leapt from the tip of her wand and streaked across the room, colliding with the paper that Professor Hinks held in his hands. It immediately burst into flames, causing Hinks to drop it to the floor where it was swiftly consumed by fire.

"Oh! No fun!" Hinks exclaimed in a childlike voice. I couldn't help but wonder whether or not he had a split personality.

"Bad girl, bad girl!" Hinks continued on, oblivious to the shocked expressions of the class. Perhaps he had regressed back to pre-school, I mused.

As if it were all by design, Professor Hinks suddenly straightened and said in his normal voice: "Right class, time to go – the lesson finished ten minutes ago. Have a good tea."

There was a moment of shocked silence, before the whole class scrambled for the door – we couldn't get out of there quick enough.

As I left the greenhouse, my bag slung over my shoulder – no disastrous mistakes trying to pack my bag, I was enveloped by the usual after-classes banter:

"Ed, I'll see you at tea!"

"Ravenclaw will win the match – just you wait!"

"Right, when the Headmaster decides to let us use magic out of school!"

We had now entered the Great Hall, where the different houses separated for the two hours before tea. Other classes had pooled into the hall, making the place quite crowded as they fought to get to their own common rooms.

"Oh, Andrew –"

"Shona, you won't believe the latest gossip! I heard that –" inwardly I cringed and tried to see who Shona was talking to over the sea of the moving crowd. I had a suspicion that the person would be Kate, and a knot developed on the pit of my stomach. What if –

"Lily!" someone shrieked, was that Karen? I stopped and braced myself against the crush of the crowd, looking wildly around. Where was she?

"Evans!" a voice bellowed right in my ear, an involuntary yelp forced out of my mouth.

"I think that I'm deaf in that ear n-" I exclaimed as I covered the offended ear with a hand and whirled to face the perpetrator.

The face of Sirius Black, Marauder and beater in the Griffindor Quiddich team was about two inches from my own face. Too close for comfort!

"Ahhh!" I yelped, quickly stepping back, but tripped over an outstretched foot from one of the many moving bodies in the crowd, that were shoving and pushing. For the second time that day, I fell in a heap on the floor and was trodden on by no less than three people before Karen came to my rescue.

"Move! Watch it! Immobuilous!" she finally cried, rapidly losing her patience. The few people who were about to step on me froze mid-step and Karen helped me to my feet.

"Thanks," I sighed, straightening my robes, "I think that I'm going to have some very sore bruises tomorrow though."

"Go to Madame Giles – she'll get you sorted out," Karen shrugged as a wicked smile appeared on her face. She said the counter curse and the people affected continued on – but gave us a wide berth, just in case. "By the way… I couldn't help but notice that –"

"Are you and James really going out?" Kerr asked sharply, coming up behind me so quietly that I couldn't help but jump.

My nerves are going to be a wreck by the end of the day if this continues on!

"Of course not!" Karen exclaimed, "She hardly knows him!" Do I get a say in this?

Kerr seemed reluctant to take Karen for her word, and turned for confirmation to me.

"Um, why?" great Lily, sound even denser than you are in the first place. What was that saying again?

'It's better to keep your mouth shut and let people think that you're thick, than to open your mouth and remove all doubt.'

When I was in Primary 7 in Oxford Primary School – before I received the letter from Hogwarts - that's what my Maths teacher used to say to us everyday, like a mantra.

Although he also used to say that he came to school on a flying crate… so who knows if that's an actual saying or not.

"Is there a saying that goes: 'It's better to keep your mouth shut and let people think that you're thick, than to open your mouth and remove all doubt'?" I asked – receiving very weird looks from Kerr and Karen.

"Lily," Karen started exasperated, "Kerr was asking you if you're –"

"Never mind," Kerr interjected quickly, "It doesn't really matter, I'm late for classes now – see you at tea?" he then beat a hasty retreat, accompanied by his friends who had been hovering just out of earshot for the last few minutes.

"Um, ok," I said, staring at the place where Kerr had been a few minutes ago, thinking.

"But there aren't any classes next!" Karen began, talking to Kerr's retreating back, "Oh… never mind."

What had gotten into Kerr all of a sudden? He had seemed friendly enough before Herbology, and I hadn't done anything that affected him much in that last lesson, so why was he acting that peculiar?

My stomach decided at that moment to remind me in very loud terms that it wanted food now, so I turned to follow the other Griffindors up the stairs and to the common room.

"Uh, Lily…" Karen made a strangled sound, not moving an inch from where she had been standing.

I turned to look at her, still slightly lost in my thoughts. She wore an expression on her face that was a cross between amusement and annoyance.

"What?" I quickly turned a full circle, nothing was handing off me and my robes weren't up at the back anywhere to give the boys an 'interesting' view.

It had always been my worst nightmare that I would be walking along a corridor, people looking at me and as soon as I reached my next class I would realize that my robes had been tucked into my knickers. I could feel my face heat up at the mere thought of that.

"Lily, who were you talking to before you were almost made into a pancake?"

"Sirius… why?"

"Well, he seems to have left his mark."

"What?"

"Look at the back of your robes…" Karen was biting her bottom lip, in an effort to stop the grin that was threatening to split her face in half.

Confused, I craned my neck to look at the back of my robes, turning in full circles like a dog trying to grab its tail. I could just see some bright pink letters on the back of my black robe – but couldn't make them out.

I was getting dizzy by this time and finally gave up, looking imploringly at Karen. "What does it say?"

"I don't think that you want to know."

"Tell me!" I ordered.

"Well, it says…" here Karen paused for dramatic effect, but I felt like strangling her, "It says… in bright pink letters – you like that colour, don't you?"

"I hate it! Just get on with it!" I cringed in preparation.

"I'll tell you in my own sweet time."

I was about to scream from annoyance, attracting the attention of the Griffindor stragglers - furthering my reputation in the school of being an oddball.

"It says… 'Potter's Girl'.

"Be quick about – WHAT!?"

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AN3: Mwahahahahah! Anyone else caught on to the fact now that I absolutely LOVE leaving chapters at cliff-hangers? But I'm not so sure that this is quite a cliff-hanger… but oh well.

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