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 Three: Talking Pillows, notes, and big fellows

"Aw...aren't they just the sweetest thing?" I groaned and snuggled deeper into my pillow.

"Just like two peas in a pod." Another voice answered the first. I'm dreaming of future. My future house, home, husband, and children. I don't wanna stop dreaming. Make the voices leave.

I moaned again and pulled my pillow closer to me. It wrapped an arm around me pulling me in. I sighed in comfort. Suddenly my eyes flew open. My pillow's eyes followed my example. "AHHH!" I screamed as my pillow turned into James Potter.

"AH! EVANS! GET OFF ME!" I jumped out of that bed faster than a rabbit during hunting season. I blushed deeply as I saw Sirius Black and Remus Lupin staring at us with amused looks.

"This is not what it seems." I said quickly.

"Suuure." Sirius smirked at Remus who nodded in turn.

Potter rolled his eyes, "Anyone care to tell me what happened? All I remember is falling off my broom when sprinting for the snitch."

Sirius and Remus just shrugged so I answered, "Madam Portly said something about your broom going haywire." I blushed as I realized my t-shirt had been up and exposing my belly. I quickly fixed it.

James mumbled some curse words, "I knew I should have gotten a new broom this summer. I'll owl mom for a new one."

"Great." Sirius beamed, "You can use mine for the game on Saturday."

I coughed, "uh...I don't think so. Madame Portly said you'll be in here for a while."

"Who care what that old bat says, anyway?"

"That's quite enough, Mr. Black." Sirius shut his mouth at the sound of the "old bat's" voice.

"Madame Portly, I feel fine I think I can play Saturday."

Madame Portly lifted her skirt and walked over to James's bed. She felt his head, "You may feel fine now, Mr. Potter, but you never know how you will feel in the next ten minutes."

Sirius jumped up from the side of the bed, "That's ridiculous. How could someone get that sick fast? It's impossible."

Remus cleared his throat from behind Sirius, "I don't think so, Padfoot." Black turned to look at what Remus was staring at. James had past out cold again.

Madame Portly had explained to me what happened before leaving the other night. She said that The Great William Lochrin had tried to save James from falling, but unfortunately he wasn't the best wizard. He had mumbled the wrong spell. Fortunately, the spell did nothing; that is until Madame Portly gave James some potion to wake him.

Apparently to two didn't agree. Dumbledore had been outraged at William; so much he almost fired him. But they need him to remember the spell.

So, until they could figure out the spell, William had conveniently forgotten, James was stuck passing out every so often. Madame said it should wear off and his conscious time will get longer.

I glanced at the time. I had already missed Breakfast and I was going to be late for class if I didn't hurry. "Excuse me, Madame." I drew their attention away from the sleeping boy, "I'm going to be late for class."

She nodded, "You'll better go to class and leave Mr. Potter to me. I'll see you later Miss. Evans." I mumbled an agreement and walked off with two Marauders behind me.

"I think it's cute how you fawn after Prongs, Evans." Black called up to me.

I stopped short, "I don't fawn after him."

They caught up to me rather quickly, "So, you just accidentally fell into his bed last night?"

"No. I don't know how I got there. Maybe your precious boyfriend moved me there." The truth, I had no clue when I had fallen asleep last night. I'll I remember is lying next to Potter wetting his head and talking to him.

Sirius sneered, "He's not my boyfriend."

I shrugged, "Sure...If you're in denial." I smirked with pleasure as the boy let out a low growl sounding like a fierce dog.

"I'm not gay, Evans."

"Whatever you say, Black." I turned and head to potions. There was no way in hell I could make it to the common room and change clothes now. I was late as it was.

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I groaned and laid my head down. History of Magic had to be the most boring class ever invented. It was my easiest subject yet I despised it. My feelings about History have always been, it's done, it's over, it's in the past, lets all just move on. Unfortunately the school didn't feel the same way. I looked up as someone plopped down in the seat next to mine. It was Sirius Black. I stuck my tongue out at him and closed my eyes. "Very attractive."

I nodded in agreement, "I know."

Professor Binns took his place at the front of the room. He immediately began talking in his monotone voice. I lifted my head so I wouldn't be tempted to fall asleep.

Just when I was about to give up, a folded piece of parchment landed in my lap. I frowned and unfolded it.

'I'm not gay.'

It took all I had to keep from chuckling out loud. Sirius Black had a real issue with people thinking bad things about him. Now that I know this I might as well use it to my advantage, right?

'Prove it.'

