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Lily Evans swept down the semi crowded hallway of the scarlet Hogwart's Express. Upon the chest of her black Hogwart's robes was pinned a gleaming silver badge proclaiming HG, HeadGirl. Silver accented with Gryffindor crimson flashed. Her fiery locks swaying as she stalked along. Her emerald eyes glinting dangerously. She was almost late to meet the HeadBoy and the Prefects. Lily did not like to be late. First years scuttled out of the Seventh year girls way, as did most other years. The older students flattening to the walls, they knew her temper. She was famous for it, that and her rows with James Potter. As always Lily had doned her School uniform at the soonest posible moment. Her friends had scoffed at her for this, they always did. She didn't care. Lily liked to be punctual.

Stopping outside the designated compartment Lily listened. She heard no voices. She must have made plenty of time then, that was good. Reaching out she allowed her slender fingers to grip the door. Pulling it open. The clunk as it settled into place. But, Lily wasn't paying attention to that. No, the fiery red-head's eyes were locked on the figure sitting and staring out the window. Touseled black hair and a lean body lounged there. Head slightly turned to gaze out the window at the scenery that was flickering by. Slowly said head turned as the door clunked open. The boy stared at her with world wear hazel eyes. Whoa...World weary? came the questioning shriek in Lily's mind. Since when did Potter have enough emotion to be world weary? Sure he calmed down an octave, maybe two, at the end of last year. In fact Lily had JUST barely been able to stand him for five seconds. That was an improvement, perhaps, maybe, not quite, but it'd do if it made him less of a berk. Less than a millisecond was that look in his eyes before it was gone replaced by the usual gleaming eyes full of mischief and the like. Lily scowled. Maybe she hadn't seen what she thought. Shaking it off she stood in the doorway. Her hands rising up to rest her knuckles on her hips. Her legs slightly akimbo, "What are you doing here?" she managed out. Though her voice was a bit more squeaky with shock then it should have been. She hoped he hadn't noticed. Show him an inch and the bloody boy took a yard.

James let a small smirk creep across his lips, upturning a single corner. It became obvious in that moment that he HAD heard that little squeak in Lily's voice. It was also apparent that he found it amusing. Though his true amusement was in the Prefects peeking over and around Lily's puffed up personna at the compartment. James cleared his throat softly, "Lily, the prefects want in." was all he said.

Lily whirled around and gasped slightly a hand flying to her mouth, "Oh dear, I'm sorry. Come in, please." she stepped aside letting the Prefects flow into the small space before seating herself across the room from Potter.

Remus, who was still a prefect, shook his head, smiling, and sat down next to James. Looking over at his friend when Lily was busy talking about their duties, which she did with gusto. Remus knew from the years before and James already knew from, well prowling the halls. He had memorized the whole affair. It helped keep the Marauders out of trouble, obviously! In anycase the two spoke quietly under their breath, pretending to listen, "So, I see Miss Lily wasn't to pleased to see you, Prongsie."

James sighed his hand going up and pressing the palm and heel to his forehead, pushing his bangs up and back, giving him a decidedly reverse Sirius Black look. His glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose to settle dangerously on the tip, "Understatement of the year, Moony..." he sighed out.

Remus Lupin patted his mate's shoulder comfortingly, "It'll turn out James, just look at Siri--Er bad example. Never mind." Remus leapt up as the other Prefects began to clear out. "See you at the school, mate!" he called back to James as he made his exit. James scowled a burn mark into the back of the tall, thin boys sandy blonde-brown hair.

Lily remained, as she was supposed to. Glaring very icily at a point someway above the seats oposite her. Had it been possible her mere stare would have left frost clinging to the wall. James vaguely wondered if the room temperture really had dropped and Lily was actually part Dementor. Potter sighed and turned his head. Looking out the window. His eyes going slightly unfocused, he could see his reflection and that of Lily's in a ghostly palor on the glass. His breath fogging it as misty tendrils twirled around outside. Lifting his right hand he used his middle finger to push his glasses back up his nose. Silence continuing to encompase the two Head Students for another few minutes, before Lily apparently couldn't stand it any longer. Lily cleared her throat, "Potter." she stated simply.

"Lily." came James reply. Lily flinched. She just couldn't get used to him saying her first name. He'd started near the end of last year. James turned and looked at her with his level hazel eyes. If Lily had, had less self-control she'd have been squirming by now, under that undivided attention sort of look he was giving her.

After a few long seconds of a staring contest, green eyes borring into hazel and vise versa, Lily spoke again, "Why are you here?" she asked boldly. Putting very heavy emphasis on the 'why' in the question.

Potter heaved a sigh. One of Lily's wonderful or curseable traits, her hard headed determination. Right up there with her scorching temper. He thought about it for a moment. He'd give her the truth he decided. He'd promised himself to stop being a cocky, self-centered arse last year. He had to keep at it. Looking at her he sighed, unconciously running a hand through his hair, forcing it to further defy gravity, "I don't really know myself."

Lily narrowed her emerald eyes at him. Watching him, observing, calculating his truthfulness. After a moment she threw her hands up and let out a long, loud sigh, "Thats it then? Dumbledore's gone mad, yeah?" she said.

James felt a little smile quirk his lips. He stood up slowly. Unfolding his lean height from the seat he had been lounging in, "Well." he said, stretching out fully. "Nows as good a time to start our Head duties as ever."

With that James Potter sauntered out of the compartment, to patrol the hall of the scarlet train, leaving a thoroughly confused Lily Evans behind.

Chapter One- Fin

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