No More

Summary: Lily and James are in their 7th year at Hogwarts. Can she resist his charms? Especially when her friends fall in love with his friends…

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Sorry that I didn't update for (oh gosh!) a week! I've been busy with end-of-year exams and endless projects. I promise I'll update more regularly.

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Murder on the Hogwarts Express

Lily's POV

"Stell? Have you seen my Potions book?" I yelled, rummaging through my bookcase for the fifth time.

"No, sorry Lils. Have you seen the DADA book Rem lent me last week?"

"It's here!" Ad brandished the book wildly, almost knocking over one of my vases. Sheesh.

I finally spotted my book under the bed and shoved it into the trunk. Everything else was packed. I desperately wanted, and needed, a break.

"Lils? Can you help me with my broom?" A break. Yeah right.

Two hours later, we reached Platform 9 3/4, a good ten minutes early.

"Let's get a compartment before 'they' come," Ad suggested.

"You guys go ahead, I've got to brief the Prefects."

"Oh okay, see you in a bit."

I sighed. Why oh why did Dumbledore have to pick me as Head Girl? Wonder who's Head Boy. Should be Remus. Hope it isn't Snape.

I went into the Heads' compartment. The Prefects were already there waiting. Strange. Remus was talking to Nina. Nina was a girl in Gryffindor, in my year. She's one of my good friends. Both of them must be Prefects; the badges told me as much. So who's-

"Oh hey everyone! Sorry I'm late!"

I'd know that bloody voice anywhere. And that head of messy black hair. James Harold Potter, the biggest fathead in the whole wizarding world. It didn't help that he was Quidditch Captain.

"What're you doing here, Potter?" I very nearly growled, glaring at him.

"I'm Head Boy, Lilykins." He gave me a stupid goofy grin.

No. No way. Dumbledore must've been drunk when he appointed Hogwarts' biggest prat to be Head Boy. I mean, come on!

We spent the next fifteen minutes briefing the Prefects. In actual fact, it was I who briefed them. That blasted Potter just played Little Mister Handsome in front of the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw girls. I glared at them a few times during this period, but they just continued fawning over their idol.

Honestly, the sight nearly made me puke. I could've sworn one of them was literally drooling.

Sandy Brown, a girl in Ravenclaw who was my friend, said to me before walking out, "He makes any girl's heart turn over. You're so lucky Lily!"

I rolled my eyes. Luck? Me? Un-lucky more like. "Tell you something, Sand. He had a similar effect on me."

"Really?"

"Yeah. He made my stomach turn over," I said, loud enough for the whole compartment to hear. Sand just shook her head and smiled.

"You're so bad Lils!" Nina appeared by my side.

James' POV

"He had a similar effect on me." Lily said.

I perked up. Dare I hope-

"He made my stomach turn over."

My hair wilted. Trust the hair, Jamie, trust the hair...

"How'd you ever become Head Boy, Prongs?" Moony patted me on the shoulder as we walked out.

"No idea. But it's a pretty nice job, I guess."

"You say that only because you can eye Lily. And sleep in the dormitory."

"Really..." the job was definitely getting more appealing.

"Get your mind out of the gutter!" Moony laughed.

"Okay. Jeez." I changed the subject. "I bet Padfoot's gone crazy already. When I left, he was half-naked and screaming for something to happen. Probably in the shape of a female."

Moony raised an eyebrow. I hate it when he does that. I can't.

"Okay, so the half-naked part wasn't true. I bet he'll be screaming for Snape to pass by, by now."

Lily's POV

Lucky I brought my clothes to change. Took me about two minutes, but Nina managed to take up a good ten minutes.

"LILY! WE'RE IN HERE!" Ad yelled. Yeesh. What is wrong with her? I'm, like, only six feet away!

"Okay Ad. Don't get your knickers in a twist." I waved goodbye to Nina.

I went inside. And would've run back out if it weren't for Ad, who dragged me back.

"Explain. What. Is. He. Doing. Here." I demanded, through clenched teeth.

That... prat was in the bloody compartment. And I don't mean Black.

"FYI, 'He', was kicked out," Potter replied dryly.

I sat down in the opposite corner, trying to get as far from him as possible.

"Padfoot is crazy and Wormtail is staring out of the window at goodness-knows-what. Your friend Wilson went to help Moony."

"Whatever." Coward. Ask a girl to do his job? Pathetic.

Stell had left a Muggle book on the seat. I picked it up and smirked.

Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie. I had had lent this to Stell a week before. Agatha Christie was one of her favourite Muggle mystery authors.

As I flicked through the familiar pages, I kept thinking...

I could have written a book there and then, and I would have titled it Murder on the Hogwarts Express.

Instead of the twelve murderers, there'd be only me. And the victim would of course be Potter.

What a wonderful thought. Pity it couldn't come true. I didn't wish to go to Azkaban.

I sighed and continued reading.

END CHAPTER.

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