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I want to thank Lady of Masbolle for reviewing me. She is my first, and so far only reviewer, but I hope I get some more. Hint hint.
Anyway, on to the story!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 3: And the Prefects are...
"Your prefects this year are Chelsea Glenn from Ravenclaw, Michael Snow from Hufflepuff, Severus Snape from Slytherin, James Potter from Gryffindor, and Lily Evans from Gryffindor."
A huge round of applause erupted from all four tables. James was grinning from ear to ear at the thought of working with Lily, who he'd liked since third year. Lily on the other hand was looking positively furious at the thought of working with James.
Dumbledore raised a hand to silence the room and said, "After dinner, will the prefects please come up to the front of the hall." With that, dinner was over.
"We'll see you in the common room later okay?" Sirius asked James and Lily.
Lily nodded while James said, "Sure Padfoot."
They made their way up to Dumbledore as the hall emptied. He said, "The first prefect meeting will be held on Friday night at seven in the prefect's lounge." He handed everyone a packet with information and instructions on being a prefect. "Mr. Snape, Miss Glenn, and Mr. Snow, you are aloud to leave. Miss Evans and Mr. Potter, I'd like a word."
As Snape, Michael, and Chelsea left, Lily and James looked up at the headmaster expectantly.
"Now Lily, James, there is a reason that I made both of you Prefects, even though you are in the same house, and it is highly uncommon. You both have top grades, and I believe that you two could work marvelously together if you two would stop bickering so much. I really need both of you to put some extra effort into getting along for the school's sake. Can you try this for me?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes sir," they both said in unison.
"Well if there are no more questions, then you are both dismissed. Oh, wait. James, congratulations! You've been made the Gryffindor quidditch captain."
James and Lily left together, James with a huge grin on his face.
James was a chaser on the quidditch team. Sirius was a beater, and Lucy was the other chaser. All three were quite talented on the pitch. Remus, being sick so often couldn't play, but enjoyed commentating, with Peter, who was too round to be able to fly very fast, as his assistant. Lily and Belle both loved quidditch, but Lily was terrified of heights, and Belle wasn't very coordinated.
Lily looked up at James, and noticed he was grinning from ear to ear. 'He is so cute when he smiles. Whoa, wait. Why did I just think that James was cute? I can't think he is cute. I hate him remember? He's a prat, who wants nothing more from a girl than a good snog. I mean it is so annoying when he constantly asks me out. He should have figured out by now that the answer will always be no. But still, no. I can't think that he is cute.'
"Stop it Lily," she said this last part aloud by mistake while repeatedly hitting her head.
James looked down at her questioningly, and she realized what she was doing and stopped as a faint blush crept up her cheeks.
"Are you alright? Do you need to go to the hospital wing?" he asked, genuinely concerned.
"No, I'm fine. I'm just a bit tired I guess," she replied.
"Okay then," he said and they continued walking.
Lily let her mind wander back to her previous thoughts, 'How sweet. He seemed concerned about me. No, it's not sweet. He should mind his own business, instead of embarrassing me. But then again, he didn't really embarrass me. I accomplished that on my own. But he is Potter. Not James, Potter. The arrogant, bullying, git who is always asking me out. He hasn't even asked me out though. I wonder why he didn't. Every other year that he liked me, he asked me out on the train at least twice. Maybe he moved on. I hope not. Wait; did I just think that I hoped he hasn't moved on? I could care less. He could snog the entire female population of Hogwarts, and I wouldn't care. Oh, I hope he doesn't.'
With these unsettling thoughts, they arrived at the Gryffindor portrait hole. James said the password, and they walked into the common room. They rounded up all of the Gryffindors, and sent them to bed, because they had their first day of classes the next morning.
"Goodnight Lily," James said, as he was about to turn to walk up to the boys' dormitories.
"Goodnight James," she said, walking up the stairs to the girls' dormitories.
'James. She called me James. What happened to Potter? I'm so happy, I could skip!' and he did as he continued these thoughts and skipped up to bed.
'I can't believe I called him James. I didn't mean to. It just slipped out. Maybe I do need some sleep,' she thought as she entered her room to find her roommates asleep. She quietly got ready for bed, looking forward to the next day.
