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Summary: Lily Evans is in her seventh year at school and is horrified to learn that James Potter, who graduated the year before, is back at Hogwarts. She's even more enraged when she discovers that he is there as a teacher - and one of hers! They have been sworn enemies from as far back as when Lily was a fourth year and since then nothing has changed…hope you like! Love/hate. LilyJames.

Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews. This story will develop more as it goes along. ;)

Chapter 2:

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Surprising News

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I stared gob smacked at my food. I willed myself to eat but I found that I couldn't. Trina glanced at me and frowned. "Lily, you simply must eat something. You can't starve yourself in protest against Potter being a teacher."

I looked at the High Table and instinctively glowered at the sight of James Potter's messy brown hair.

"It's his entire fault for making me like this. Why did he have to come back? It's like he's doing this to deliberately irk me."

Rose rolled her eyes and Trina stuffed a treacle tart into my mouth. "Eat."

I choked on the tart and broke into a coughing fit, attracting attention from a lot of people including Potter.

He smirked at my red faced and I could see him chuckle.

I, in turn, gave him a look that clearly said go to hell. He just smiled even wider. What was it about me that always amused him?

I soon gave up trying to figure him out; Potter is too weird for any sense of reason.

Trina gave me a glass of pumpkin juice, which I swallowed down gratefully.

"Thanks. Stupid Potter, he deliberately made me choke." I complained unreasonably.

Rose rolled her eyes again. Trina threatened to stuff another tart into my mouth.

I decided to do the smart thing and close my mouth and be quiet for the rest of supper.

Later that night Trina, Rosa and I made our way up to the Gryffindor common room along with the other members of our house.

Usually the Prefects led the students back to their houses but this year, Headmaster Dumbledore had not yet announced who they were. There was much speculation as to why he had left it so late. It probably had to do with the fact that he had been preoccupied with the rising of an evil wizard, Voldemort, or something like that. There had been much discussion in the media about it, whenever I read the Daily Prophet there was always something about the wizard on the cover. I don't think that too much will come of him. And besides, nobody would ever dare attack Hogwarts with Professor Dumbledore as headmaster.

Anyway, it was such a relief when we did go back to our houses and I could lie back down on my bed again and relax.

Apart from Trina and Rose, there were two other seventh years in the same room as us – Fiona Johnson and Arabella Fig.

Both were pretty, nice girls. I got along with them okay.

Fiona smiled at me as I collapsed onto my bed.

"Depressed about Potter coming back to Hogwarts?" she asked.

"How did you know?" I groaned and buried my head into my pillow. I did not want to talk about it.

"From the expression of horror on your face. You look like someone just died."

Everyone in the room laughed.

"Well I wouldn't be surprised if by the end of this week somebody will be killed - Potter himself. We can't spend anytime in the same room at all together. We will kill each other, that is if I don't kill him first. Argh! He is such a jerk."

Fiona bounced on top of my bed. "Cheer up. It's not that bad. Besides, as a teacher, he can't afford to pick on you without he himself getting into trouble."

"Oh, I wouldn't be too sure of that. The man's a menace." I commented dryly.

Arabella plonked herself down into a chair. "He certainly has changed a lot over the summer." Her eyes had a glint in them as she spoke.

"Yeah, he's become even more demented." I snorted.

"Hmm…he is very good-looking Lily, he's grown a lot and might I add has a very fine body." Arabella smiled cheekily. "If I didn't know any better, I would say that the reason you are so stirred up is because you are attracted to him."

I snorted even louder this time.

"Ahh, the images, the images." I covered my eyes with my hands in mock terror. "You're insane. The only thing that could be attracted to him is a blind, deaf and numb person. And even then they would have difficulties." I laughed.

There was a sudden hushed silence in the room and I continued laughing despite it. I then noticed that something was wrong.

"He's behind me isn't he?" I asked nervously.

Rose slowly nodded at me.

I turned around and there stood Potter, casually leaning against the doorframe of our room. He sneered at me.

"Nice to know that you feel that way about me."

Damn. He heard me.

I was not going to let this moron think I cared that he had overheard me. I stood up straight and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Potter, what are you doing here?"