I folded the paper back up neatly and handed it to him. He read it, looked up to meet my gaze, and raised an eyebrow. I shrugged and went back to trying not to fall asleep. My eyes widened as I felt a cold hand on my knee. It was moving upward into my skirt. I grabbed the hand and looked to see Sirius's amused face. I grabbed the parchment and a quill.

'NOT LIKE THAT!'

'Then how? There is no other way.'

'I don't know! I meant by wearing a pink shirt or something.'

'A pink shirt!'

'It's supposed to prove your in touch with your feminine side, and don't care what people think.'

'That proves bull shit.'

'Ok...If you're insecure about you manly- hood...'

'Fine, damn it. I'll wear the shirt to the next Hogsmeade trip. Though I still think sex would prove it better.'

I snickered and read the paper just as the bell rang. I slide it into my notebook and prepared myself for the next class; Charms.

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Finally Morning classes and Lunch was over. It was time for me to head back to the Hospital Wing. Being the sweet and wonderful girl I am, I had taken the liberty of getting all of James's books and homework assignments. I'm sure he's going to be thrilled. Mwhahaha...um...yeah.

So anyways, I looked to the time and noticed that if I didn't book it I was going to be late...again. And I couldn't do that now could I? I know it's wrong to run in the school hallways. No telling how many times they told us that at prefect meetings. No telling how many students I had given detention for it. So, I'm a hypocrite. Sue me...on second thought...don't.

I ran around the corner slamming right into a boy. Mine and James's books flew everywhere. "AH!" I screamed as my butt hit the ground.

"Stupid mudblood. Watch where you're going." My eyes met an alien pair of eyes. The first thing I noticed was his Slytherin patch.

"Hey...Don't call me a mudblood."

His glare hardened, "Oh yeah. What are you going to do about it?" He was a fairly...how can I Say this...oh well... He was fat, and had blonde shabby hair. Very ugly in my book.

"I'll give you detention." I sneered moving my hair to my back so he could see my prefect badge.

A smile played upon his lips, "Oooh! I'm so scared."

"You should be." A voice said behind me catching both mine and the boys gaze. It was Peter Pettigrew. I stared at Peter in shock. Did he know he just...kind of...sort of...stuck up for me!

He drew out his wand shocking me more as he said, "Maybe you should leave, or do you dare to challenge a Marauder?"

I rolled my eyes those boys were so cocky. What was with the Marauder name, anyways? And why could they only be in it! Apparently the Marauders where well-know. Even around the Slytherins. For the Slytherin boy, started to walk away mumbling 'Stupid mudblood lover.'

"I guess they'll never...uh." He cleared his throat seeming almost nervous, "They'll never stop calling people that." I nodded. It was now time for some awkward silence. That really long pause. I decided to cut it short by picking up my books. Peter helped.

"Uh...thanks."

He coughed again, "No problem. Um...tell James I said hey."

After handing me the books the boy turned and fled. I frowned. That was really awkward. I have been in Peter Pettigrew's class for six years and that was the most we had ever said to each other.

Usually we just said 'Pass the salt' or 'Could you hand me that?' during supper. This day was turning out to be really weird. I mean, I had actually almost flirted (I guess you could call it that) with Sirius without too many insults, and Peter Pettigrew had helped me. What's next? Remus pronouncing a love for me? I snorted. There was probably more chance of Potter doing that. I almost laughed out loud at that thought.

"Here's your homework, Potter." I dropped about three jumbo books on to the boy's bed. He moved quickly to avoid major pain.

"Hey, I do want to have kids one day."

I rolled my eyes, "It wouldn't have done that much damage, but it would have hurt."

"Oh, then I'm sorry I moved." He replied sarcastically as I tried to tie an apron around my waist. Madame Portly game me strict orders to wear this apron any time I was near James. As if I was contaminated with some foreign disease.

"Here. Let me tie it." I was forced backwards as James grabbed the strings and pulled me back.

"Thanks." I mumbled as he finished tying the bow. I turned around to face him,

"Did...uh... Did Madame Portly give you your...um...your potion?"

James nodded, "Yeah."

James sighed as I turned my back to him to wet a cloth. "I don't see why I have to stay here. I am perfectly-" He stopped short making me turn around. He had passed out cold again.

A/n: EEE I'm so sorry it took me soooo long to update! My spring break was this week, and I went to Colorado. I swear I will never go back. It wasn't the people. They were awesome. The place was awesome. It was more of me riding in the car for 54 hours that I didn't like. So Anyways, Thank you guys so much for all these reviews! You don't know how awesome it is. R/R!

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