Disclaimer: I own nothing that you recognize…blah, blah, blah… Summery: A/U. What if Lilly Evans wasn't Miss. Perfect? What if she had a twin? Lilly Evans and her twin, Linzey Evans, have just transferred to Hogwarts from another magical school. They're in their second year and quite the troublemakers. James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin—the Marauderers—are in their second year at Hogwarts (Peter isn't in this fic) when two beautiful transfer students arrive. They're in for a surprise when the new students threaten their position of "troublemaking kings". Then James falls in love with one of their new enemies…The fun begins.
A/N: :falls to knees in begging position: I'm soooooo sorry about the long wait for an update! Let me tell ya—training for Cross-Country Sectionals doesn't give you that much time to write…lots of 7ks…Plus its really hard to write almost got broken. Besides, this is the longest chapter I've EVER written.
Well, anyhoo—PLEASE R&R! ENJOY!
Aznangel4eva You will just have to read this chapter…and the next…
Blackness Angel Hmm…triple date? Now, what makes you so sure that Lily will fall for James now? And, Linzey and Sirius aren't going out…
katara129 Thank you VERY much!
Crazylily: Well, not necessarily…I could be mean and still make Lily not like James for a while…
Trixie's girl: No one can out-smart Lily Evans? Well, Linzey says she can. And she is her twin.
3musketteers: Really? Well, that's good!
Chapter Twelve: How to Go About Out-Smarting Lily Evans
Part One
From the Diary of Lily Catherine Evans
I think that Linzey is planning something against me…maybe with the help of Sirius Black (hate him-wish I could still call him Black, but that stupid treaty thing ruined that possibility) and Remus Lupin (he's okay). Wonder what it is. Determined to get to the bottom of it.
Also think that Liz has a crush on Mr. Black. Found a lose page of her diary. Said something all musy-musy about him. I've decided I'll make a plan to get the two together. They'd make such a cute couple! Hmm…Rachel can help as long as she won't tell Remus. And maybe James Potter could too (even though I hate him and he's the world's biggest prat…well, maybe he ties with Sirius). The plan would need somebody close to Sirius, and—as much as I hate to admit it—I think that I might actually be starting to like him (James—NOT Sirius). But not like like him...I hope…
I'm going to go take a walk. Bet Liz is somewhere planning…
Lily Evans………."Well, well, well. Look who we have here. If it isn't the prankster who caused all the painting commotion." A Slytherin 5th year snickered. The gang of Slytherins quickly surrounded the lone girl, yet she did not seem frightened…just very angry.
"Well, well, well. Look who we have here." The girl mimicked curtly. "That is so old! Get a new pick-up line, Malfoy. And while you're at it, sod off! Make sure your little idiot cronies join ya."…………
PART ONE BEGINS
James' P.O.V.
I was returning from…well, that's a Marauderers secret…when I found her. Lily Evans had turned the corner and looked at me with surprise in her beautiful emerald eyes. But, there was something else…fear? Or was it...pain?
"J-James. Hello. D-Didn't expect to see you around." She stuttered, her voice unusually shaky. There was something up with Lily Evans.
Walking up to her I asked, "Are you okay?"
Lily put her hand to her head. "Y-Yeah. Think so…j-just a bit…woozy." She sure didn't look okay. Lily swayed, having to take her hand off her head to catch herself on the wall. OKAY! There is definitely something up!
"You going to the common room?" I asked, advancing to help her steady herself. She nodded, then immediately put her hand back on her head.
Suddenly—I don't exactly know what happened—Lily was on the ground, fainted. I ran over to her…I hope I didn't do anything or else she'd kill me!
"Lily! Lily! LILY!" I yelled as I shook her. May attempts to try and wake the girl were no use.
I picked Lily up in my arms…but where to take her? There was no way he could get her back to her room—the Marauderers were still working on getting into the girls' dorm. The hospital wing was off limits, too. Madam Promphry had to leave earlier that day, so no one was there. Well, I could take her to Dumbledore, but…she doesn't seem too bad off. Maybe…yes, that could work…I'd take her to my dormitory!
