'ello readers.

yawns I'm knackered, I hope you know. But. . . LoL, I didn't have to write this out or anything, just copy and paste from my other document. Still! Just thought I'd let you all know.

Anywho.

Thanks for reviewing. Luv ya.

And. . . go on. . . do it agen?

Cheers, mates.

Lauren.

Lily's POV

Okay. I'm just gonna let my mind wander.

I remembered something James had said a couple of days ago. . . Something about me not caring about my schoolwork, just caring about my appearance. I can't remember his exact words, but he's always saying stuff like that. And it's so not true!

I was really trying. I sat there for so long, staring at the sheet with instructions on that I could have burnt holes in the parchment with my eyes. And I really didn't want any help. I had to learn this. I had my exams soon.

Then again, if I learn it the wrong way because I'm just being too stubborn to ask someone to help, then that won't help me at all, I guess. . .

"Helen?" I whispered.

We were in Transfiguration. And it's so ha-ard.

That's it. I give up, I give up, I give up, I-

"What Lil?"

"What do you do after you've-?"

"A problem, Miss Evans?" Professor McGonagall asked, in that sarcastic way teachers always talk when they know that there's a problem. Or you're just talking. But I wasn't just talking!

She was staring at me intently. Well, looking down her nose at me, intently.

Don't even dare give me a detention. I'm trying so, so hard here!

"Um. . . well, you see-" A knock at the door cut me off.

Phew.

I know she doesn't like me. Just because I suck at her stupid subject. That's not my fault.

I do try. . . and I think it over and all but. . . it's just hard for some people!

I sighed and looked towards the door. I was a little surprised to see James there.

No. Very surprised to see James there.

"Hey Professor, there's an emergency Quidditch meeting, so we need Bennitt," James said casually, stepping into the room.

McGonagall was still at my desk, but turned away to look at James suspiciously. "And why on earth would there be an emergency Quidditch meeting during class time?"

James shrugged. "I dunno. Something to with. . . something. I'm not really sure Professor, can we just have Bennitt please?"

I glanced to the front of the class, where Liam Bennitt was already getting his things together.

Why didn't I join the Quidditch team? It'd get me out of classes like these.

Oh yeah. Because I can't fly.

What, am I useless at everything?

James caught my eye then, and he smiled.

"Fine, fine. Bennitt, go," McGonagall sighed.

Not that it meant much, since Bennitt was pretty much already gone.

I smiled back at James, thankful that he'd gotten me off the hook with the Professor.

"Now, Miss Evans, you were saying?"

Oh. Maybe not then.

"Erm, well, I was just asking Helen something... see, I don't really get this," I mumbled.

Way to state the obvious.

This was just great. So I was making a prat of myself in front of James, who would probably tease me about it for the rest of my life, and then he'd go tell Sirius.

See? Nothing good comes out of Transfiguration!

McGonagall sighed heavily, obviously annoyed with me. "Miss Evans, we've been over this dozens of times-"

"I know," I whined.

Well, I could hardly set off the waterworks in front of James and my entire class. So I just resorted to the next best thing. Whining. "And seriously, I get some of-"

"Oh, and Professor?" James interrupted. "I have to take Lily Evans too."

My head snapped towards him at this.

Huh?

"And why would that be?" McGonagall demanded.

"Dunno, miss. Headmaster's wishes. Prefect duties? I'm not sure," James raised his eyebrows innocently and shrugged, while McGonagall looked at him in a way that was obvious that she seriously doubted what he was saying was true.

And I was looking at him in the same way.

Not that I was going to say anything. Instead I jumped out of my seat and quickly jammed my books into my bag.

"Fine!" McGonagall moved away from desk.

Not looking too happy I might add, but after all, she couldn't go against the Headmaster's wishes.

"Make sure you find out your homework assignment, the pair of you!"

"Will do!" Bennitt said cheerfully, already on his way out of the room.

I followed him, slinging my bag over my shoulder as I did so.

I saw a few people throw dark glances at me on my way out. I think they guessed that I wasn't really called for Prefect duties. Why would just I be called? And why would James have only remembered when I was being lectured on stupid Transfiguration?

Very obvious.

I don't think the fact that I was now spending so much time with James Potter and Sirius Black helped either. Especially not with the female population of the class.

Still, that just added to my fun! Smiling sweetly, I carried on walking.

"So what're you gonna do with your free lesson?" James asked once we were walking down the corridor, the classroom door shut safely behind us.

He wasn't actually looking at me, but a small smile was playing on his lips.

"Free lesson?" I asked innocently. "You mean to tell me James Potter, that I'm not actually needed by the Headmaster?"

"Amazing, isn't it?" James said sarcastically. "I just thought you'd want out of that situation, but hey! I can always turn around and say there was some kind of mistake. That you weren't really nee-"

"Don't you dare."

James grinned. "Thought you might say something like that."

"But won't you get in trouble?" I asked.

He shrugged carelessly. "Who cares?" He suddenly grinned. "Besides! I'm Head Boy. I could need you for Prefect duties. They can't prove anything."

I guess. Just make sure I don't get in trouble here.

"Well what is the Quidditch team needed for?" Bennitt asked, looking curiously towards James.

"I seriously don't know. But if Sirius has called it – and I'm not sure who called it – then it'll probably be something along the lines of us needing to celebrate before our next big games."

"That doesn't bother me," Bennitt replied, smiling.

"Wouldn't bother me either," I murmured, and then looked pleadingly at James. "Can I come as well? C'mon, I've no-"

"Aww, Lily I don't-"

"Please? I've got nothing else to do! C'mon James, pleeeeeeease?" I begged.

And who in the right mind could resist that?

Apparently not James.

He hesitated, and then held up his hands. "Fine, fine," he sighed. "Just don't blame me when-"

"I swear I won't blame you!" I assured, smiling brightly. I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him. "Thank you!"

Well, I was happy. I'd just gotten out of Transfiguration and got to see my boyfriend and the Quidditch team train. Or whatever they do.

Not bad.

James' POV

Whoa, okay.

I was standing in the middle of the hallway with my best friend's girlfriend in my arms, having her just thrown herself at me.

Mmm. Does that sound a tiny bit misleading?

No, it was all perfectly innocent. Though I don't see why she's making such a big deal. I've done worse than break someone out of Transfiguration. Sheesh.

Still, I wasn't exactly complaining, I guess.

Lily's sweet. And cute. Who else could have done that whole, "Pleeeeeeease?" thing without looking pathetic? And she's smart as well, no matter what McGona–

Whoa. None of this was to be taken the wrong way, of course. Lily was with Sirius. Sirius. Besides, I was just getting to know her as a friend.

"So I can come?" Lily asked again.

"You can come," I confirmed, sighing.

Well, I had just removed her from her lesson. What else would she have done?

"Ooh, thank you!" Lily squealed.

She clapped her hands and sort of pivoted on the spot with a toss of her hair, then smiled happily and started striding towards the door that would lead it to the Quidditch pitch, leaving me and Liam Bennitt stood watching her go.

"What?" I cried, when Bennitt looked at me pointedly, his eyebrows raised.

"Nothing, nothing," he said, holding up his hands. "I didn't say a thing."

"No, but you implied it..." I said, setting off after Lily.

"How can I imply if I didn't say anything?" Bennitt asked, grinning, as he walked alongside me.