"Is that the way to talk to a Professor? It's not Potter anymore Evans, but Professor Potter, and you would do well to remember that."

I glared at him for the millionth time that day.

"What do you want?" I asked gruffly, ignoring what he had just said.

"Ten points from Gryffindor for talking to a teacher in an insolent matter. Dumbledore sent me to get you…no idea why he would want to see somebody such as yourself…" Here Potter sneered, "but we all make mistakes."

I bit down on my tongue to stop myself from answering back. I needed to be careful around Potter, as a teacher he could make my life even more of a living hell.

I sighed, trying to be patient.

"Fine, I'll come with you."

Potter looked surprised that I had not said something rude to him and instead had actually agreed to go with him. He straightened up and told me somewhat uncertainly to follow him.

Rose looked pityingly at me as I reluctantly followed Potter. Trina looked at me questioningly and I shrugged at her.

What could Dumbledore possibly want to see me about?

I had not pulled any pranks on anybody or done anything really wrong – well apart from the few encounters that I had had with Potter.

Maybe that's what he wanted to see me about, Potter… Oh boy.

My hands were clammy as I nervously followed Potter. Every so often he would turn back to check that I was still following him.

It was five minutes before we reached the gargoyle that led to Dumbledore's office. They were five long agonising minutes and I was terrified as to what Dumbledore might say to me. I had not really said anything that bad, had I?

As Potter said the password for the door, I whispered to him harshly, "I hope you're happy." I glared at him and Potter raised one eyebrow.

Now what was that supposed to mean?

I glared at him even more, but he didn't seem affected. I groaned and Potter let out a soft chuckle.

"You really are quite obstinate." He continued chuckling.

I didn't know whether to scream, slap him or kill him.

Instead I pushed past him and swiftly made my way up to Dumbledore's office. I could hear Potter laughing the whole way.

I came to the door of the office and tried to open it but to know avail. I stared at it dumbly for a second and then jumped when I heard Potter whisper loudly right into my ear, "A professor has to open it."

I shivered and shrank back from him, feeling awkward that he had been so close to me. Potter was playing at something.

I waited for him to open the door but then he stopped me before I could go through.

"What is it that you want Potter?" I demanded in frustration.

"What is it that you want?" he had that way of irritating me by just doing the smallest things. I could have strangled him.

"For you to move. Now let me go." I made to push past him again but he moved his arm and blocked the doorway, the result being that my face collided with his arm and I jerked back in pain.

"You idiot. I think you broke my nose." I grabbed at it painfully. Now that's all I needed to top off my perfect day in my perfect life – a broken nose.

"I'm so sorry." Potter told me as insincerely as possible.

"Can you please just let me through?" I pleaded. Any minute now and I would be down on my knees begging him to let me pass. Just imagine how delighted Potter would be.

"I don't do things for people who don't know their place." he stated smugly and leant closer to me. Honestly, was he really a Professor or a five-year old child? I really couldn't tell.

I needed to get away from Potter, I had never been this close to him before in my life and it was making me squirm. He could see that I was uncomfortable and was taking delight in it.

I was luckily saved at that moment by Dumbledore. He had approached us from behind and after observing us for a moment or two, asked, "Is something wrong?"

I glanced at Potter, very tempted to tell him just exactly what had happened but he spoke before me.

"Nothing at all Professor, Evans here had just made a few inappropriate comments and I was rebuking her for it."

My eyes flashed. I had done no such thing! Well, not until he provoked me. But I knew that it was no use to argue for otherwise it would seem like I was being even more of a brat.

Dumbledore looked at me quizzically. "I am very sorry to here it. Never in all her days at Hogwarts has Ms Evans ever been in trouble for misconduct. It is most unusual." His eyes were filled with mirth and now it was my turn to smirk, and at Potter. Dumbledore could see that what Potter had said was false.

Also, it meant that the reason I was sent to Dumbledore was not because of anything I had done wrong. I wondered why he wanted to see me then.

Dumbledore led the way into his office and gestured for me to take a seat. It was very cluttered yet seemed to vibrate with warmth. It looked homey and I noticed that there was even a phoenix in the room.