When I got to the dorm, Sirius and Remus were nowhere to be seen. Hmm…wonder where those two went off… I laid Lily down on my bed and covered her up. Hopefully she won't be too awfully mad when she wakes up. Quickly, I made a pallet of the ground for me. I wonder what made Lily faint? I'll ask her when she wakes up tomorrow. That is, if she isn't too angry and storms out before I can say anything.
3rd Person
"This is good. Now we don't have to get her to faint." Sirius whispered under James' invisibility cloak—which he borrowed—to Linzey (who he happened to be very close to, much to the dislike of the girl) and Remus.
"Good?" Linzey whispered. "Good! Sirius Black, my sister could be hurt—not that you care about such things." She said spitefully.
"Linzey, I don't think that she was that bad." Remus whispered, trying to calm her down. Everybody knew of the Evans Twins' temper—especially Lily's (but Linzey's was no laughing matter either)—and he really didn't want to deal with it right now. With the full moon being so close and all.
"Yeah! And, I do care about those things, thank you very much!" Sirius defended himself.
Linzey snorted. "Oh, riiight."
"Come on, Linzey, Lily will be fine." Remus tried again.
"But…oh, fine. But I'm going to check on her before we put 'Part Two' into motion. I wouldn't want her to be stuck in there and be sick." Linzey agreed reluctantly.
"I'll go with you. So I can put on the charm and all."
"Thanks."
"Er—Remus? Where exactly are we going to sleep?" Sirius eyed Linzey hopefully as he said this.
"Dunno. We'll figure something out." Remus replied.
Linzey, as they started walking towards the Marauderers' dorm, noticed the way Sirius was eying her. "All beds in my dormitory are taken, Sirius Black."
"Darn." He muttered under his breath.
That night, a figure found its way into the Marauderers' dorm. Two of the tree beds were empty, the curtains wide opened. The figure moved to the only occupied bed, having to step over James in the process. It checked on the sleeping girl in the bed. Then, as if agreeing she was fine, the figure walked out of the room, shutting the door behind it. A voice muttered something before all was quite once again.
Lily's P.O.V.
'BOOM!' I was flung up the stairs, hitting the wall above them and falling flat on the floor. Gosh! That really, really hurt! Already my body ached all over. Then an overly tall man started walking up the stairs. I immediately felt frightened by his presence as I tried with no avail to get up. This man had red eyes and a thin, pale face. He had no need or use for a wand, I quickly found out; he must be really powerful. At the simple flick of his long, dead-like fingers I was lifted into the air. An invisible force grabbed around my neck' it—he—was choking me. Through my attempts at breath, I heard the man yell, "Avada Kedavra!" My body hit the ground with a 'thud'. The man's job was done' I was dead. Yet, as my heart slowed I heard something else in the distance. A man's voice. But, it wasn't the one who had killed me…it was someone else. "Stop right there! You will not get away with this!" The first man—the overly tall scary one—said back to the other, "You get out of my way, Potter! Or else you will enjoy the same fate as the two Ms. Evanses." The tall man raised his wand; the younger one followed…
I woke up in a flash, sitting up on an unfamiliar bed and sweating all over. But, as tired as I was, I did not have the time to see my surroundings and soon was enjoying a peaceful sleep—without the nightmare (thank goodness). Though, I did not fall asleep quick enough not to realize one thing—the dream had continued. It didn't stop where it usually did. And, there was a Potter…
PART TWO SET IN MOTION
My eyes fluttered open. Looking around the room, I once again noticed I was not in my normal bed. Then, I heard a soft snoring sound coming from the foot of the strange bed. So, of course, I went to check it out. Who wouldn't?
