Disclaimer: All the characters that you recognize belong to J. K. Rowling. The plot of this story was greatly inspired by the movie, How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.

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"I swear to God, this girl is completely off her rocker," James complained as he stuffed a large piece of bacon on his mouth.

"What'd she do now?" Remus asked, an amused smile on his face. Despite the fact that James was one of his best friends, Remus was delighted by the situation. For years James denied his infatuation with Lily, until the truth finally came out to the fellow Marauders. Now, his dream girl was driving him mad; which proved to be a hilarious sight.

"She made a photo album of our future children," he replied, still in disbelief from the previous night.

"Is she on something?" Peter questioned.

"I certainly hope so," James muttered, taking another large bite of his breakfast. "I swear, if I see her this morning, before class, I'm going to use the killing curse on myself."

"Only a few more days," Peter reminded the Marauder that he most looked up to.

"Yeah, that's true," James said. "And then, my dear Padfoot, you owe me fifty galleons."

"We'll see," Sirius commented. "I'm not so sure you can last until day ten. Today is day seven and you're claiming suicide thoughts already."

"Oh shove it, I can handle it… Besides, I'm sure that I've been through the worst of it," James replied. "Oh, and did I mention the names she picked for our two future children?"

"No."

"Fern and Breeze," James said, giving his friends a look of bewilderment. "And, just so you all don't make the same mistake I did, Breeze is a boy."

"Fern and Breeze?" Remus asked.

"Fern and Breeze," James answered.

"What the fuck kind of names are those?" Sirius asked.

"I have no clue, but I sure hope that she was smoking something when she picked those out," James informed the group.

"Now that would certainly be a sight," Peter laughed, imagining the Head Girl doing anything illegal.

James sighed and laughed as well. "It certainly would."

"Seriously though, was she kidding about those names?" Sirius asked, still hung up on the absurdity of the names.

"No, she was dead serious. When I made the mistake of saying Breeze was a girl's name, she nearly cried she was so angry at me," James responded.

"Wow, that girl has got some severe issues," Peter commented.

"You can say that again," James groaned.

"Hey, you three, I'd shut up if I were you," Remus snapped. "She just walked into the Great Hall."

"Is she coming this way?" James asked, not daring to turn his head to look back.

"I think so," Remus answered. "Sorry mate."

"Good morning, Sweetheart," Lily said as she walked over to the Marauder's section of the Gryffindor table. She planted a kiss on James's cheek, making him turn bright red in front of all his friends.

"Morning," he mumbled before gulping down his entire cup of juice.

"I brought you a little present," she said in a sing-a-long type of voice.

"Another present?" he asked, raising his eyebrows as he spoke. He hated receiving presents from Lily; just look where the last one she gave him ended up leading him. The love bush, which he magically revived last night, was not a good present at all. He could only imagine what this one was; he was dreading it already.

"I spent all night making it," she told him.

"Really?" he stated, thinking that the worst has come. Last time she 'made' something, he ended up looking at a very hideous family album.

"Here you are," she exclaimed, pulling out a blue shirt that read, "I'm with her" on the front and had a large arrow pointing to the left.

James's eye widened. Why was he so unlucky? Why couldn't he have a normal girlfriend who didn't make him an absurd t-shirt with an immature label on it?

"What do you think?" she squealed, clapping her hands together as she spoke.

James's eyes were fixed on it. It took a few moments for him to regain his ability to speak before he finally mustered out, "It's very well made."

Lily ignored his dodgy answer and exclaimed, "I'm so glad you like it! But I've got even more exciting news, guess what it is?"

"What?" he inquired, almost too afraid to ask.

Lily beamed at him as she untied her cloak, revealing a pink t-shirt to match James's new shirt. It read, "I'm with him" on the front and contained a large arrow pointing to the right. James couldn't believe his eyes; they had matching his and hers t-shirts.

He sighed, not believing his unfortunate luck. He'd judged his situation too soon before; now he was truly unlucky.