Dumbledore noticed the direction of my gaze and said, "Fawkes."

"Pardon?" I didn't quite understand what he was talking about. Fawkes?

"Yes, that's its name, Fawkes."

I let out a long oh.

Potter made to leave but Dumbledore stopped him.

"You may stay if you like. After all, you did play a part in the decision." He told him.

Potter coloured slightly and looked embarrassed. He slowly took a seat and sank into it.

"Now Ms Evans," Dumbledore began, "As you are probably aware, the prefects for this year have yet to be chosen."

I nodded my head uncertainly, what did this have to do with anything?

I peered out of the corner of my eye and noticed that Potter was tense. I turned back to Dumbledore, curious as to what was going on.

"After much discussion, it has been agreed by myself and most of the staff that you shall be this year's Head Girl." Dumbledore watched me, waiting for my reaction.

I, on the other hand, had lost all the thoughts that had been going through my head.

"What?" My mouth dropped open. Me? Head Girl? I didn't think so. I had never been a Prefect and wanted to keep it that way. I hated having to do anything with being in the limelight. I had never done anything outstanding that indicated that I would be chosen to be Head Girl.

I tried to think of something appropriate to say but all that blurted out of my mouth was, "I don't want to be Head Girl."

I'm unpopular enough as it is, thanks to Potter and his cronies back when they were still at school, being the pompous Head Girl would just worsen things.

Dumbledore leant back in his chair. "Yes, I suspected that you would say that."

"Then why are you still making me Head Girl?"

"You don't, of course, have to be Head Girl, it is entirely up to you what you choose to do. However, I feel that if you give it enough thought, you will soon change your mind. You will make the perfect Head Girl, I know it." He peered at me mysteriously over his glasses.

"I somehow don't think so, Professor." I shook my head, in disbelief.

"Well, I don't know if this will ease your mind at all, but you are the only person chosen to be Head Girl with the whole staff agreeing with the decision."

My jaw dropped open even further. "The whole staff." I repeated stupidly.

"Yes. It is very unusual."

The whole staff? Then that would mean…

I turned at Potter. "You!" I cried indignantly, my cheeks turning red.

Potter sat up. "Me? What have I done now Evans?"

"You know perfectly well. You agreed to make me Head Girl, you wanted Professor Dumbledore to make me Head Girl because you knew that I would hate to be a prefect."

Potter clenched his jaw. It was funny to notice that whenever Potter was mad about something, a small vein appeared in his forehead. You could usually tell how angry he was by the size of the vein – the angrier the larger. Now it was practically throbbing.

"What exactly is your problem? You're so bitter all the time. It's not normal." He insulted.

"I'm not normal? How dare you say such a thing!"

"Evans, just grow up. You know it's the truth. You were different when you came to Hogwarts as a first year and nothing has changed since then." He jeered.

"And you have always been the same incorrigible git that I have known since first year." I retorted.

"Ooh, I'm surprised that you know what the word incorrigible means. But then, you always were a nerd."

"That's great Potter, you deliberately make me Head Girl because you know that it will irk me and now you go on and call me names. That's very mature." I said sarcastically.

"I didn't agree to make you Head Girl to insult you." He stood up, towering over me.

I faltered. "Then why did you…?" I trailed off. Potter looked so frightening that I was still scared to go on further.

"Ahem." Dumbledore cleared his throat and both Potter and I turned to him, embarrassed. Dumbledore however, did not seem to be angry but amused. A little smile had formed round the sides of his mouth as he surveyed us. "Thank you for that little display."

There was an awkward silence as I tried to figure out what I should say. Dumbledore had just chosen for me to be Head Girl and then I had to go and act like a little child in front of him. But I don't want to be Head Girl. I don't…And if I was to be Head Girl, then who was going to be Head Boy?

Dumbledore smiled kindly at me. "I understand that this has been a shock for you. I will give you till tomorrow to consider. Now Mr Potter, I do believe that it is getting later. Please escort Lily back to her room."

I said goodbye to him as Potter and I made our way out of the room.

As soon as we made it back out in the corridor again we started arguing with each other, all the way to the common room.

