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Violets are blue,

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But that isn't true!

Chapter Three: Rainbow

The feast proceeded as usual; no spontaneous combustions, nothing exploded, any insane kleptomaniac urges to hold Dumbledore's chalice hostage for Dorito's were kept under control. After the Marauders finished their fifth helpings, Dumbledore stood up, gave his little spiel, and dismissed the students. James and Lily reported to the Head Table as their letters had instructed them to.

Professor McGonagall strode towards them. Lily straightened and tried to look as responsible as possible, while James just grinned at the Transfiguration teacher, who gave him a small smile in return, and nodded to them both.

"Being a Head of Hogwarts is a position that holds certain responsibilities, and, as such, certain privileges as well. The two of you will be organizing the patrolling schedule for prefects, planning trips to Hogsmeade, and plan the Graduation Ball for seventh years. You also have the liberty of not having a curfew, you are capable of taking points from Houses, and the two of you have your own common room and individual rooms. If you will follow me, I will show you to your portrait hole." Professor McGonagall led them out of the hall, up seven flights of stairs, and through several corridors before coming to a stop before a portrait depicting several wizards dressed in colonial clothing playing poker. One of them looked up curiously and inquired, "Password?"

"Shaben damas," Professor McGonagall replied. Lily stifled a laugh. James looked at her, and she shook her head, indicating that she would tell him later. The portrait swung forward on well-oiled hinges, and the professor smiled at the two Heads, then left. James pretended to hold the picture open for Lily, who, to his surprise didn't glare or shake her head, but instead smiled slightly. He hoped that meant he was growing on her, because if she kept as strictly to the rules as usual, he was in for a very boring year.

Once inside the common room, Lily stopped and stood stock still, causing James to run straight into her. He looked slightly disgruntled. "You know, Lils, usually it's not an overly brilliant idea to just stop where you know someone else is going to be walking. Not that I mind bumping into you, on the contrary, it's just―" He paused. Lily had yet to turn around and smack him across the face. He leaned around her to see the room. "Blimey," he whispered softly.

The room was gorgeous. It was only slightly smaller than the Gryffindor common room, and it had been painted a pale honey color, with crème-colored curtains and a golden couch and loveseat, and two overstuffed burgundy armchairs. There were also identical cherry wood desks, and one matching bookshelf. Several pictures hung on the walls. In the center of each of the two windows were facets that made rainbows dance on the windowseats in sunlight and beige carpet, you know that color that doesn't stain no matter how much Coke you spill on it. Everything flickered merrily in the light cast by a fire in the grate. James rested his head on her shoulder. "Pretty, huh, Lils?" he asked.

"Don't call me Lils," she said pushing him off. She walked the rest of the way into the room and spotted a hallway. "What's down there?" she asked. James looked at her. "Well, I would assume we have bedrooms and a bathroom," he replied. "Unless, of course, you want to sleep out here."

Lily smiled again, and James looked at her worriedly. "Are you sick?" he asked. "No…" she replied, mystified. "Are you sure?" he asked again. "Because that makes twice that you've smiled at something I said. Or have you finally come to your senses and realized how brilliant and charming I am?" he asked excitedly, looking exactly like an excited little puppy. Lily laughed at him, shook her head, and walked down the hallway, stopping in front of a door. Her finger traced the gold engraving: Lily Evans, Head Girl.

James looked at her just standing there, looking at the door. Didn't she want to go in and actually see her room? he wondered, then, shrugging, walked up to his own door and opened it. The room was painted blue, but that was about all he noticed before dashing in and throwing himself on the bed, and promptly standing up and jumping. Boing…boing…boing…

Lily had watched him for a few seconds, then turned back around, shaking her head, and opened her own door. Three of her walls were lilac, but the fourth was a beautiful collage of several different pastel colors that blended into one another perfectly. Forget-me-not, pale pink, lilac, granny smith apple… Her comforter was a lovely flower print and she had several throw pillows that matched her unique wall. Her trunk was at the end of the bed, with a quilt on top of it that was a nice dandelion color. She was about to examine her oak dresser when she heard a shout from James.

"Hey, Lily! I think I found a secret passage!" he yelled at her. She shook her head, and went to open a door. She suspected it led to the bathroom, because the other door was transparent, and obviously led to a balcony. She pulled open the door to reveal what was, indeed the bathroom, and James, who had apparently been trying to open the door to her room, convinced it was a secret passage.

"There might be a passage to somewhere in the common room. If you really wanted to know if you could find one, you could ask the portraits," Lily told him, smiling again. He grinned at her.

"That makes three!" he told her, grinning wider.

"Three what?" she asked.

"Three times you've smiled at me," he replied. "Does that mean you'll go out with me?" he asked hopefully.

"You wish," she answered.

"Well, duh. I've been wishing that for the past six years," he informed her, as she rolled her eyes.