"Aren't they great?" she excitedly asked.

James was speechless, but Sirius spoke up and said, "I personally love them."

Lily looked over at James's best friend and replied, "I'm so glad you do! I wasn't sure if they were going to be a little cheesy, being in the typical boy and girl colors, but if you like them, they must be great."

"I agree with Sirius," Remus commented. "And I adore the colors; they just make the logo jump out even more."

"Oh, you are both so sweet," Lily announced before turning her attention to James. "Do you like them, Sweetie?"

"I, I love them," he lied, still gawking at the matching shirts.

"Put it on," she urged, her eyes dancing as she spoke. If this didn't drive him away, she wasn't sure what would.

"I don't know, I'm already dressed," James replied.

"So, put it on," she said, sounding a little irritated.

"No, really, I don't have time," he insisted.

"Oh, come on, James, it's just a simple wardrobe adjustment," Sirius said, giving his best friend an amused smile.

"Yeah," Lily agreed. "Besides, we need to see if it fits okay."

James took the shirt out of Lily's hands and held it to his chest, "It looks like it'll fit just perfectly."

"No, James, you need to try it on," she responded, a stern look upon her face.

"Yeah, just put the shirt on," Remus added. "Besides, your lovely girlfriend put hours into making it."

James shot Remus a dirty look before finally throwing the shirt over his clothes. He grumbled while he did it, obviously unhappy about his current situation. Once the shirt was on, however, everyone sitting at the section of the table had a pleased look on their faces. Little did James know, but they all thought he looked as ridiculous as he felt. Of course, James assumed that his three best friends were thinking that, but from the look on Lily's face, he guessed that she was truly pleased with the matching shirt.

"I love it!" Lily squealed, hugging him as she spoke.

James clenched his teeth together, hoping that the action might evolve into something that resembled a smile. He felt like an idiot.

"Don't you two look adorable," Sirius commented. "I wish I had my camera with me."

"I've got mine, if you wouldn't mind snapping a picture," Lily announced, pulling her camera out of her bag and passing it to Sirius.

"Excellent," Sirius replied, focusing the camera on the couple sitting across from him. Lily had her arms flung around James's neck, pulling him close to her. She was leaning forward slightly and placed a large kiss on his cheek. However, Lily was careful too, and made sure that both of their shirts were visible for the photograph.

Once the clicking noise was heard, Lily released James from her grip and said, "James, I just love these shirts so much."

"Um, yeah, they're great," he nervously replied.

"You two just look like a matching little family," Remus commented. "And, I can only hope that once little Fern and little Breeze are born, they can have matching shirts that say 'I'm with them' and have arrows pointing up at you two."

Lily's jaw dropped before she said, "Remus Lupin, you are a genius. That would be the cutest thing in the entire world! Don't you think that's a great idea, James?"

"Excellent," he sarcastically answered. He wondered if he could take the shirt off yet, but didn't dare to ask. With his luck, Lily would probably make a scene in the middle of the Great Hall and correctly accuse him of hating the shirts.

"So, James told you all about our future children," Lily stated, trying to make conversation with the Marauders.

"He certainly did," Peter said, piping up and joining the discussion.

"I think it sounds like a fantastic family," Sirius added.

"Why thank you," Lily replied, a pleased look in her face. "I have made some changes though. I was thinking last night, I'd love to have even more children. So, I decided that we'll name one of them James, after the daddy here."

"That's so sweet," Remus said, giving James a smile that made James raise his middle finger under the table.

"So, you want two boys and one girl," Peter commented.

"Oh no, I want two girls and one boy," Lily corrected.

"So, is Breeze going to be a girl's name then?" Remus questioned.

"No, Breeze will be our son's name," Lily stated. "I only want to use James for a girl's name."

"What?" James asked, finally speaking up.

"Yeah, it's so boring if it's used for men, no offense," she lied. "I love unusual names for children, so it only works for a girl… That's not a problem, is it?" She lingered on the last few words of her small speech, hoping it would set him off.

