1Disclaimer: My friend said that I should put a disclaimer so that they don't delete my story or something so here it is: I DON'T OWN LILY, JAMES, SIRIUS, REMUS, ALICE, FRANK, OR ANYBODY ELSE, except all the girls who changed color and stuff in chapter two. Those people are mine
Okay, something that is confusing some of you readers, is who am I talking about when I say Lily and James and blah blah, SO, heres an example of how to understand:
"Charm's is behind me, isn't it?" asked Lily. This is LILY IN JAMES' BODY! another example:
"She's serious, mate." said James. THIS IS JAMES IN LILY'S BODY. When I type Lily that means that the REAL LILY is talking. The Lily that is now in James' body. When I type James that means that the REAL JAMES is talking. The James that is now in Lily's body.
I hope that clears everything up!
Thank you everyone for reviewing! Here's chapter three:
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"Okay...let me get this strait," said Sirius stuffing some of his roll in his mouth and swallowing it slowly, "Yesterday, when James performed the charm we were working on, it somehow made you two–" he paused to point at Lily in James body and James in Lily's, "switch bodies?" everybody nodded lazily; Sirius had been asking the same questions all through dinner and it was starting to get on their nerves.
"I think you're all lying." Alice and James groaned into their hands and Lily and Remus rolled their eyes. again.
"Sirius!"
"I'm sorry! I just cant believe you guys!" he said folding his arms.
"Fine." said who Sirius thought Lily was. "Ask me something only James would know." Sirius looked hesitant, squinting his eyes back and forth between Lily and James then finally, after a whole minute of just staring them, he awkwardly cleared his throat.
"Um...how many girl friends have I dated?"
"Since what year?"
"Every year." the four friends rolled their eyes at him again.
"Sirius, everyone knows that! You clearly posted it on the message board in the common room yesterday."
"That was a lie though! I only put that up to look modest!" he said un-folding his arms and settling them on his hips like a girl. He faintly heard squeals from the Hufflepuff table behind him.
"One thousand is modest?" asked Remus.
"Okay." said James ignoring Remus(Sirius turned to him sharply thinking Lily was about to answer) he looked thoughtful and was counting off things on his fingers mutely but his lips were moving rapidly. He stopped his analyzing for a second and looked at Sirius.
"Does this include flings? One-nighters? Ten-minute girls?" everyone stared at James incredulously and Sirius looked appalled for a second then nodded his head. Who everyone else in the hall thought was Lily started to count in her head again, she suddenly smiled and tuned to Alice.
"How many days are there in a school year?" he asked and she raised an eyebrow as she answered,
"Two hundred and ninety seven." he thought for another second and Remus was almost laughing at Sirius' slowly reddening face.
"In all, counting all of those things and the summer—" everybody sub-consciously leaned in, felling revolted in their actions a second later.
"One thousand eight hundred and forty six."
"Wow, flower," Lily frowned at the nickname he used for her but was calling James, "you're good! Is that really how many? I need to go change something on the message board in the common room! Be right back! Oh and Prongs," he said turning to Lily before he left, "Johnson said to remind you that he scheduled a last minute practice tonight. Bye, fellow and noble friends!" he saluted them then ran out of the hall, followed by the squealing Hufflepuff girls from minutes earlier. The color slowly drained from the red heads face. Lily however swung around to confront him.
"What's he talking about? What practice?" but in the back of her mind she already knew the answer, though desperately did NOT want to admit it.
"Quidditch..." James moaned into Lily's manicured hands. Lily's now hazel eyes started to widen almost to the point of bulging. What Lily didn't realize before was, when one becomes a Potter one MUST have something to do with quidditch. When she had been forced to take James' body, that meant she had to take the entire package that came with it.
"You HAD to be on the bloody team, didn't you!" she hissed. He just nodded, wishing he could slip under the table if she just looked away. He did, however, summon enough courage to ask.,
"Guess we should start practicing tonight, huh?" he dodged a spoonful of shamed.
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"Ouch, Potter! That was my foot!" came a deep voice from under a silvery invisible cloak. "Where did you get this cloak anyway?" hissed the deep voice. After the two students silently passed a teacher and entered into the sunlight outside did a girls voice answer.
"From my dead father." she said in a dead voice. Lily suddenly wished she hadn't asked. She deposited of the cloak once they were in the safety of the locker room. She set it down on the bench and looked at him shamefully.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to ask."
"Don't be. I was only kidding." he said with a smile. She grabbed the end of one of the brooms and immediately wacked it across the back of his head. He rubbed the shiny red hair tenderly.
"That hurt!" then he noticed the broom she was still holding in her hands and his eyes widened in shock.
"You could've broken my SILVER ARROW!" he snatched it out of her hands, rubbing it as if it was a baby. She glared and put her hands on her hips.
"Well, breaking it wouldn't be necessary if you wouldn't vex me!"
