Lily Willy

James Potter. Head Boy. I could not believe it. It must have been a dream. I pinched my hand and was displeased that I am not dreaming. I lean forward towards Remus, "What the bloody Hell, Remus?"

"Well," Remus, who had the grace to look uncomfortable, "Prof. Dumbledore assigned James to be Head Boy, Lily."

"Well, duh, but how the Hell did that stupid wanker become Head Boy?" I hiss at him, everyone but my friends and the Marauders oblivious to my meltdown.

James, who was sitting next to Remus, raised his hand, "Uh, Lily, the stupid wanker can hear you, you know."

By now, the food had appeared, and everyone were shoveling food down like no tomorrow, and Sirius managed to swallow enough food down to say, "Evans, you can't be that against James of being Head Boy."

I decide to say nothing and began to stab the food on my plate, pouting that pout that James so loves see. James calls that pout 'the little princess who was told she couldn't get a pony for her birthday' pout. That stupid wanker, he is. As I was shifting my food from one spot on my plate to another, I discretely observe the Marauders, or more specifically, a certain James Potter. He was not being as obnoxious as he usually would be at the Beginning of Term Feast. Instead of whispering fervently to Sirius about what pranks to pull, he was listening to Veruca going on and on about how excited she is to be here, and entertaining her by transfiguring his utensils into random items. For the first time, I see him smiling a genuine, warm smile, instead of the usual smirk.

I keep stealing peaks at James through the corner of my eyes until I see Tessa mixing her food. "Ugh, Tessa, that is gross."

Tessa gives me a look. She had mixed her chicken, corn, and mashed potatoes together into a single concoction. "Lily, it's the American in me. You can't possibly expect me to eat as properly as English people. You know I can't eat anything without making a mess anyways."

"Yeah," Peter pipes up, then notices the tiny mess around his plate, "well, some English folks anyways, look at Sirius." Sirius was a prime example of someone not at all proper, so he just smiled, making his cheeks bulge out even more so, as it was already stuff with food.

"Yeah, plus, it's good," Tessa says, defiantly. Suddenly, Remus reaches over with his fork and scoops up a small portion of the concoction and sticks it in his mouth. He looks thoughtful as he chews and swallows.

"Well, it does taste good," Remus says, giving Tessa a lopsided grin. Tessa blushes and looks down at her plate. I can't help but look at Tessa to Remus to Maggie sitting on the other side of Tessa. Maggie gives me a knowing look and nods. Awwwww! Tessa's got a crush! I thought.

Eventually, the Feast ended and we all headed towards our respective dorms. It was nice to have all the responsibility of instructing the first years on how to get around the castle and all to the prefects. I was so dreadfully tired. I walked along quietly as Maggie and Tessa talked about their summer and how they both had a summer fling to drool over. Hearing that part of made me sad for some reason.

"Lils, are you feeling unwell? You've been awfully quiet," Maggie asked, being the ever observant one.

I shrug. We were finally in our dorm, and I was debating what to wear to bed. "I dunno, it just feels like I missed out, you know? Having a summer fling with a cute boy you hardly know." I decided to forgo the pajamas and went with a cotton shirt that was so big on me that it went past my hips.

"Aw, Lils, we need a girls' night," Tessa says, pulling me and Maggie onto my bed, pulling on the curtains and placing a Silencing Charm, so the other three girls we share the dorms with wouldn't overhear us. "It must be really bugging you, you'd never let something like this bog you down."

"Yeah, you are so gorgeous," Maggie says. "You could have any guy you want."

"No, no I couldn't," I said, feeling even more depressed, and it's not even that time of the month. "I have never had a boyfriend. One day a boy would be all interested in me, flirting and playing with my hair, and then the next day he would avoid me like I'm the Bubonic Plague, taking on a human shape. I don't know what is wrong with me. There must be something wrong with me if Petunia can get herself a boyfriend."

"Oh don't be silly," Maggie scolded.

"Well….," Tessa began, "there is one boy whom I know for certain…"

"Oh don't you dare!"

"Alright," Tessa pouts.