"No," he answered, gritting his teeth and smiling.

"Good," she replied before buttering a piece of toast.

A few minutes later, the swarm of owls flew into the Great Hall, all carrying letters and newspapers. Lily was delighted to see her snowy white owl fly in and drop a letter in front of her. She ripped it open and grinned; it was better than she expected.

"Who'd you get a letter from?" James asked, still munching on his breakfast.

"Your mother," she casually responded before asking, "Do you have a quill, ink, and parchment I can borrow? I need to send a letter back."

"My mum? She's still writing you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he spoke.

"Well, yes," she replied. "Last night I sent her the photos I made and we agreed to continue on a correspondence… You know, you never told me that you were afraid of the dark until you were ten."

James felt his face flush again. Why was she talking with his mum? She was his mum, not Lily's. This was crossing the borderline and he wasn't pleased at all. Plus, Lily would be getting information like this on a regular basis now. That had to be stopped.

"She's lying," he quickly remarked.

"No, I don't think so," Lily replied, a smile playing at her lips.

"You know, I'm not sure it's a good idea that you continue talking with my mum," James said, taking a chance and confronting Lily about the issue.

"Why not?"

"I don't know, it's just that, well, I don't feel comfortable with it," he answered.

"Do you not trust me?" she asked, forcing herself to cry once again.

"No, wait, please, don't cry," he quickly said before even more tears made their way down Lily's cheeks. "Ignore what I just said, I don't mind you talking with her."

"No, you do care," Lily sobbed.

"I really don't… I didn't realize how important it was for you, so be my guest, talk with her all you want," he said.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive," he lied, but it was a better option than Lily making another large scene. He sighed, hoping that day seven wouldn't continue being such a rotten day.

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"You're doing it wrong," Lily mumbled, looking up from her homework. She and James were both seated in front of the fireplace in Gryffindor common room and doing their homework. Earlier, Lily had insisted that they be with each other every waking hour that night, so she wouldn't "miss a second of his loveliness," as she so elegantly put it. To escape anything weird that might occur, James suggested they do their homework.

"Are you talking to me?" he questioned.

"Yes, you're doing it wrong," she answered.

"No I'm not," he replied, waving his wand in front of the toad to his right. The Charms assignment for that night was to practice moving living objects, such as people and animals, in a way very similar to Wingardium Leviousa. To start the charm, Professor Flitwick gave them all a toad to practice on, just in case any explosions occurred.

"Yes, you are," she instantly stated. "It's your wrist movement, it's too sharp."

"My wrist movement is fine," he snapped.

"No need to get all upset about it," Lily replied, rolling her eyes as she spoke. That was a typical James Potter move; he hated being corrected.

"I'm not getting upset about it," he huffed, his grip on his wand becoming very tight.

"Oh really?" she snapped. "Is that why it would probably take an entire army to get that wand out of your hand then?"

"Shut up," he grumbled, noticing his tightened hand and releasing his grasp.

"Why don't you just try letting your wand flow a bit more," she suggested.

"No, that's not how you do it," he snapped.

"It's not?" she retorted. Lily then took out her own wand and pointed it at the toad. Allowing her wrist to gently flow from side to side, she said the magic words and the toad immediately shot into the air. She pointed her wand to the right, sending the toad in that direction.

"Lucky try," James muttered.

"You just hate the fact that I'm right and you're wrong," she argued, gently placing the toad back on the ground.

"That's not true," he fought back.

"It's not?" she asked, raising one eyebrow as she spoke.

James ignored her comment and pointed his wand at the toad. This time, he took Lily's advice concerning his wrist movements. Just as Lily had told him, the toad immediately went flying into the air. James glanced over at the red-haired girl, she had a genuine smile across her face.

"That was just lucky," he stammered.

"Luck's got nothing to do with it," she retorted. "Face it James, I helped you out on that one, despite the fact that you'd rather die than admit it."

