A/N: Hi, this is Dobby, and I have done by best to write another chapter to my evil friend Winky's story. I have left a sorta cliffy for you too, Winky!

Disclaimer:

Dobby: As you is all knowing, we is working for Harry Potter sir, so we is obviously not owning him.

Winky: hic Is it over? Now can I have some butterbeer?

Dobby: Winky, the disclaimer is very important! We is not wanting people to sue us, or else we cannot buy firewhiskey!

Winky: hic Oh.

The entire Great Hall had fallen so silent that you could hear the dying candles spitting wax. James' jaw had dropped. Lily had visibly paled. Lucius Malfoy looked at Lily and smirked.

Lily was shocked.

Really shocked.

Really really shocked.

Really really really shocked.

Shocked and … disappointed?

What? thought Lily. But I thought Potter was Head Boy. Why Malfoy? Even POTTER is better than bloody MALFOY! At least Potter doesn't hate me. At least Potter doesn't call me a MUDBLOOD!

"…You will serve detention with Filch tonight. If you are done with your food, please go to the dungeons." Malfoy left the Great Hall, looking sulky.

"Where was I?" asked Dumbledore. "Oh yes, congratulations to James Potter, our new Head Boy!" There was a louder applause for James than Lily, because half the girls in Hogwarts liked him. The other half liked Sirius. Only the Slytherin table remained stubbornly silent.

James was relieved.

Really relieved.

Really really relieved.

Really really really relieved.

Wow! He thought. For a moment there, I thought Dumbledore was going to make MALFOY Head Boy!

James, grinning, walked up to Dumbledore and Lily. He looked at Lily and could've sworn for a split second that she looked happy. As fast as it came, however, it was gone. Her face was unreadable.

As the school got to its feet, yawning and stretching, Dumbledore said quietly, "Mr. Potter, Miss Evans, come to my office for a quick word before you go to bed."

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore," replied Lily.

"Sure thing, Prof.!" said James enthusiastically.

Lily rolled her eyes. Honestly, she thought, Potter's more childish than those screaming first years on the train, and that's saying something!

Dumbledore wasn't fazed. He merely smiled and walked down the corridor, both of them following.

Lily determinedly didn't look at James. She didn't really know how she felt about this. On one hand, at least she wasn't with Malfoy. On the other hand, she probably wouldn't work too well with Potter, either.

Who's worse? She asked herself. A guy you hate who calls you a Mudblood or a guy you hate who won't quit asking you out? She would rather have Remus or even Amos as Head Boy.

When they reached Dumbledore's office, he said clearly, "Blood-flavored lollipop!" The stone gargoyle jumped to life and they stepped into the office.

"What I wanted to talk to you about is the upcoming Halloween Ball. Traditionally, the Head Boy and Girl have always organized this. I trust that this year's one will be spectacular." He smiled at them, before continuing in a more serious tone, "The school needs this to take their minds off the Dark times ahead of us. Will you two work together to make this Ball a success? I wouldn't normally ask, but you two have a history of not getting along very well."

Lily reddened slightly. James looked sheepish. "You can count on us, Professor," he said sincerely.

"Very well, Mr. Potter. I was just making sure. You will both be living in the Head dormitories from now on. Good night."

Lily, who had been about to leave the office, stopped dead in her tracks. "Wait a minute, Professor," she said with an odd expression on her face. "We have to share dormitories?"

Dobby: AAAHAHA! I is evil!

Winky: Hmph.