Yeah, I figured out that there is only one head person per house, (thank you Siri's gurl, for the comment . I missed that part, unfortunately), but whatever. For the rest of you, this is my story. Deal with it. Fwahahahaha...

Anway, once again I don't own any of the characters, and if I get anything Harry Potter related wrong, it will most likely be somewhat of a small detail, since I've read all the books 5 times, except for The Half Blood Prince, which, incidentally, I finished the day it came out. Fwahha...

So, let's just pretend that there are supposed to be two heads of houses, one boy and one girl, and that they are Lily and Remus, because James is too much of an idiot to be head of house. Now that we have that settled, the story shall commence:

Chapter Two:

Even by the time I entered the great hall, I was still fuming. Actually I wanted to kick something really, really bad. You see the thing with us redheads is, we tend to get mad a lot. "Hothead redheads." And it's not even that we get mad anymore than other people, it's just that it shows. With the red hair, and red tinted skin. When one of us gets mad, or is embarrassed, it is impossible not to turn bright red. And then everyone knows we are mad or embarrassed, which usually ends up making us even more mad or embarrassed. I, believe me, am no exception.

This is probably why, when I sat down by Meg and Jen, Meg said, "Lily. Like, what's the matter? You look like someone poured ketchup all over you."

Meg seems to think this is amusing, but I'll never know why. "Because," I forced out, "James Potter is an insufferable, inconsiderate, idiot."

"Nice alliteration," Jen commented.

"Why's he an idiot?" Meg wanted to know, as if it wasn't obvious.

"He won't leave me alone! Doesn't he understand that I don't want to go out with him? It's like he's a stalker or something!"

"Ah, but it isn't stalking, friend," Jen said, "it's love."

"Psh."

"Yeah," Meg added, "Yeah. Luuuurrve."

"You two are no help whatsoever."

And of course, they grinned. I think that they enjoy seeing me as red as the Gryffindor robes. But anyway, the sorting hat sang his song, and the new first years were sorted as usual. However, he kept going on about unity between the houses, and how we shouldn't separate ourselves, which is ironic since he is the one who does the separating. Whatever. This brought several comments from the area of the Mauders.

"Unity my foot. Like we'd ever unite with them," Sirius scoffed, jabbing his thumb towards the Slytherin table. He looked at James expectantly, but surprisingly all he got was a nod. He, James I mean, looked sort of... almost... well, crestfallen. I'd never seen this look before. Arrogant, certainly. But crestfallen? Not so much. It made me feel sort of bad for yelling at him. Sort of.

The prefects led the first years' way to the dorms, Meg, Jen, and I following close behind. They wanted to get the best spots in the dorm. The ones with lots of wall space to hang up pictures. I got my own room, but whatever. I decided to help them anyway.

In a nutshell, they go they're beds, I put my junk in my new room, and everyone started filing away to go to sleep after much celebrating the new school year. I, however, stayed in the common room for a while, watching the fire. It's my favorite time of the day, late at night. That time of the day that's too late for people to still be up, and too early for anyone to have woken up yet. Around 4:00 o'clock, which it was about to be, due to the large amount of partying. It's sort of peaceful, knowing that pretty much everyone within a fifty mile radius is asleep.

I was about to drift off to sleep in the armchair, when I heard a noise coming from the top of the stairs leading to the boys' dorm. "Great," I was thinking. It was probably James and Sirius, creating their latest start-of-term prank. Last year they had completely filled the school with un-popable bubbles. What would they do THIS year? It was their last year to do something, I'm guessing it would be a doozy.

But then I heard, from the same spot, an exclamation of pain, and then saw a large round object tumble down said stairs. I rushed over to see if the object was all right, to find Peter Pettigrew. Remus is the only tolerable Mauder, but I think Peter might have turned out tolerable as well, if he didn't hang out with James and Sirius. He seems to idolize them, and yet, not really them, but more, their popularity. He was like a leech or something.

"Peter?" I half asked, half stated, but leaning towards the statement seeing as how him being the lump that had fallen down the stairs wasn't all that much of a surprise.