There was a boy sleeping on the floor. Glasses were lying carelessly beside him. All I could see of his physical features was a mop of messy, jet black hair. It was then, even as sleepy as I was, that I found out where I was—and who the boy was.
I was in James Potter's dorm in James Potter's bed with James Potter sleeping at the foot of it on James Potter's floor! Oh, Merlin! How did I end up in this situation! OH MY GOSH! Breathe in…breathe out…breathe in…breathe out…
After I calmed myself down I walked over to the door and opened it, ready to get out of this nightmare. And I never had to see James Henry Potter again—ever.
Huh—I wish.
What really happened was this: I went over to the door, having to step over that sleeping arrogant prat. I tried to open up the door with no avail. IT WOULD NOT BUDGE! Not even when I muttered "Alohomora!" did it open! Oh, Merlin! This is fantastic! I'm going to miss all my classes and—wait a second! Who cares about class? I'M STUCK IN A ROOM WITH JAMES POTTER! If he has anything to do with this…
"James Henry Potter! Get your butt up this instance!" I shouted in his ear. HeHeHe…sometimes I have no manners…
Well, good manners or bad, that boy sleeps like a rock! Just my luck. I'm gonna have to resort to different measures…"Lily says that she'll go out with you and do whatever you say." I whispered in his ear. Rock or not, that line sure did work. James shot up in a flash. And, do you know what he was wearing? Nothing but his boxers! Eeeeeewwwwwwww! I'm going to be scared for life! Though, he does look pretty darn good—WHOA! What in Merlin's name am I thinking! I'm getting crazier and crazier and crazier…Anyhoo, James Potter wearing his boxers didn't stop me from laughing my head off at the sight of his face when he realized what I said wasn't true.
"Hey! It's not that funny!" He protested as he got up. Still with his boxers on, mind you.
"Yeah right. Now, could you please get some pants on?" I said as I struggled to contain myself. (From anger of course—don't get anything else in your head!)
And do you know what that arrogant prat did? He just stood there and smirked! "Well, I didn't know that you were interested, Lily, looking at what I was wearing and all."
"Ew! Gross! Like I would even think of that!" Well, now that I've mentioned it…
"Are you sure?"
"James Potter, you pervert! I'm not in the mood to listen to your rambling about something that is most defiantly NOT true!" I replied fiercely. Most defiantly not true…
"Oh? Then what do you want to talk about?" James mocked. Arg! He's such a perve!
"Well, we could talk about how to get me out of your dormitory for starters."
"What?" Aw, poor James, all confused and stuff! Poor, poor James—NOT!
"You don't know! That idiotic door of yours has been LOCKED!" I screamed, getting madder every second. Remember now, I have anger management problems, its not my fault!
He just looked at me like I was crazy or something. "When that happens you usually open it."
I rolled my eyes at his arrogance. "Really? Well, thanks for the advice. I'll try that on the next door that isn't magically locked from the outside!"
"Oh. It's locked from the outside? Why didn't you say that in the first place?"
"You arrogant prat! That's what I was trying to tell you!"
"Well, you should have tried harder!"
"James Potter, do you want me to hex you! Because I will!" I threatened.
Well, that sure wiped that smug look off his face! He actually looked a bit frightened. Well done, me! But, then he turned witty again. "Well, uh, what do you want me to do about it?"
I realized that he was right. Though he didn't say it specifically, I knew that he meant that he couldn't do anything. Oh, well…that doesn't mean I can't say my own witty remark. "Nothing, cause that's all you can do!" Then I stomped over to the bed farthest away—Remus'.
I don't know what he did after that 'cause I wasn't about to look. It was about five minutes later when I let out the first sneeze. Oh, this is just dandy! I had totally forgotten with all the door business that today was the day to take my potion (which was in my room, mind you)! And guess which Marauderer's bed I just happen to be sitting on? So, in case my allergies started acting up, I stood up and moved to James' bed, positioned in the middle of the three. Which, I might add, wasn't that great of an idea—minus the fact that I wouldn't have a sneezing fit. James was positioned on Sirius' bed, so when I moved it looked as though I wanted to get closer to him—like that'll ever happen. And it would have to stay that way. I mean, I'm not about to go and tell James Potter about my allergies! Besides, it might give Remus away—and he'd kill me if that ever happened. Literally.