"So what all's in here?" she asked, changing the subject. James then proceeded to give her the grand tour of their bathroom.

"Well, over here on the right we've got the necessary toilet, and next to that is the sink. Up above that is the mirror and medicine cabinet, which is empty. On your left is the shower and towel rack, and I think this gigantic swimming pool thing is supposed to be a tub. Not sure about that though." Lily looked at the 'swimming pool thing' and its numerous taps. She bent down to turn one on. It poured out blue bubbles that didn't pop when she poked them, and water. She tried several more taps, each pouring out different kinds of bubbles and water. (Like the prefects' bath in Goblet of Fire.) There were some purple clouds that Lily liked, and James thought some white foam might support his weight, so he ran a couple steps and jumped on top of it, and bounced off, and splashed water everywhere, thoroughly drenching Lily, although not nearly as much as himself, which made sense as he was entirely submerged.

He came up spluttering and laughing, while Lily just sat there, shocked. James took the opportunity to grab her and pull her in with him. Her shriek echoed off the walls a couple of times, but she came up laughing, too. James grinned and climbed out, offering a hand to help Lily as well. To his surprise, she took it, and let him pull her out of the tub.

"Let's go see about a passage in the common room!" James decided, grabbing Lily's hand and dashing through his room back into the common room, as she protested about not wearing proper clothing. He walked up to a picture of a little girl running and laughing in a meadow. "Are there any secret passages in here?" he asked politely, smiling at her. She giggled and blushed, pointing a picture of a Victorian era lord and lady having a picnic.

"I think there's one behind the Duke and Duchess over there," she said shyly. Lily smiled and thanked her as James dashed across the room. She joined him, just as he was telling them, "a stag." She looked at him questioningly.

"It leads to the kitchens. The Duke and Duchess of Soufflé are just asking us each a question that only we would know, and then we pick a password," he told her.

She smiled. "Soufflé?" she asked.

The Duchess shook her head. "It does lead to kitchens, after all," she said. "Idiot over here thought soufflé was funny, and Monsieur Dumbledore liked it as well." Lily smiled at her sympathetically. "Now dear," she said, "exactly what time is it that you always wake up at on the 14th of every month?" the duchess asked.

"6:39," Lily replied. James gave her a look that said, 'How do you remember these things?' The duke chuckled.

"So, what's your password?" he asked.

"How about chocolate éclair?" James asked. Lily laughed softly.

"Alright," she said.

"Chocolate éclair it is!" the duke exclaimed, beaming at the two Heads. "Wanna go down now?" he asked.

"Yeah!" James said, eyes sparkling. Lily just rolled her eyes and shrugged.

"I'm going to read a book," she said, turning to head to the book shelves.

James caught her arm. "Come with me?"

"I haven't read since the train ride here," Lily pointed out.

"So?"

"So, I like to read."

"Betcha they have cookbooks in the kitchens."

"I would really rather read a good novel."

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaase?"

"Give me one good reason. And it has to be good." James grinned at her.

"You get to spend time with me. Chocolate éclair," he told the painting, which swung open, and he dragged Lily through. "You walked into that one," he told her grinning, but there was virtually no light in the passage so it didn't matter if he was grinning or glaring.

"That's not a very good reason," Lily protested. "And you can let go of my arm n― OW!" She had walked straight into a wall, because they couldn't see the turn ahead.

"This is ridiculous―Lumos!" James muttered, and pulled Lily around the curve, still not letting go of her arm. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern in his voice. She had said "OW!" pretty loudly. "I'm fine," she told him, rubbing her shoulder. "And you really can let go of my arm," she added. "But I don't want to," James said stubbornly.

"C'mon, Potter, give it back!"

"No."

"Why not?"

"It's my hostage."

"What for?"

"Hmm." James thought about it. "I'll give you your arm back if you quit calling me Potter," he said. Lily looked at him.

"Then what am I supposed to call you? Numbskull?" she asked.

"I am not a numbskull!" James said, pretending to take offense.

"Are too." Lily said.

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are ― why are we doing this?"

"You started it."

"Did not."

"Did too. You called me a numbskull."

"Well, if I can't call you Potter and I can't call you Numbskull, what am I supposed to call you?" Lily asked, although she thought she knew the answer.

"You could call me James. That's my name, see." He nodded wisely.

"Alright…James." He released her arm and grinned at her. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?"

A/N: Well, there y'all go. Chapter three. It was going to have more to do with rainbows, but I figured this was long enough, so that'll be in the next chapter. Please review and tell me if there are any typos I should fix! I would also appreciate general opinions. Do you think They're becoming friends too fast? 'Cause I can always get them into a big fight or something, but I really would rather not. I think there'll be a lot of little arguments, though, because they've always struck me as the kind of couple that thrives on arguing. Please let me know about anything you think is wrong! I also reposted the first two chapters with my new and improved rhyming disclaimer.

Luff ya,

Ab