"Rather die than admit it?" he questioned. "Is that what you think of me?"

"Yes."

"Well, it's not true."

"Yes it is; you hate it when anyone other than yourself is right about something," she countered, an amused look upon her face. "It's completely natural; men are bigheaded and think that just because they are men, women can't be, in any way, superior."

"What? I don't think that at all," he stated. "I think you are a much better witch than a lot of people."

"But compared to you?" she pressed on.

"I, I think we are both equal," he carefully answered.

"Bullshit," Lily said, a slight laugh coming out with her words.

"What was that?" he asked, a smile now playing at the corners of his lips.

"I said bullshit," she repeated.

James grinned at her, but wondered if what she said was true. Did he really see himself as a superior wizard than others? True, he did know that he was top of the class, yet Lily was also top of the class. "There are some things that you are better at, there are other things that I'm better at," he carefully informed her.

"Like what?" she asked.

"Well, you are certainly better at Charms, and I'm better at Transfiguration," he answered.

"And I'm better at taking notes, whereas you're good at hexing people," she added, not being able to control herself. She was still very spiteful about the information that Rina had dropped on her yesterday. Lily still couldn't believe that James lied to her about hexing people.

"I resent that," he informed her. "I do take notes in class, sometimes… And other than a few days ago, when Snivellus really deserved it, I haven't hexed anyone since last March."

Lily stared at him, her brows knit together in confusion. "Don't lie to me, I know you still hex people."

"Lily, I honestly don't," he relied. "I've been pretty good."

"I'm not going to be mad, just tell the truth," she insisted.

James crossed his arms and looked at her with curiosity. "Okay, fine. I'll admit it, last May I did hex Snivellus again, but it was only because he was being an absolute asshole to some third year in Gryffindor."

"Are you serious?" she asked, her heart sinking as she was putting clues together. Did Rina truly lie to her?

"Well, yeah, but I had to stick up for the girl. Snape was tormenting her for being a muggleborn and it was making me so angry," James replied, thinking that she was getting mad at him for hexing Snape.

"No, no, no, that's fine… It's kind of sweet of you," Lily said. "I mean, I guess I see now why Dumbledore made you Head Boy in the first place."

"Really?"

"Well, yes. I mean, you're very respected by most students, you don't take any shit from anyone, and you certainly know the difference between right and wrong now," she replied.

James smiled, glad that the Head Girl finally found him worthy of his Head Boy position. Additionally, James felt his heart leap slightly. Lily was being her normal self here, the one he grew to love and adore. He cherished these moments.

Still persistent, Lily asked one final time, "Are you sure you haven't hexed anyone in the past few days?"

"I swear on my life," he answered, his eyes showing her how sincere he was being.

Lily was still very shocked to learn this new information. James hadn't lied to her at all; Rina did. She tried to think of why Rina might come up with some bullshit lie, but couldn't come up with any logical reasons. This was absurd.

Lily tried to imagine yesterday's conversation in her mind, hoping that she might be able to gather clues as to why Rina would lie to her. She tried to think, but nothing remarkable came to her mind. Suddenly, she remembered that she had just announced to Rina and Tracey that she thought might have been falling for James. Could that have sparked the lie? Did Rina not want Lily to like James?

It was the only reasonable excuse for Rina's behavior. She must not want Lily and James to be together. Lily tried to think of why that might be. Perhaps Rina secretly hated James as much as Sam and Kelsey. Maybe she was only trying to look out for Lily; make her see that James was wrong for her.

That was the best solution Lily could think of, or at least chose to think of. The thought that Rina might like James never entered her mind, probably by choice. So, Lily was stuck on the idea that Rina was only looking out for what she viewed as Lily's own interest.

"How much homework do you have left?" James suddenly asked, focusing Lily back onto reality.

"Um, I don't know… I think I only have to write that short essay for Defense Against the Dark Arts," Lily answered, scrambling through her books as she spoke.