I sigh. "Boys suck. I don't know why, but they do. Would you guys still love me if I moved to the country side and become a hermit? Or a nun, perhaps? Oh! I think I still have a pack of Pixie Stix in my trunk!" I crawl over Tessa and Maggie to the end of my bed and I flipped open my curtains and leaned over to open my trunk. Found it! Wait. Is that a hole in my underwear? I sit back up and close the curtains. "What?" I ask, seeing the funny look on my friends' faces.

"You are planning on sharing those, right?" Maggie asked, smirking.

"Oh, of course I am!" After dispersing my Pixie Stix, I found a Nora Roberts novel I have yet to read and decided to read in the Common Room by the fire. Seeing that no one was there, I proceed with my pillow and fleece blanket to the fire place. Wrapping myself up and placing my bum on the pillow, I immerse myself into the story. The thing about reading her books is that the female characters have the perfect man right there. Always there, always so good looking. Damn, my period is definitely on the way. No wonder I feel so miserable. Double damn! I thought.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I know Peter is poking me and calling my name. "Lily, what are you doing here?"

I try to stifle a yawn, "I was reading a book. What are you up to?" I put my book down and turn toward him. He took this as an invitation to sit down, and he did so. I notice he has a book, also.

"I got a book I wanted to finish, I'm almost there, too," he shows me the spot where is at in the large book. "It is a detailed research over the Muggle Civil War in the States, you know, back in the eighteen hundreds."

"Wow, you really must like history."

"Yeah, I do. I just find it interesting to learn about the things that have happened in the past. To learn how a union came to be the way it is now." Then Peter's eyes lit up. "Did you know, until English settlers settled the area, there was NO written documentation of any witch or wizard in existence in North America."

I never knew that. "Really? Wow."

"No one knows why though. But Native Americans were the only people living there, and they have their own way of preserving their history," Peter says. "Just because it was not written down, doesn't mean magic didn't exist there."

"Yeah," I sigh. "Peter, I am glad we had this talk. We've never had a real conversation and I want to say I am glad we had this one."

"Hehe, thanks," Peter says, blushing.

After a few seconds, "Want a Pixie Stix? All I have now are the red ones, and I really don't like the red ones, do you like red Pixie Stix? 'Cuz if you want you can have all the red ones."

I said it all in one breath, and it took Peter a second to process what I was saying, "Uh, sure."

"It seems uncharacteristically peaceful, unusually so, with it being the first day back," I look at Peter. "What are the Marauders planning?"

Peter just shrugs, "James and Sirius were planning on sneaking off to the Slytherin dungeons, but Veruca showed up, crying."

I gasp, "Oh, dear! What happened, why was she crying?" My heart went to the poor girl, who seems so bubbly and full of life, Just like James.

"She said the other first year girls were teasing her, saying she's too good to sit with them at the feast. Calling her names like stuck-up and snobby."

"That is horrible!" My heart really went to the poor girl.

"Yeah, James is going to have a talk with them in the morning. Right now, James is taking the floor while Veruca takes his bed."

Awwww, that was so sweet of him to that for his cousin! Oh! What is wrong with me? Since when do I think of James as sweet? Sure, he hasn't done anything yet, and yes, his head seem to have deflated a wee bit. And—oh forget it! I'm going to bed.

So, after saying good-night to Peter, I picked up my things and headed off. After tripping over someone's shoe and stubbing my toe a couple times, I fall into my bed and buried myself deep beneath the warm sheets and--snore

Morning, oh what a lovely thing, morning is. Oh how I just want to sweep it up and wrap it up in a bow. God, I am quite the morning person. I can't help it, I love mornings and I love school and I love learning. I need therapy, I thought to myself, as I stood scantily clad in only my bra and panties, laying out my uniform and school robe. Have I mentioned that I just luuuuurve Victoria's Secret?

 God, I am quite the morning person. I can't help it, I love mornings and I love school and I love learning. I thought to myself, as I stood scantily clad in only my bra and panties, laying out my uniform and school robe. Have I mentioned that I just Victoria's Secret?