"Fine." he said and set the broom down, softly though, treating it gently like before. He reached out his right hand and said,
"Truce?" She couldn't help smiling, but still rolled his beautiful hazel eyes, staring into her own green ones.
"Truce."
"Good." he said slapping his hands together and rubbing them. "We have to train you to be a star chaser, the star chaser, for tomorrow's game against those nasty Slytherins. Have you ever played before?"
"I thought you were my stalker and was supposed to know everything about me?" she smirked.
"Just answer the question."
"No."
"Why not!"
"NO, I have not played before." His face started to match his hair.
"Oh, okay. Well, do you know how to ride a broom?"
"Yes."
"Well, there's a start." he reached up to rub the back of his neck in worry when he noticed there was too much silky hair blocking it. He dropped it frustrated.
"Where do you keep those tie things to keep up your hair?"
"Check your wrist."
He lifted his arm and pulled one of the rubber bands off. He pulled the hair back into a messy low ponytail and had flyaway strands all over the front.
"It doesn't look like this when you girls do it." Lily rolled her eyes.
"Come here, let me fix it." He walked up to her, turned around, and she started to pull the thick red curls into a tight ponytail, on the top of his head.
"There. Are we ready now?" He nodded and they exited into the bright sunshine.
"Okay," he looked up at the sky, "Sunny, might blind you but at least its not raining, temperature seems okay, not to cold, but a little on the warm side, very light breeze which shouldn't throw you off your broom—looks like a great day for practice!" he finished looking up at her smiling. She rolled the hazel eyes that she was slowly getting used to and mounted her broom, taking off and streaking throw the sky. James just watched, open-mouthed, on the ground as she did loops and hard turns, and a sharp intake of breath as she flew right through the middle golden hoop on the opposite side of the field. She dismounted on the ground, smirking at his open mouth which he quickly shut seeing her expression.
"I think we might be able to pull this off." he said after several still moments.
"You think!" he heard his familiar voice ring out as she shot into the sky again and he followed her this time.
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"Welcome Gryffindors and Slytherins to the first Quidditch match of the season!" a prominent boom of roars sounded immediately in the stands of the Hogwarts Quidditch Stadium, as anxious and exited students listened to the commentator as he began to shout out the names of each of the team members on both sides.
Lily heard James' name being shout out in the commentators voice and took a nervous gulp. Suddenly the door to the changing rooms burst open and Lily almost dropped James broom at the site. James (though all the boys in the changing room whistled because they thought it was Lily) trudged up to him with a frown on his face that didn't suit her. He reached up for the high collar of the Quidditch robes Lily was wearing and yanked her down to eye level.
"So help me Potter if you don't win I am sure I will have to burn off your nose with a flame thrower cause I have a bet going on you and," she said in a whisper, "I have a reputation to hold up. So you better not screw it up or else." He let go of her collar and Lily tried to look casual but could only muster a week grin.
"I-I'll do my b-best Evans." she stammered and quickly slapped herself mentally for that. James didn't stutter...at least, she didn't think he did; how was she supposed to knowhow his tongue tied at the mere mention of her name between his mates? She just nodded to him.
"Oh, and-" he paused on his way out the door to look at each of the boys, "nice tan boys." he smiled wickedly as he shut the door. At this Lily face flushed. She would NEVER had said that! After listening to the whistle's and new conversation between the boys in the locker room for thirty, whole, long, excruciating, seconds, it was time to go out.
"And here comes the Gryffindor team in red!" More then half of the stadium rose with screams of encouragement and...other things...and of course, from the other side of the stands, the traditional boo's from the Slytherins.
"And the Slytherins, in green." said the commentator dully before winking to James. Lily smiled and winked back. What else was she supposed to do? Make the opposing stands chant 'We hate Slytherins"? She focused on the task at hand. Madam Bate signaled for the captains to come forward to shake hands. Nobody on the Gryffindor side moved as the Slytherin, confused, stepped awkwardly up to Madam Bate. Then, one of the Gryffindor chasers shoved Lily, pushing their shoulder into her back, and she stumbled forward, barely catching herself before falling. All of the Slytherins laughed and even some Gryffindor supporters couldn't suppress a snigger. Four particular Gryffindors groaned heavily, one with long flowing red hair almost cried into his hands.
Lily shook hands with the captain, unluckily witnessing how hard he could squeeze his hand, then mounted her broom with the other thirteen players. She waited anxiously counting the moments as Madam Bate put the shiny silver whistle to her lips—
The Slytherins shot into the air before the whistle and Lily, angrily, flew up with them a half second later, followed by her now furious team mates. After two minutes of blowing the whistle trying to get all the players back down to start over and do it right, Madam Bate gave up and released the quaffle, bludgers, and–golden snitch, which immediately disappeared as though it had dissaperated. But that was impossible because it was an inanimate object—
Lily stopped her musing to focus on actually finding it.
