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Chapter Two:
James knocked on the girls dormitory door. How he could get up there was beyond Lily. "Err…can I speak to Lily", said James.
James looked around. In front of him was Elizabeth Cooney, Lily's best friend. She had changed since sixth year. She used to be punkish, white, and chubby. Now she was lean, had a tan, and she had lost her gothic look.
"Why do you wanna see Lily", questioned Elizabeth.
"It's a free country, babe. I like your new look." James grinned at Elizabeth. They had gone out quite a few times.
"Eat dung, Potter."
"No…it's Head-Girl, Head-Boy business. Aren't you gonna congratulate me on becoming Head-Boy, cutie?"
And she slammed the door in James face, leaving him no choice but to leave. He looked at the poem Lily wrote again. She loved him. She loved him. She loved him. She loved him! James feet carried him to his best friend, Sirius Black, and his two closest friends, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew.
"Look at this", James beamed, "she loves me!"
When everyone was done reading, they stared at James, congratulated him, and questioned him.
"So, you lucky stag, what did you say to her?"
"Nothing, yet." James was grinning so wide, his face felt numb.
"What? When did you see this?"
"Where did you find it?"
"Does she know you have it?"
"Whoa, dudes, chill! I saw this ten minutes ago, it was in the near the Portrait of the Fat Lady, it's a page of her diary that fell out, and no, she doesn't know I have it."
The guys were all hooting and cat-calling James. Little did they know Lily had walked into the Common Room, with Elizabeth and her three other friends, Vanessa King, Emma Wish, and Samantha Waters. (I suck at making names…). James eyed them happily. Vanessa looked the same as last year: cheerful, and full of smiles. Emma had gotten her long, black hair cut and bleached. Samantha, the tomb-boy of the group, had put on some make-up and was giggling non-stop. When James saw Lily, though, his heart flew to Heaven and back. She had changed the most.
Lily Evans had on a tank top that showed her…cleavage. Last year she had never even had the uppermost button of her shirts unbuttoned. Now she was showing her…cleavage? James stared. She was wearing a skirt. A short skirt. Lily had only rarely been seen with a skirt and even when she was wearing a long one, she always had leggings underneath the skirt. James stared. He liked her legs. Lily's braces had been removed, and her sparkly white teeth were so…white and straight. But what James really liked about Lily was her hair. It was so red. Not ugly red, like Molly Weasley's, but pretty red. It glowed, like her smile. It was so shiny. So flippy. There had been a few times were James was close enough to smell Lily's hair…it smelled like flowers. It smelled like lily flowers.
"The ELVES have arrived!" That was what Lily and her friends called themselves. The ELVES. That stood for Emma, Lily, Vanessa, Elizabeth, and Samantha. When people had questioned them about this queer acronym, they had responded, "Well, we're al short, like elves, we all like fairy tales, we're cute, like elves, and we just like elves, okay?" James had made fun of Lily at that time, calling her the Elfish Queen, since she had started that group, and was the shortest there.
"Elfish Queen…can I have a moment alone?" James's stomach started to flop. What was he supposed to say?
"Say it here, Potter. Can't be anything important." Lily glared at James.
"Alright. You dropped this, near the Fat Lady. I supposed, after reading it intently, that you might want it back." James handed Lily the paper that was still crumpled in his hand.
Lily gasped.
"And I want you to know, yes, I still love you."
Lily flushed red. Oh why had I left that paper there? Damned Potter just had to pick it up! Dammit! Lily covered her bright red cheeks with her hands.
"Don't cover your cheeks. It looks cute when your cheeks match your hair."
Smirking, Lily's and James's friends left them alone.
"So. Where shall we start." James looked questionably at Lily.
"Here." She spoke at last. Then grabbed him around his waist, and kissed him. Hard.
James lost himself in the kiss. His hands were running everywhere. Though Lily's hair, and all over her incredibly curved body.
After a long, wet, tongue-involved kiss, Lily broke away.
"James…-"
"Sshhh, love. I've waited for so long." And so they walked, arm-in-arm, to the Great Hall for dinner.
Lily kept kissing James on the way.
Why is she doing this? She's acting so…slutty…James was shocked at Lily's aggressive side.
Lily kissed him again. People in the Great Hall clapped and cheered.
"I love you, Evans."
"I love you too, Potter. This is gonna be one hell of a year."
A/N: Be a responsible reader and review! …This chapter was cheesy, wasn't it? I wanna see Tupac Resurrected !