So, I went back to thinking of a way to get out of the dorm when—to my great delight—James walked over and sat down next to me. I heaved a sigh. There was no way that I was getting out of talking to him. Might as well make the best of it.
"Hey, Lily Flower." He said. Another nickname! He makes up another one every other week almost. It's starting to get annoying…
I raised an eyebrow and gave him a look that said, where'd you get that name? But at the same time it said, don't you ever call me that! "Lily Flower? No way."
James smirked. "Would you rather me call you honey-bunny or number 1?" He asked sardonically.
"Well…don't expect me not to hex you when you say it." James' face light up as though he had one. He has no clue about some things. Or should I say most things.
"So, Lily Flower," I rolled my eyes. "Why don't we get to know each other a little better? With some questions perhaps? There really isn't much else better to do." I just looked at the guy like he was crazy. So sensing defeat, James fell to his knees and begged. "Please!"
This time I looked at him like he was insane. Why did he want me to say yes so badly? It was a bit too suspicious. What was that boy planning? Well, it could be anything considering the thoughts that reside in is head. Hmm…it couldn't hurt…and I'm curious of why he wants me to say yes so badly…and it did sound better that just sitting around doing nothing…"Bring on the first question." I told him halfheartedly.
Quickly James got up off the floor looking a bit embarrassed. Though, it didn't stop him from grinning that famous grin of his. "Okay!" He said enthusiastically. This questioning stuff is beginning to sound like a bad idea. "What's your favorite flower?" Yup. This was a bad idea.
"Favorite flower?" I questioned uncertainly.
"Yep." James said smugly.
Just dandy. Something was defiantly up—but what? I rolled my eyes again before very reluctantly answering his suspicious question. "White roses." I saw James smile at himself as the answer came out. What was going on inside that boy's head? Or do I want to know? "My turn." I said dully.
"Shoot." This was going to be a long day…
"Out of curiosity, how did you and Sirius ever get to be best friends? I mean, talk about some family rivalry."
"Uh…well…we met on the train last year when he was trying to escape from his cousins. At first we didn't get along that great, but soon ended up being inseparable when we found out we both liked pranks and Quidditch." James explained.
I snorted. "Figures."
He looked at me with fake hurt. But, he quickly recovered and retorted, "You like those things too!"
"And your point is?" I questioned nonchalantly.
James just shrugged, coming up with another random and pointless question that he thought was worth our time. "When did you start playing pranks and Quidditch?"
Okay, maybe it wasn't as random as I expected…but it was defiantly pointless. I replied reluctantly. "Hmm…around the time I learned to walk for pranks—always was into trouble. Got into Quidditch when I was about…5 or 6." James seemed somewhat impressed. Interesting…but no time to ponder… "So, um, what do you wanna be when you leave Hogwarts?" I inquired lamely.
"Be an Auror." He replied, "You?"
"Auror. Somebody good needs to go into the field with this new 'Dark Lord' guy gaining power." I tolled him with false arrogance. That James Potter didn't catch the sarcasm though.
"Ah-ha! I knew that you had some inner arrogance in you! And you tell me that I'm arrogant!" James said as though he had found out some lost deep, dark secret.
"You bloody idiot! One, I was being sar-cast-ic. Two, you are arrogant." I had to hold in a gasp as I realized how I said it, almost in a flirty way—but still angrily! So, I had to turn my back to him so he wouldn't see me blushing. To think that I almost flirted with James Potter—who's supposed to be my worst enemy, by the way! Oh, Merlin I must be going crazy! Or I'm actually warming up to him…but that would be classified as crazy…wouldn't it? A picture of James and I dating popped into my head. That led to me laughing quietly in my hands.