James looked at her for a second, wondering if he should ask what he intended on asking. In the end, he determined that he might as well. After all, he and Lily were enjoying themselves tonight. "Do you want to go down to the Quidditch Pitch with me?"

"I don't know," Lily slowly began.

"I understand," James replied, cutting her off as she spoke.

"No, no, it's just that, well, I don't really know how to play Quidditch… I've seen practically all the matches, but I'm really no good at it," she honestly told him.

"I could teach you," he offered.

"I don't even have a broom," Lily replied.

"You could borrow one of mine, I've got at least five hanging around my room," he said.

Lily looked down at her homework for a moment, contemplating whether it was a good idea or not. Finally, she looked up at the messy haired boy in front of him and saw a look that made her heart melt. She could see in his hazel eyes that he desperately wanted her to accompany him to the Quidditch Pitch; it almost appeared to be a look of longing.

She knew that according to her plan to drive him away, this would not be a good idea. Yet, he looked so irresistible at that moment, she found it hard to say no to him. Going against her better judgment, Lily shut her books and said, "Okay, let's go."

James grinned at her and shoved all his books into his book-bag. "I'll be right back," he told her before jumping up from his seat and running up the boys staircase to retrieve two brooms.

As Lily watched him go, he smiled to herself. This wouldn't be so bad, right? Just because she learned that he didn't hex anyone anymore didn't mean that she was going to start to fall for him again. Besides, that ship had already sailed, just became they were going to spend the night flying across the sky together, it didn't mean she would start to like him again. She could have what many would consider to be a fun evening with James Potter and not like him.

Besides, Lily reminded herself that she could drive him away. Everything was going to work out alright in the end. She racked her brain, trying to think of repulsive actions she could do to him while on the field. She could purposely hit him with the ball, or better yet, accidentally lose one of the precious balls.

She shrugged her shoulders and decided to let the evening go by on its own accord; she'd think of something that would drive him away while being outside, she always did.

Soon enough, James retuned with two brooms in his hands and the young couple made their way down to the Quidditch Pitch. It was a rather long walk, especially on the chilly September night. Lily offered to carry her own broom, but James refused her offer, and decided to carry both broom in one arm.

Finally, they reached the fields, which were empty. It was a good thing they were empty too, because James hadn't mastered the Quidditch Pitch schedule quite yet. He was only aware of the days reserved for the Gryffindor Quidditch team to practice.

"You know how to fly a broom, right?" James asked, giving her a questioning look.

"I'm not daft," she replied, scooping up one of the brooms from the grassy fields.

"Just checking," he said, throwing his hands up to show he meant no harm. "Do you understand the rules?"

"James, I've seen almost every game since first year, of course I understand the rules," Lily informed him. "The only problem is that I've never actually played it."

James sighed and grabbed the large quaffle ball out of its case. "In that case, we'll just play with this one."

"Sounds good to me," she replied, straddling her broom and flying up into the air.

Smiling, James grabbed his broom and flew up to meet her. They weren't very high off the ground, only about two stories high. James fluttered near Lily, hovering so close he could have reached out and touched her arm if he wanted.

"So, what do we do first?" she asked.

"Um, well, there are two options to a two person game. One of us could go near the hoops while the other person practiced scoring, or we could both go for the ball and try our best to play the positions of both Keeper and Chaser," James answered.

"I think I like the second option," she replied.

"Are you sure you're up for the challenge, you've never played before," he stated.

"I think I can manage," Lily said before wittily saying, "Unless of you're not up for the challenge."

James grinned at her, loving the friendly competition between them. "Oh, I'm up for it." He passed the ball to her, which she easily caught. "Ladies first."

"Thanks," she said with a smile. She took the ball and flew across the fields, hoping to reach the goal before he realized her intentions.

Unfortunately, James wasn't as stupid as she hoped. Once he saw her dart away, he instantly flew behind her, trying to catch up. It wasn't difficult for him at all; after all, he had his newest broom, whereas she was stuck using his from fifth year.