Our argument ended with me standing in the doorway of the Gryffindor Common Room yelling at him that he was "impossible".

Potter balled his fists and was about to shout at me some verbal insult or other but then changed his mind.

"For your information, Evans, I agreed with the decision for you to be Head Girl because I thought that you would be good at it." He said quietly and then left quickly before I could say anything.

I stared at him as he walked off. Now what was that supposed to mean?

I woke up the next day with a bleeding headache. I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled over to the bathroom and had a shower. It was refreshing and also gave me time to think about what had happened the previous night.

Head Girl? Should I? Could I?

Would I?

How could I refuse? Dumbledore had asked me and what Dumbledore asked, people did. It wasn't as if he was threatening, instead it was because he had the knack of making people feel obliged to do what he requested.

"Fine Dumbledore, I'll be Head Girl, but I think I'm going to regret it."

When I told my friends about what had happened (omitting the details concerning Potter), they were ecstatic.

"Our little Lily as Head Girl? Who could believe it?" Trina said.

"Yeah, we'll be famous. Forever known as the best friends of Lily Evans, Head Girl, '76." Rose linked her arm with mine and Trina took the other.

Fiona and Arabella were also pleased.

"You'd be perfect as Head Girl, Lils." They had both gushed at me in excitement. It seemed that everybody was excited about me being Head Girl…except me.

Dumbledore was also happy and said that, "I had made the right decision."

I personally don't think so.

Dumbledore decided to announce the Head Boy and Girl during breakfast that morning. Everybody waited in anticipation and I could not help but hope it was not disappointment that they were feeling after they found out that I was Head Girl. There were certainly a few curious glances thrown my way as people tried to figure out a) Exactly who I was, or b) how much money I had had to bribe Dumbledore to give me the position.

I ignored the people surrounding me who were staring. One half of the school had never heard of me before and the other half knew me but didn't have a high opinion of me thanks to the Marauders.

I also was introduced to the Head Boy, Kyle Davies. He was a tall, muscly and good-looking Ravenclaw, who as you have probably guessed I had not had much to do with in the past. Judging by the look on his face, he would have liked to have kept it that way.

He was none too impressed that the Head Girl happened to be a very "dorky, nasty bitch" as I overheard him telling a friend. I tried not to let it hurt me. Compared with the Marauders it was nothing.

Davies seemed to be even more perturbed when Dumbledore told us that our rooms would be separate from the other houses in another part of the Hogwarts castle.

We were taken to a remote part of the castle near Dungeons. Our rooms though, were nothing like the dungeons.

There was a main common room for us to share and then there was my bedroom, which was decorated patriotically in red and gold. It was elaborately furnished with a double poster bed. I fell down onto it, in love with my room already. I was astonished to see that all of my belongings had already been brought up to my room – but that was magic for you.

I was not allowed to rest for long as Trina and Rose soon came bounding into my room. They oohed and aahed for a little bit, laughing all the while.

"Well, don't you just have the life?" Trina laughed.

Rose, the much more quiet and observant of the two, commented, "Davies doesn't seem too pleasant."

"No shit. He's a pig." Trina snorted, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder.

"I heard that." Called Davies from his room.

"Dickhead." Trina said under her breath.

We all giggled.

Rose looked at the time and gasped. "Come on, you two. Class starts in two minutes."

I made a dash for my books and then we scrambled into the hallway. First class of the school year was the one that I was dreading the most – Charms.

Pratty Potter would not hesitate to take points away from Gryffindor if we were late to class. As we ran I tried to imagine how Potter would act towards me.

I desperately hoped that he would treat me like all his other students. I hoped that he wouldn't humiliate and that we could at least pretend to act amicably towards one another.

I soon discovered that it was all in vain…

A/N: Once again, thanks heaps for the reviews. I loved them. It gives me the will to write another chapter! Lol.

Replies:

Charmed luver222: I was thinking about making James the DADA teacher, but apparently there is another fic sort of like this one with James as a DADA teacher and I didn't want to make them the same. Glad you love the story though!

cilverblood: Yep, sure I can make it PG-13. What did you exactly want with the changing on the rating? Like, adult themes and the like? Thanks for the review.