"Er, Lily? Are you okay? I-I didn't mean it…y-you don't have to cry." James said sincerely. Crying! He thought I was crying! That made me laugh harder, to where you could actually tell. Peaking out of my hands I saw a slight blush begin to form on his cheek. And I thought James Potter never blushed! Hehehe.
"Your. Face!" I managed through my laughter. I could have sworn that his blush got redder. So, as you could imagine, I continued laughing my head off until I was practically rolling around on the floor (I get amused quite easily). No doubt James was thinking of some way to turn the tables so he was no longer in the spotlight.
"What happened last night that made you faint?" James inquired bluntly. My laughter died away. Darn. I knew he was going to ask that some time or another.
"It's a long story."
"Well," he motioned to the locked door, "we've got plenty of that."
I sighed. All laughter and teasing died when I replied, "If you laugh your dead."
TRANSFIGURATION—3rd Person
"Miss Evans, could you please tell me where your sister is?" Professor McGonagall said, noticing only one redheaded girl in the classroom.
Linzey stole a glance at Sirius and Remus, who were sitting across the isle from her on the only table of three. "I dunno, Professor."
The professor gazed once more into the eyes of the twin, but continued mentally checking row. There was no mop of messy, jet black hair in sight. "Mr. Black, could you please tell me where your friend, Mr. Potter, is?"
Sirius shrugged. "Got no idea." Luckily, the boy managed to hold in his grin.
Snickers came from the Slytherin side of the room. Obviously they thought something was going on between the two missing students. And, a lot of the school population began to think that as well when Lily Evans and James Potter were not seen for the rest of the day.
FLASHBACK OF WHAT HAPPENED THE NIGHT BEFORE
(What Lily is telling James)
Lily was coming back from her walk around the halls…it was getting close to curfew. Then, all of the sudden a group of students came walking towards her.
Oh great, Lily thought as she recognized the group. Just what I needed.
"Well, well, well. Look who we have here. If it isn't the prankster who caused all the painting commotion." A Slytherin 5th year, Lucius Malfoy, snickered. The gang of Slytherins quickly surrounded the lone girl, yet she did not seem frightened…just very angry.
"Well, well, well. Look who we have here." Lily mimicked curtly. "That is so old! Get a new pick-up line, Malfoy. And while you're at it, sod off! Make sure your little idiot cronies join ya." She sent a deathly glare in the direction of the group.
The Slytherin fumed. No one had ever dared to speak to Lucius Malfoy like that! Well, He thought, I'll show her.
Lily was quick to dodge the first curse sent her way…and the second…and third…and fourth… She cursed inwardly for not bringing her wand along for the walk. Then one of Lucius' cronies, though he wasn't that smart or talented, hit her with a Stupefy when she was paying attention to Malfoy.
The gang of Slytherins turned to leave, laughing at the sight of the troublemaker on the ground. But before they had a chance to turn down the corridor, a grunt sounded behind them. The group turned to see Lily Evans struggling to get up. Didn't we leave the charm on her? Lucius Malfoy thought to himself. Then he remembered who exactly put the Stupefy charm on her in the first place. Good 'ol Goyle, can't even do a stunning spell right.
The Slytherin, gang in tow, marched over to where the Gryffindor had finally managed to get up. "Next time you want to stun me and leave me there for humiliation, make sure someone who can actually perform a stunning spell stuns me." The Gryffindor said, a smug look on her face when she saw that her comment had gotten to the older boy.
In one swift movement of Lucius' wand, she was flying towards the nearest wall. "Ouch." Lily muttered to herself as she fell on the hard, cold stone below the equally cold and hard wall. Loud enough for Malfoy to hear, Lily scathingly said, "Come on, Malfoy, a first year could do better. I'm disappointed."…Lily had a problem of mocking her attackers, and most of the time it didn't turn out good. Just like her anger, she couldn't help it. Surprisingly, though, Linzey was worse than her…
"Ouch." She muttered again as her body once again collided with stone. Think, Lily. You gotta get out of here before they really do some damage. Come on…think! I'm on the 4th floor…secret passage down the hall…come on, Lily, get up!
