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Author's Note: Chapter 2 is here, and I hope you all enjoy it, I am sorry for any mistakes, I have yet to get a beta (anyone willing comment), and my grammar isn't my strong point. I am so sorry that this chapter is so, so short, but I am trying to get back to school after being sick and my life is just chaos now (another reason a beta would be good…they can kick my lazy butt) So enjoy!

Disclaimer: The only things I own are the starbursts that I am eating right now…

Lily Evans looked into the floor length mirror standing before her, allowing herself to smile slightly. The previous morning she had woken up with some less than appreciated additions to her appearance, and thankfully Sunday morning had come snake free. Running her fingers through her auburn hair, she grinned. She had a date with Jonathan tonight. Obviously she couldn't go last night, what with her hair like it was, thanks to James Potter and his cronies, but Jonathan proved to be kinder than most would give him credit for, and agreed to meet her the following night. She had talked to him that morning, and he had even asked her to be his date at a party that weekend! He was talking to Peter Pettigrew, the little pest was probably asking Jon for potions help: his strong point. There was just one snag in her romantic world: her friends. Thinking of her friends' opinions towards the blonde Slytherin, her smile faded a little. She knew that Elise wouldn't say anything derogatory towards a potential boyfriend of Lily's, but Andrea was another story. Her dreamer of a friend had made it perfectly clear that she didn't like Jonathan, and wasted no time telling her to be careful. Part of Lily was grateful that she had a friend that cared so much, but the other part was hurt that Andrea couldn't accept her affection towards a Slytherin. Allowing her thoughts to wander back that morning she frowned, trying to decipher her friend's words.

"Lily…"

Lily looked up from the History of Magic book she had laying on her bed. "What's up Andy?" The red haired teen sat up on her bed, and looked expectantly at the nervous looking girl facing her.

"Do you really like Jonathan Avery?" Andrea looked at her, her normally grinning or laughing face perfectly serious.

Lily glanced at her, confusion closing in. "I think so…why?"

Andrea looked thoughtful for a few seconds before answering slowly, as though thinking of every single word she used, "I just don't want you to get hurt."

Allowing a nervous laugh to escape her throat Lily looked at Andrea, "Why would I get hurt, I honestly don't think Jon would ever do anything to me…is this just because he's a Slytherin?

Andrea looked solemnly at the figure sitting cross legged on the four poster bed, and answered in the same halting manner as before, "No…I just don't think he's who you think he is."

Before Lily could answer her she had turned and walked from the room.

Now only hours after the strange encounter with her best friend, Lily was still puzzled over her sudden, and in Lily's opinion random conversation.

In Hogwarts there were three basic groups. There were The Marauders, intent on making life at the Magical school a little less serious, or in their words "stuffy". There were those who challenged the Marauders and their high position as prank masters, and the band of four trouble makers made it clear that it was open season on their butts. It wasn't unusual for any of them to wake up with different color hair than they had gone to sleep with. Then there were the lucky few that James, and his gang of rabble-rousers, had a sort of "truce" with. These select few were lucky, and could sleep peacefully in the walls of the magical school. And on the opposite side of the practical joke war were the ill-fated bunch that the Marauders deemed worthy of their jokes, pranks, and what some people called tortures. Lily Evans happened to be in this last group, and James Potter intended to keep it that way. He just had to think of something to do to her…something he had not yet done, which let me tell you wasn't much. So he sat at his usual spot at the Gryffindor table lost in thought, planning, plotting, and trying his hardest to figure out something that Lily wouldn't expect, and that was…well…legal. His plans however came to a halt when the target of his prank came into the room.

Despite all the tricks the young Gryffindor had played on her, he became like a first year whenever he was around her. Even when they played out their ingenious little stunts on her and her friends, James could never look at her face. Her face, pale with just a few freckles sprinkling her nose and cheeks, he had loved it from the first time he saw her. So naturally the first chance he had gotten one of her pigtails were yanked away from her scalp. However, this was years later and simple hair pulling wouldn't ever do. He needed something better…if only he could pull his eyes from her face…

Lily immediately saw James Potter looking at her, and was slightly uncomfortable with his staring. It only took her a few moments to decide the only way to make him stop was to ask him about it, and maybe in the process dump something on his lap in retaliation for the other morning. She started grinning thinking of the look on his face if she did do something like that. He knew very she had a temper, but she didn't think he would be expecting her to actually do something other than yell at him. Stopping to talk to a few people along the way as to not make it so obvious what she was up to, and all the while looking to see if there was anything hot sitting near him, just itching to jump into his lap…

James Potter sat oblivious to the world around him. Lunch was usually an interesting portion of his day; filled with pranks, jokes, and all around wisecracks with the rest of the Marauders, but today something else demanded his attention: Lily Evans. She had entered the great hall with one of her friends only a few moments before, and had held James' interest since. The messy haired chaser didn't notice Remus reading "Dangerous yet completely magical and interesting Creatures of Mimplewimple." He also failed to be amused by Sirius flicking peas at the Slytherin table, and Peter's nervous glances between the mischievous Gryffindor and his targets. However, he did notice Lily Evan staring back at him. To say that he was shocked would be an understatement.

"S-S-S-Sirius!" James' mouth had dropped faster than a chicken trying to fly, and needless to say Sirius was highly entertained with James' "talented" little mouth.

A grin starting to spread on his naturally mischievous face, Sirius actually stopped shooting peas at his Slytherin targets, "James can you do that again, I don't think I got the full affect of all that food falling out, and catching on your lip."

Giving Sirius an icy glare, James quickly resumed staring at the lovely red head seated at the other end of the Gryffindor table. She however wasn't looking back at him. She wasn't even there. Utterly confused James quickly began looking for his object of affection…he soon found her…coming towards him, a brilliant smile plastered on her features.

Normally teenage boys would be very pleased to see the girl they fancy smiling at them, but I never did say that James Potter now did I?

"Oh God."

"You rang."

Giving Sirius another stare that would freeze the devil himself James couldn't help but stare in horror at Lily Evans making her way up the table, stopping to talk to people along the way, although making it very obvious that James Potter was her destination.

"Sirius you aren't God, get over yourself."

All pea shooting activities came to a stand sill. "That's what you think; you shall pay for your remark!"

Ignoring Sirius' dramatics James promptly turned to watch the vision coming towards him…all the while shaking like pig in a slaughter house. Meanwhile Sirius was plotting revenge.