I want to thank Lady of Masbolle for reviewing me. She is my first, and so far only reviewer, but I hope I get some more. Hint hint.
Anyway, on to the story!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 3: And the Prefects are...
"Your prefects this year are Chelsea Glenn from Ravenclaw, Michael Snow from Hufflepuff, Severus Snape from Slytherin, James Potter from Gryffindor, and Lily Evans from Gryffindor."
A huge round of applause erupted from all four tables. James was grinning from ear to ear at the thought of working with Lily, who he'd liked since third year. Lily on the other hand was looking positively furious at the thought of working with James.
Dumbledore raised a hand to silence the room and said, "After dinner, will the prefects please come up to the front of the hall." With that, dinner was over.
"We'll see you in the common room later okay?" Sirius asked James and Lily.
Lily nodded while James said, "Sure Padfoot."
They made their way up to Dumbledore as the hall emptied. He said, "The first prefect meeting will be held on Friday night at seven in the prefect's lounge." He handed everyone a packet with information and instructions on being a prefect. "Mr. Snape, Miss Glenn, and Mr. Snow, you are aloud to leave. Miss Evans and Mr. Potter, I'd like a word."
As Snape, Michael, and Chelsea left, Lily and James looked up at the headmaster expectantly.
"Now Lily, James, there is a reason that I made both of you Prefects, even though you are in the same house, and it is highly uncommon. You both have top grades, and I believe that you two could work marvelously together if you two would stop bickering so much. I really need both of you to put some extra effort into getting along for the school's sake. Can you try this for me?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes sir," they both said in unison.
"Well if there are no more questions, then you are both dismissed. Oh, wait. James, congratulations! You've been made the Gryffindor quidditch captain."
James and Lily left together, James with a huge grin on his face.
James was a chaser on the quidditch team. Sirius was a beater, and Lucy was the other chaser. All three were quite talented on the pitch. Remus, being sick so often couldn't play, but enjoyed commentating, with Peter, who was too round to be able to fly very fast, as his assistant. Lily and Belle both loved quidditch, but Lily was terrified of heights, and Belle wasn't very coordinated.
Lily looked up at James, and noticed he was grinning from ear to ear. 'He is so cute when he smiles. Whoa, wait. Why did I just think that James was cute? I can't think he is cute. I hate him remember? He's a prat, who wants nothing more from a girl than a good snog. I mean it is so annoying when he constantly asks me out. He should have figured out by now that the answer will always be no. But still, no. I can't think that he is cute.'
"Stop it Lily," she said this last part aloud by mistake while repeatedly hitting her head.
James looked down at her questioningly, and she realized what she was doing and stopped as a faint blush crept up her cheeks.
"Are you alright? Do you need to go to the hospital wing?" he asked, genuinely concerned.
"No, I'm fine. I'm just a bit tired I guess," she replied.
"Okay then," he said and they continued walking.
Lily let her mind wander back to her previous thoughts, 'How sweet. He seemed concerned about me. No, it's not sweet. He should mind his own business, instead of embarrassing me. But then again, he didn't really embarrass me. I accomplished that on my own. But he is Potter. Not James, Potter. The arrogant, bullying, git who is always asking me out. He hasn't even asked me out though. I wonder why he didn't. Every other year that he liked me, he asked me out on the train at least twice. Maybe he moved on. I hope not. Wait; did I just think that I hoped he hasn't moved on? I could care less. He could snog the entire female population of Hogwarts, and I wouldn't care. Oh, I hope he doesn't.'
With these unsettling thoughts, they arrived at the Gryffindor portrait hole. James said the password, and they walked into the common room. They rounded up all of the Gryffindors, and sent them to bed, because they had their first day of classes the next morning.
"Goodnight Lily," James said, as he was about to turn to walk up to the boys' dormitories.
"Goodnight James," she said, walking up the stairs to the girls' dormitories.
'James. She called me James. What happened to Potter? I'm so happy, I could skip!' and he did as he continued these thoughts and skipped up to bed.
'I can't believe I called him James. I didn't mean to. It just slipped out. Maybe I do need some sleep,' she thought as she entered her room to find her roommates asleep. She quietly got ready for bed, looking forward to the next day.