Lily barely managed to escape from the Slytherins; using the secret passage she had only just discovered a few days before.
END FLASHBACK—Lily's P.O.V.
When I finished the tale of my oh-so-wonderful adventure, James' reaction was not as I expected. I thought he would double over laughing at the idea of me being beat and hurt, being my worst enemy and all (or at least he was supposed to be my worst enemy). But he wasn't even close to laughing. In fact, he was fuming! No joke.
"Did they really do that to you?" He asked after being able to speak again.
"Why would I make up something like that?"
"True. A-Are you okay?" Whoa! Did he just ask if I was okay? Is he sick or something? "Er…Lily?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm fine. Just a bit sore, is all." He doesn't look that convinced. What does he expect? Me crying all over him? Huh—like that'll ever happen! James still looks mad, though… "My, my. Is Mr. James Potter actually mad that the Slytherins attack me—and practically beaten?" I teased. "Especially since I fainted. But, mind you, Goyle's stunning spells aren't as easy to get out of as they're made out to be."
"No. It's just that you're a Gryffindor and fellow Gryffindors have to stick up for other fellow Gryffindors. So that's why I mad—because a Gryffindor got hurt, not Lily Evans." James huffed.
"Riiight. That was so convincing that it didn't even make since." I said, my voice monotone. Though, a playful smirk threatened to come out…and, unfortunately, I was unable to make sure it didn't.
Ha-Ha! You're warming up to him! Said a voice inside my head. (A/N: don't you just love those little annoying voices inside your head?)
Am not!
Are to!
Am not!
Are to!
Not!
To!
Not!
To!
To!
Ah-Ha! Told you so!
Darn, that always works on Liz. You were supposed to say not!
Well, since I'm in your head I should know the way you think.
Shut it!
Fine, fine…leaving…
Finally.
But you do like James!
Do not!
Yeah, whatever…leaving…
Stupid idiot voice.
Heard that!
Good.
Hey!
Go away. James is looking at me weird.
Ha-Ha!
Go away dog-gonit!
Hehehe…leaving…
"Uh…Lily…you okay?" James asked, waving a hand in front of my face.
"Yeah, yeah…I'm fine." I said, shaking my head in a way that I hoped would get that annoying voice out from inside my head. "Why don't you bring on the next question?"
…And the rest of the day dragged on. As it did so, I found myself somewhat enjoying James Potter's company, and he actually made me laugh a few times—okay, maybe more than a few. I was surprised at all the time we spent asking and answering random and pointless questions, but even more surprised that as the day went on I got less and less annoyed at the fact I was stuck in a room with James Potter for who knows how long. Maybe that voice was right. Maybe I am warming up to the infamous James Henry Potter…
(A/N: Just for your information: Lily did not just now start warming up to James. Its been going on for a while, yet she's been ignoring it. But, when she gets stuck in the room with him she begins to let herself believe that it is true.)
"Well, maybe we should, you know, get some sleep." James said after he finished answering one of the many random and pointless questions. Thank goodness that was going to be the last…
"Yeah." We sat in an uncomfortable silence for a moment or two. Okay, I really gotta ask this nagging question…"Where am I supposed to sleep?"
James shifted his weight uncomfortably beside me. "Er…wherever you wanna, I guess."
I was my turn to get a bit uncomfortable. "Well, you probably wanna sleep in your own bed…" And Remus' bed is out of the question… "So I guess I'll sleep in Sirius' bed." I finished reluctantly. Oh, I wish I didn't have to sleep in that prat's bed! Remus' would be perfectly fine; he's the only sanitary Marauderer.
