Little Moments

Summary: Lily Evans was never paid heed to be the Marauders. Why should this year be any different? But there is one difference in this year; the six years are assigned to be a job shadow for two months. Lily Evans is assigned to be a Medi-witch. James falls off his broom and has to spend a few weeks in the hospital wing. Rated R for language and sex. R/R!

A/n: My first Lily/James story. I hope it turns out the way I want it to. I have so many ideas for it that I didn't know which one to do. Finally I decided to explain out how Lily and James got together, of course, and why Peter Pettigrew suddenly held a grudge against the two. Just what did drive him to do what he did? I hope to explain that in this story! So sit back and Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing…….

Chapter Two: I'm late I'm late for a very important date

"Good morning!" Sirius groaned as James plopped down next to him to eat breakfast. "How the hell are you so perky in the morning?"

James grinned, "Just part of my charisma." I took one last bite of my toast before throwing it down on my plate. How come I always sit by these prats? I need friends to sit with. I looked up and down the Gryffindor table before sighing. I had argued with everyone (minus the first years) at this table at least once, and they swore to never do it again. Oh well, that's what I get for being me.

"Did I tell you Sirius? William Lochrin is the person I'm following around for career class!" I now noticed James was dressed in Scottish quidditch robes.

Sirius faked a gasp, "No. You mean it's the same person it was last night!"

James rolled his eyes, "You're just jealous."

"Jealous? What do I have to be Jealous of? I have Professor Binns!" Sirius mumbled sarcastically before taking a large bite of an apple. I've had enough of them for one day. I need to get my books before class.

I stood up and started to grab my diary only Sirius got to it first. "Well….Well…what is this? A diary? You mean Lily Evans is a normal girl and keeps a diary!" He turned to James with a smirk, "Not only that it is in black lace. Tsk tsk, Evans."

He opened it up. My eyes widened with horror. There was nothing personal in there, but it was still mine!

"Sirius Black! Give that back, now!" I reach across the table for it, but he stood up going farther out of reach.

"Dear Diary," He began to read the first page, "Today is the first day of my fourth year, and I am madly in love with James Potter." I stopped dead in my tracks. It seemed like the world did. It doesn't say that in there! There was no James Potter in my diary!

"Black! You know good and well, there isn't a word of that in there." I huffed as the boy continued.

He turned a few more pages, "Today, James Potter smiled at me. Oh! He has a wonderful smile." He was faking a girl's voice that sounded nothing like me.

"Mr. Black, is there a problem?" My face flushed with red.

Dumbledore was standing over Sirius Black's shoulder looking at my diary! He took the book from Sirius' hands, "I believe this is yours, Miss Evans. And I might caution you about bringing it to breakfast again. It seems your fellow house mates have never seen one. Good day, Miss Evans."

"Good day." I mumbled.

"Well…that was-"

"Shut up, Black." I ran from the Great Hall before anyone could utter another word.

"Ok, class. Listen up. I'm only saying this once. Today we are-" Blah. Blah. Blah. It was the first day back! The first class of the first day back! And Professor Flitwick had a lesson ready for us to learn. Don't Professors have hearts!

Oh well, I can afford to daydream just one class. I mean, it's not like I don't have perfect grades. 'But you didn't get them by daydreaming.' An annoying voice in the back of my head reminded me. Ugh, I can't do anything with out my mind jumping all over me!

I glanced at Remus, who was sitting next to me. He was copying notes fast and paying good attention. Damn him! When did he become such a model student? I sighed and opened my note book to get a piece of parchment, but there was none. I had been in a rush this morning and completely forgotten to get my new pack. What was happening to me? I always had my stuff ready three days a head of time!

"Is that correct, Miss Evans?" I jumped up at the sound of my name. Oh no, Professor Flitwick was staring right at me. He's waiting for an answer! And I don't have one.

"Oh uh…" Come on Lily, 50/50 chance. Guess! "No. It isn't." Professor Flitwick stared at me. Oh god, I'm wrong. I can't be wrong. I want to die. Wait…Is he smiling at me? "Very good, Miss Evans. 10 points to Gryffindor."

I let out a deep breath and sat back down in my chair. "Nice save." Remus chuckled from beside me. "You're telling me." I mumbled going back to my daydreams.

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Stupid bell! Stop ringing! Stop it…I'll I want is five more minutes, please. I turned over to my left side.

I groaned as I felt something poke my side. I rolled over opening my eyes slightly. "Sirius...what are you doing in the girl's dorms!"

"Wake up, Evans. You're in the common room. " I opened my eyes fully sitting up. I frowned rubbing my head, "It feels like I've slept for an hour." I looked around for the time, "Must be about time for me to go to the hospital."

Sirius raised an eyebrow, "Didn't you go when the bell rang? Professor Binns already let me go."

My eyes widened in horror, "Oh god! How long have I been asleep!" Ignoring Sirius' snickers I took off toward the hospital wing.

I ran through the door to the hospital wing out of breath, "Madame Portly. I'm so sorry! I-"

She cut me off, "Your 50 minutes late, Miss Evans. The other students have gone."

"I'm so sorry. I fell asleep-"

She cut me off again, "I don't need to hear your excuses. I have a special assignment for you." She began to walk toward the back of the room, "It seems one of the boys in sixth year fell off his broom from sixty feet and is completely unconscious." She had now stopped walking and stood in front of a sheet hanging from the ceiling. "I was under the impression you were a very good student, Miss Evans-"

This time I cut her off, "Oh I am!" She raised her head and glared at me making me feel extremely small. "If you stay the night and take care of the boy, I will over look your tardiness."

"Oh! Thank you, Madame! I'll do it! Whoever he is...I will make him better!" She pulled back the sheet to reveal James Potter's unconscious form.

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I leaned over the unconscious boy. Unsure of what to do next. Madame Portly had to run to Hogsmeade for the night. She had left specific orders to wet his head regularly and talk to him. Talk to him...What the hell do you say to a sleeping person other than 'Get up.' As if this talking stuff really works.

I reached for the wet cloth. My shaking hand reached over and dabbed the boys head. He was burning up. Wasn't there some time of potion to wake him up? I ran the cloth over his head and down his cheek.

It's not as if he is going to wake up any time soon. As soon as he was cooler, I dropped the cloth back into the bowl.

I guess its time for the speaking part. I cleared my throat, "Uh...James? You awake? Heh...guess not." I studied the sleeping boy's form. He had a very boyish charm and looked very nice. Too bad his brain doesn't match his outsides.

"Hah...it's funny how you look so peaceful and nice here." I frowned, "I really don't know what I do to make you and the other Marauders hate me, but sometimes I wish I didn't do it. I said sometimes, mind you."

I sat down next to the boy on his hospital bed, "You know, something I've never told anyone...Our first year, I had a crush on you. You were so pleasant then. It wasn't till third year that you started making fun of my red hair and making stupid remarks. I wonder what changed you." I leaned closer to the boy. He moaned a little in his sleep and turned.

I smiled a little, "Maybe the talking really works." I watched his eye lids flutter open.

He moaned, "Evans?" I nodded slowly.

He groaned again, "You have something in your nose." He passed out again.

A/n: Thanks for the reviews!