"Quaffle goes to Slytherins, darn, and they're streaking up the pitch–no! Shacklebolt's snatched it clean out of Avery's hands with a nice flippy thing, landing on his broom which had flown underneath Avery unnoticed as he jumped and stole it–yes professor, I'll back to the commentary, Shacklbolt passes to Bell, who passes to–Hannah watch out for that bludger! Thanks Robinson, Hannah streaks up to the goal posts–she makes it! Ten nil to Gryffindor! Slytherin in possession–"
Lily searched frantically for the snitch. Practicing with James had been easy–they had started out with him throwing golf ball in the dark and Lily catching them, to try and sharpen her sight, which had improved nicely since their first practice. After two team practices, Lily had them convinced that she was as good as James was, maybe even better, as she noticed several of the team mates watch in awe as she caught the snitch after only ten minutes; a record for James even.
Suddenly, she saw a glint of gold near the teachers stand and instinctively leaned forward on her broom, silently urging it to go faster. The stadium quieted, then seeing what she was doing they started chanting
Potter! Potter! Go for the goal!
They cant stop you; not when you see the gold!
Over and over again filing Lily with a sudden new energy. Hope, desire, and–triumph!
She snatched the snitch a foot away from Dumbledore, who, unlike the other teachers screaming for James to turn around, stayed silent, smiling, and unmoving. Lily just barely swept over him, taking the snitch with her, as she rose high into the air waving her arm around and listening to the screams of joy and groans of defeat. Simms, who had been circling by the teachers tent at the moment Lily had caught the snitch, was sulking back to the ground, feeling ashamed at how close he was and still didn't see it. His team captain didn't help him feel any better by yelling at him once he reached the ground.
The crowd clapped enthusiastically as Lily drifted towards the ground, shaking her fist in victory. The Gryffindors spilled out onto the pitch to raise each of the players into the air. Lily, taken by surprise, was swept, literally, off her feet by the crowd and raised high into the air grinning from ear to ear. Everybody was watching as she threw her arm into the air letting go of the snitch, just as fireworks erupted from the other side of the stadium. Everybody cheered and clapped, whooped and screamed, groaned and sighed, kissed and hugged, and when they finally let the players down near the oak doors, Lily, very unlike her usually self, scooped James up in a hug, twirling him around, as the red hair hit her face with exuberance. She was thankful that not many had been paying attention.
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Later that night, when Lily had finally settled down on a couch in the common room, she heard somebody say the password very enthusiastically. She stood up and crossed the room, curious to see who was coming into the common room this late at night when she got the air knocked out of her by a swish of blonde hair.
"Lil's you did IT!" said Allice finally letting go of her and Lily saw with slight satisfaction that she was grinning from ear to ear. Then she suddenly blushed.
"I'm so glad Frank couldn't come with us, or he would have broke it off with me if he saw what I just did." Then she smiled and hugged Lily again. Remus was with her, and so was Sirius and Peter. James however, came running in while Lily was discussing how she felt when she caught the snitch with Remus, looking flustered and somewhat–disgusted?
"Mates, you will not believe what just happened to me." he shuddered as he sat down in the last empty arm chair.
"What?" asked Peter anxiously. Then again, everything Peter asked was anxiously.
"Diggorfly just tried to snog me." Sirius and Remus burst out laughing at the thought, Alice gasped disgustedly, Peter just looked confused, and Lily looked ashamed, blushing as she started to retie her shoes.
"Explain what happened in FULL detail!" exclaimed Sirius in glee. James glared at him but nonetheless started into his story.
"He came up to me as I left dinner, then he put his arms around my waist and asked why I didn't sit with him at the match and then out of nowhere he laid a wet one on me!" everybody but Lily started to laugh, "I'm serious, it was disgusting!" he yelled indignantly then finally noticed the rosy tinge to Lily cheeks.
"Please explain, Evans." she looked up, with a somewhat frightened look in her eyes then started to explain her story.
"Last year, right before school ended, I agreed to go out with Amos this year. He said he had liked me for a long time and that he also liked me–" she paused, "because I disliked you." James raised his eyebrows at this.
"You dislike me?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Oh don't be so-so-calm and, um, conceited" she finished lamely. He gave her an appalled look.
"How am I am acting conceited! For once in the past seven years I am actually being NICE to you!" He jumped out of his chair and stormed up the stairs in a wave of fury. All Lily could do was look guiltily from the staircase to her friend as Remus shrugged.
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I wasn't going to end it here but I really needed something up and since I've been so busy, and school starts in 2 DAYS I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE! Anywho, I'm not sure what to put into the next chapter of I'd Love To and I'm still working on chap.5 of ten things I wanna know about you, sorry but I have had the worst writers block and an idea I don't think I can pull off so–
Review please!
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