James raised a brow. :You sure you wanna slip in Sirius' bed? 'Cause I was thinking you'd pick Remus'. He's the only sanitary Marauderer…or at least that's what you said."
Exactly. Thanks for making me feel a whole lot better about this whole 'sleep in Sirius Black's bed' thing. And now I've gotta make an excuse, dog-gonit! "Well…er…I don't really like the way it…er smells over there." I'm telling you—great excuse there. Not.
"Smells?"
"Well, yeah. I've got a sensitive nose for weird smells, for your information." Weird smells, my butt. Wonder if he's even believing all this. Be funny if he was…
"Sirius' bed doesn't smell so fantastic, either, you know." Nope, I don't think he's believing me…or at least he's suspicious.
"Well…" I racked by brain for more lies that sounded believable. "Linzey's bed doesn't smell that great…so I'm used to it." I smiled uneasily. I'm so totally lying through my teeth right now…
"Okay…" James said doubtfully. "If you're sure…"
"You're really not making this any easier, you know, sleeping in one of your friends' bed."
"Drama Queen." James muttered just loud enough to where I could here it.
"Excuse me!"
"Nothing."
I smiled. "Good answer. Wouldn't want be to suddenly get mad at you after we've had such a pleasant day."
"Humph."
I smirked at his reply, if you could call it that. "Drama Queen."
"Queen?" James mocked.
"Well, yeah. 'King' just doesn't sound right; so you're just going to have to deal with it." I replied in the same manner.
"Er…"
I smiled, knowing that he wasn't going to be able to win this argument. "Well, I'm tired, so I'm going to go to bed now." I stated, getting up from the bed, sighing as I did so.
"What you sighing about?" James asked, making his way to his trunk to get something to where to sleep (I had finally been able to get him to change. Though he put up a struggle, a hex or two usually helps. Which reminds me—I'm still scared for life.)
"Oh, nothing." I answered. "Hey—where're you going?" I questioned as he made his way to the opposite side of the room.
"Bathroom." James turned to smirk in my direction. "Unless you prefer me getting dressed right here."
I made a face, disgusted. "I'll pass on that one, thanks."
"You sure?" He teased, smirk still planted on his face.
"Just hurry up and change." I said, annoyed. "In the bathroom." I added as he started to take off his shirt right in front of me. Boys.
James came out wearing nothing but his boxers—again. At least he changed them; the last ones we're hideous. Wait—why am I paying attention to his boxers? Must be lack of sleep. But Quidditch has done him some good…I defiantly need some sleep.
The voice of James Potter interrupted my thoughts. "Like what you see, Lily Flower?"
"Dream on." I told him, making my way under the covers. James was right. This bed does smell bad—exactly like Liz's.
"You sleeping in your uniform?" He asked, also making his way under the covers.
"What choice do I have?"
"Well…you could—"
"Forget I ever asked you that."
"Fair enough." James turned out the light beside his bed, and we were immediately engulfed in darkness. "Night, Lily Flower."
"Night." Turning over on my side, I attempted to go to sleep. About five, six minutes past and still I was wide awake. I sat up quickly. "I give up!" I yelled, frustrated. "I can't freakin' go to sleep!"
A grunt sounded from beside me as James sat up. Must have woke him up or something. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing."
He looked at me in a way that clearly stated: You just woke me up so you better tell me.
"Fine." I agreed to his silent command. "Its just…well…I know this sounds stupid, but…I've never slept without Liz being in the same room."
"You slept without her last night." James pointed out.
"I blacked out last night. I don't even remember sleeping."
"Oh. Well, I could always knock you out."
I raised a brow. "Not helping."
"Sorry, but that's my only suggestion."
"I guess I'll just try again."
It took me a while—I'm not really sure how long—to get to sleep. Call me a pansy if you like, but it isn't my fault. Don't know how long I slept, either. Just that when I woke up, James Potter was standing at the foot of an oddly familiar bed…