"You're a cheat," he yelled as he came up beside her.

Lily looked to her right and grinned at him. "You never said we weren't starting yet," she hollered back.

"True," he said, "But you're still a little cheat."

Lily only laughed at that, continuing to fly toward the three hoops that stood a mere thirty feet in front of her. James knew he had no other choice than to try and block her attempt to throw the quaffle, so he speedily made his way in front of the hoops. He watched as she heaved the ball in his direction, but it didn't come close to the hoops. It began to drop to the ground instead.

Both Lily and James looked at each other for a moment before darting down to the ground, hoping to reach it before it hit the grass. James, being much quicker than Lily, easily picked it up with one hand and switched directions, flying across the pitch. Lily sighed, but turned her broom around as well.

For a moment, James was ahead of Lily, and he could have easily made a shot without her presence in the goal area. Realizing how unfair that would be, however, he purposely slowed down. He watched as she sped passed him and felt his heart glow. She looked like she was having so much fun.

Once she was a good twenty feet ahead of him, James picked his pace up again. He zoomed over to the three hoops, holding the quaffle high above his head with one arm. He chucked it at the center hoop, which Lily was hovering in front of.

Just as he expected, Lily dodged toward it, but couldn't stop it from entering the center ring. Observing her, James decided it wasn't that bad a block from someone who never played Quidditch in her life before.

James didn't have too much time to observe her, however. He looked over and saw her darting for the ball. He quickly flew over toward her, hoping to catch it before she did. He had no such luck with that task however, as Lily picked up the ball and flew across the Quidditch Pitch.

"You're not a bad flyer," he informed her, coming up next to her.

"Thanks," she sweetly said. "But don't think you're compliments will make me hand over this ball."

"I wouldn't even dream of thinking that," he bantered before speeding off in front of her. He knew he didn't want to play and dirty aspects of Quidditch with her, ones that might include knocking her off her broom. Instead, he allowed her to fly toward the goal again, deciding he should stick to blocking it.

James watched as Lily wound up to throw the ball again, but before she could finish her task, he yelled, "You're too far away; it's never going to get in."

"You make shots from further back than here," she shouted, dropping her arms to her sides.

"Yes, but I also have a little bit more arm muscle than you," he answered. It wasn't in a competitive way, the manner in which he usually talked to anyone about Quidditch. Instead, it was truthful, as if he were looking out for her own good.

Taking his advice, Lily flew closer to the goal and asked, "Is this better?"

"A little closer," he called out.

She flew closer again, but this time sarcastically said, "James Potter, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're making me come closer so your job as a Keeper is easier."

James showed mock outrage, but said, "Not at all."

Lily laughed, but threw the ball with all her might anyways. Just as they both expected, James easily blocker her attempt to score a goal. Lily slightly frowned, but didn't care at all. It didn't matter that she was losing one to zero; she was having a delightful time.

Once again, James and Lily both raced toward the other end of the Quidditch Pitch. Just like last time, James allowed Lily to get a head start, making it so she was at the goal before he could make a shot; it was only fair for it to work that way. He wound his arm up and aimed toward the hoop on the left, the one that Lily was hovering in front of. James let it go tumbling out of his grip, zooming across the field.

Then, something neither of them expected occurred. Lily went chasing after the quaffle, her arms outstretched. She felt the hard, large ball plummet into her arms. She caught the ball.

With the quaffle still in her arms, she raced toward James, a beaming smile plastered across her face. "I caught it!" she shouted, repeating it over and over again.

She smiled back at her, moving his broom so that they were within arm's reach again. "That was amazing," he informed her.

"Did you let me catch that on purpose?" she asked, her eyes narrowing in on him.

"I wish I could say yes, but nope, you caught it all on your own," he honestly replied.

"Are you bloody serious?"

"I am," he answered.

With the ball still in her arms, Lily flung herself forward and hugged him. It was one of the first times that she didn't feel James stiffen beneath her very forward emotion. Instead, he welcomed her into his arms, as if she belonged there.