After breakfast, me and my very grumpy best friends headed towards our first class: Transfigurations.

"Today, class," Prof. McGonagall began, "we are going to be working on Conjuring." This brought a cheer to the class, with it being one of the most anticipated lessons of our Hogwarts career. "If you were the good student I should hope you were over the summer," McGonagall pauses to look over at the Marauders, "you would have read that conjuring requires determination. Last year, Prof. Flitwick taught you to use non-verbal spells, correct?" We all nodded. McGonagall continued, "Conjuring will be similar to that. Conjuring things from mid air does not require you to say a simple spell, but to be able to picture the object in your mind and bring it to life. You have to think of that object and make it appear. Am I making myself clear, Mr. Potter?" Who apparently wasn't paying attention, and was not so discreetly talking to Sirius behind him. Wankers, all of them!

Startled, James falls out of the chair he was leaning back in. "Yes, ma'am. Sorry ma'am," he says, clearly not embarrassed. That stupid wanker. Wanker is a funny word. Wanker wanker wanker wanker…...

"As I was saying, when conjuring something, you have picture it in your mind and want it enough to make it appear. With time, practice, and patience, it will become second nature. Now, I want you start small and I will give you the rest of the class time to practice conjuring."

I turned to Maggie, enthusiastically, to say, "Oh this will be so much fun!"

"You're such a nerd," was all that Maggie said.

I just shrugged and began thinking of something to conjure. There was this teddy I use to have that Petunia had tossed into one of those outdoor toilets when our family use to go camping. Outhouses, I believe they were called. I was so sad because I had won it at this indoor, kiddie carnival my school held. I was only seven and that teddy was the first thing I had ever won. I picture a brown bear in a soccer uniform, with a stuffed soccer ball sewn to the leg. I flicked my wand, and all that came out of it was only some glittery dust. I looked over at Maggie, and by the glittery dust piling on her side of the desk, she wasn't having much luck. I heard a soft grunt of frustration coming from Tessa in front of me, so she must not be having any luck either.

It went like this for another ten minutes, and all that I managed was a thin piece of thread. I keep flicking my wand, picturing the toy in my mind. As I did that, I looked over at the Marauders. It was only James, Remus, and Sirius in the NEWT class, since Peter didn't get the 'Exceeds Expectations' required for the class. I notice that James seem to be doing just fine, with the snitches he was able conjure. Grrr, James, Grrrr!

The class room was quite unbearably hot, so every one took off their outer school robes, James included. It was when James un-tucked his white dress shirt—for some reason, he chose not to wear the gray sweater most of the boys were wearing over their dress shirts, but the girlish part of me wasn't complaining—and began to reach up his shirt to scratch a particular hard to reach spot on his back that I noticed that he had nice back muscles. While I was watching James loosen his tie—I also noticed that he has nice neck and shoulder muscles sigh—Maggie started choking back giggles and began to pull on my sleeve.

"What is wrong with you, Mags?" I ask, not taking my eyes off of James.

In the corner of my eye I saw Tessa turning around, "What are you two fussing--" and she too starts giggling. Nutters. But it was when Prof. McGonagall stood in front of me that I broke out of my reverie. I look up and see amusement in the professor's usually scornful eyes.

"Is something wrong, Professor?" I ask her, innocently.

"Well, would mind explain the pile in front of you?"

I look down, and it took every piece of my being to keep myself from screaming bloody murder. I have never felt so embarrassed in my entire life, not even when, during winter holiday fourth year, my skirt got tucked into my panty hose, exposing my cotton knickers! And you are wondering what could appeared on my desk. Oh I'll tell you what.

A PILE OF TROJAN RUBBERS!

A/N: Well, I hope that was a good chapter. But only one review? I feel so unloved. Pouting…see that I'm pouting. Anywho, to my one and only reviewer, thanks mucho grande, it was greatly appreciated. I thought it was funny too. As for being well written, I hope you didn't mean grammatically. As for Tessa's messy eating habits, that's a little bit of me I'm putting in there, and i don't know if English are all that proper when they eat, so don't bash me for that, please!