He got up and spoke, but wouldn't look me directly in the eye. "Oh, erm, I'm just looking for me rat, Lily. Sorry to bother you."

I sighed. I would feel sorry for him if he wasn't such a parasite. I would be surprised that James and Sirius didn't see that he only seemed to like them because they were popular, but frankly, I think they enjoyed the fact that he fawned over them.

"Accio rat," he said, flicking his wand the wrong way. I suppose it worked somewhat though, since I heard a distinct squeak coming from one of the corners.

"Accio rat," I thought, flicking my wand, practicing using spells by thoughts alone. His rat sped towards me, and I handed it to him.

"Thanks," he squeaked, apparently a bit loudly, since I saw James and Sirius's head peak down to where Peter and I were standing.

"Go to bed, you three," I said, trying to sound authorative.

Sirius rolled his eyes. "We thought nobody would be up! It's four o'clock in the morning! We were going to- Um. ...give ourselves facials," he said, smirking.

Now, I rolled my eyes. "I don't know what you two are up to, but you should stop now. It's late, you shouldn't be up."

"Oh," Sirius retorted, "and why, may I ask, are you up?"

He had me there. Because I felt like it? What kind of a response was that, even if it was the truth. "Because, erm, I was helping Peter here retrieve his rat."

"But," Peter said dumbly, "you were here when I came down."

I wanted to smack him. "More like rolled down," I muttered instead.

Sirius grinned, knowing he had me. "You! Lily Evans! Down here in the wee hours of the morning! You're supposed to be an example to us!"

I gave him my most dangerous looking glare. "Go. To. Bed. Sirius."

He laughed. But we aren't done putting together the- I mean, giving ourselves facials."

"Another prank? What are you going to do this time, blow up the toilets!"

"Good idea-"

"YOU ARE SO-"

But Sirius never got to find out what he was, because James interrupted. "Maybe Lily's right, Padfoot. We've had so many pranks in the past years, instead of having a big surprise one, we could not do one. That would be even more of a surprise. The teachers would start getting all twitchy, that'd be pretty funny, eh?"

Sirius raised his eyebrows. "What?" he wanted to know. "Are you turning into a goody two shoes? Jimmy? Come now!" he punched James playfully in the shoulder. "Whew! You had me going there for a minute..."

James' face remained expressionless.

"You...you can't be... serious..."

"Actually, you're Sirius," Peter pointed out. This was obviously not the time for that, though, based on Sirius newfound mood.

"It's because of HER isn't it?" he said, jabbing his finger in my direction. "Doing what Lilyflower wants, then? So a GIRL is going to ruin our perfect streak of ingenious pranks?"

"I-" James pleaded.

"Well, FINE! I'll do one without you! WORMTAIL!" he bellowed. Peter flinched. "YOU! You will help me with this year's prank! Come!" he said, and went swooshing up to the dorm, Peter following, blindly as usual.

James stood there blinking at the spot Sirius and Peter had disappeared to. I stood there blinking at him. He'd given up his treasured prank for me? Me? Lily Evans? And now his best friend was mad at him...

For me?

I laughed to myself. Maybe he did it for me, but the thing is, I don't even think he really likes me. The only reason he's after me is because I'm the only girl in the school who doesn't swoon at the sight of him. As soon as he had me, in the unlikely event that I would have ever let that happen, he would have dumped me, happy that he knew he could do it.

I turned around and headed to my room. "Lily-" he called after me, but I didn't look back. Not until he couldn't tell that I was looking back anymore, that is.

I took hold of my doorknob and then decided to peak back into the common room. Much to my surprise, he was slumped in an armchair, with his head in his hands. "Is it possible?" I was thinking. Is it possible that he really had just gotten into a fight with his best friend because he wanted me to like him? I wasn't the prettiest or most popular girl in our class. If he wanted pretty and popular, he could have gone to Meg. Is it possible that he really likes me?

Either way, I opened my door and plopped onto my bed. Suddenly I was completely exhausted...