The battle of love

Summary: James loves Lily, Lily hates James. Or does she? When James decides to change his ways in order for Lily to notice him, she notices what she should have known years ago. Now Read this story! Read it and weep! Sorry… Read and Review.

Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling so I do not own any of the following characters. She does.

A/N: I now have 25 reviews in total. 25! I know that compared to some stories it doesn't look like anything, but this is my first fanfic. I can't believe that some people actually like what I write. This is so cool. A special thanks to:

Lady Cantara – I thought Barney was cute too. I know that many girls have boy's nicknames, like Georgina may be called George etc. Here is the update. And I am really touched that you consider me a might-be genius. No bowing, though. Can't stand bowing. HERE IS THE UPDATE THAT YOU WANTED!

Piper-Loves-Leo – You know why the owl is a good idea? Personally it's what I would like to be if I were an animagus. About Dumbledore – I thought that he should be a defence against the dark arts teacher because I thought… How could he possibly learn all those cool spells to use against Volde… (Sorry – he-who-must-not-be-named). I thought that he would be qualified to be a datda (defence against the dark arts) teacher. Also, I think that maybe in the next few chapters or maybe even this one may include some stuff about proper L&J. HERE IS THE UPDATE THAT YOU SO NICELY ASKED FOR!

A/N: I have to stop revealing stuff to reviewers.

Chapter 9 – The after-effects

I think that the light armour spell takes a bit out of you. It didn't seem that hard, but I felt the effects later - cries of war that I had never heard. I wonder why Dumbledore didn't warn us.

5 minutes later…

It's too loud. I can't stand it. I'm not going to die. I only conjured it once. But the noise! It is really starting to get to me. Maybe if I turn into an owl…

An owl appeared for a few seconds, then transformed into a witch again.

AHHHH! No. I shouldn't have done that. I forgot.

Owls can hear 8 times better than humans.

Silly Lily.

I think that I should go into the common room. Maybe that will help.

Yeah. It should.

I walked down the winding stairs to the common room, seated myself down and sighed.

It hadn't helped. Then I heard a noise. Not a war one, a different one. Of stairs creaking. 'Lumos' I muttered, and to my surprise I saw Prongs walking up the stairs to his dormitory.

He looked round. 'What? Who are you? Oh – Hi Barney.'

'Hi Prongs.' I paused, holding my hands in my head.

'So you have them too, huh?'

'Yeah. I tried to transform.'

'But it got worse.'

'Yeah.'

'Me too.'

'While we're both down here…' I had an idea. 'Do you want to talk? Maybe lack of real noise is what caused it.'

'Ok. Sure. But so you know, the after affects are caused by you staying motionless, and they stay like that for 48 hours after disarming yourself.'

'Wow.'

'Moony told me.'

'So talking will help.'

'Talking and moving, yes.'

'What about eating? I'm starved.'

'It involves moving.'

'Good. The only problem is, there is no food around here.'

'What about the kitchens?'

'You've been to the kitchens?'

'Yeah.'

'But we'll get detentions, and set a bad example for the rest of Gryffindor.'

'Let me go upstairs, I'll get something that will help us to get there undetected.'

'Ok. I'll wait.'

I paced up and down, trying to keep on moving. The noise was dulling. It was such a good thing that Moony always listened in lessons. He's so intelligent, even though he's a werewolf. And so is Padfoot in a funny way. And Prongs – he's both.

Prongs came down the stairs as I finished that thought.

'My invisibility cloak.'

'Your what?!'

'Invisibility cloak.'

'I know what it is, but how did you get it?'

'It's been in the family for generations. I think it goes back 3 generations – when they first invented invisibility cloaks.'

'Your family must've been very, very rich'

'And still are.'

'So that's one of the reasons that half the witches. No – most of the witches fawn over you. You're a rich young wizard.'

'Didn't you know?'

'No. I never really cared much for you. Didn't you hate it when I used to go all cold and hard-hearted about you?'

'Yeah. Of course.'

'Do you remember when you forced Padfoot to hex me and put me and you in hospital for a week?'

'Perfectly. That was when you became a marauder.'

'Yes. You know, I think that you and I… We've both changed our opinions about each other dramatically.'

'No. I always liked you more than anyone else. You always hated me more than anyone else. Now we're like…'

'Best friends. If Proff.Gazing (A/N: Divination Proffesor) had told me about this two years ago I wouldn't have believed her for a millisecond.'

'I would have.'

We had both been slowly approaching one another while we had been talking.

Now we met.

'I know you would have.'

'Are you still hungry?'

'No. I'll stay here.'

With that Prongs threw his invisibility cloak over the two of us.

And we continued talking.

'Why'd you do that?'

'I don't want anyone to see us.'

'Oh…'

Our lips met, and stayed there for eternity. I had changed my opinion of Prongs. I used to hate him above all others, and now I like him above all others.

Then our lips departed.

'I love you.' We both said in unison. 'I love you too.' We both replied.

'This has been a big battle for you.' I said.

'Yeah. But it was worth it.'

'Definitely.'

'The noise has gone now.'

'Same.'

'See you in the morning.'

'Yeah. See you.'

The invisibility cloak was taken off, and to my relief it wasn't anyone that hadn't been inside it.

We walked hand-in-hand up the stairs. When we reached the top, we kissed goodnight and went into our dormitories.

I slept very well as I dreamed of Prongs.

Why not? He was the best. And he thought the same about me.

The after affects of the light armour spell weren't too bad.

After all, it brought me one step closer to Prongs.

A/N: Well, do you like it? Their first snogging moment. And first sighting of the invisibility cloak. Be free to tell me that I'm hopeless at romance, and that I should abandon this story.

Seriously, tell me anything you like. This isn't the end of the story. There is more to come. I just need to know whether it's worth continuing with it.