"I can't believe I caught it," she exclaimed, breaking apart from him.

"I know, with a bit more practice, you'd make a pretty decent Keeper," he informed her.

"Shut up," she replied, a blush coming to her cheeks.

"I'm serious," James said.

"It's not like it was even a god save," Lily remarked.

"Not a good save? That was a great save," he commented, only half-lying. True, it wasn't a brilliant save, like many of the saves the current Gryffindor Keeper could make, but it was a decent save.

"You're very sweet," Lily replied, flashing him another one of her award winning smiles.

"What can I say?" he jokingly remarked, moving his broom even closer to hers.

Lily looked directly into his hazel eyes, her own emerald orbs shining with life and energy. She felt her heart beat increase its speed; it was a truly magical moment.

They didn't need words to direct their next movements; they just knew what to do next. Lily and James both drifted toward the empty grounds below them, fluttering down until they could feel the soft grass beneath their shoes. Lily let the quaffle drop, sending it rolling across the field. Their brooms dropped too, neither of them caring where the objects landed.

James placed one of his rough, Quidditch worn hands on the side of her face, pulling her closer to him. Lily could feel his breath against her lips and her stomach flopped nervously around.

In an instant, James's lips covered Lily's, and they were both left in a gentle embrace. The kiss was tender, neither of them being too forceful. James's hands slid behind Lily's back, supporting her as they stood. In return, Lily lifted her hands until they hung loosely around James's neck, making sure that his lips wouldn't leave her.

For the first time in their relationship, Lily's mind was concentrated on losing James. There wasn't a voice nagging her, forcing her to pull away from him. This time, the kiss was simply for James. Just as his kiss was simply for Lily. Neither of them had a care in world, only focusing on each other.

They broke apart for a moment, allowing ample time to regain their breaths. James rested his forehead against Lily's and stared into her beautiful green eyes. He loved the way they danced in the moonlight, as if to tell him that their kiss was the only important matter occurring in the world.

Unfortunately, their precious time came to an end when they heard a dog bark. They both jumped backward, snapping their hands to their sides and providing space in-between them.

"Hello, James, Lily," the groundkeeper, Hagrid said, flashing them both a beefy smile. He was a very large man, probably twice the height of James and four times as round. "Not disturbing anything, am I?"

"No, not at all," Lily shrieked, she could feel the heat rising to her face. "I'm just going to go grab the quaffle." With that said, she darted away from the two men and stumbled around the field in search for the dropped ball.

"Hi Hagrid," James said as he picked up the two brooms. "I was just teaching her how to play Quidditch."

"Really?" Hagrid asked, a doubtful look on his face.

"Yes," James insisted.

"Last time I checked, Quidditch was played in the air."

James shot his friend a dirty look, but said, "We were just finishing up, that's all."

"I see," Hagrid replied, a smile forming at his lips. "I see you and Lily Evans are finally together then."

"Yeah, for about a week," James answered. "She's something else."

"Well, I'm glad… I don't know her too well, just a little bit. But I do know that you've been going on about her for quite some time now," Hagrid remarked.

James smiled up at his half-giant friend, but Lily came back before he had time to make a response. "Well, it was nice to see you Hagrid, but I'm afraid we've got to head back to the castle. We've only got ten minutes until we're supposed to be in our dorms."

"Good night," Hagrid called, pulling his large dog closely to his side.

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Later that night, Lily was still smiling as she walked into her dorm room. She completely ignored the questioning looks from Sam and Kelsey, who were both laying on their beds working on homework.

"What's up?" Sam asked, studying Lily as she flopped down onto her bed.

"Nothing."

"Were you just with James?" Kelsey questioned.

"Yes."

"What'd you guys do?" Kelsey asked.

"We played Quidditch."

"Did you do anything to annoy the shit out of him?" Sam asked.

Lily was suddenly snapped back into reality at that last question. She didn't do anything at all to annoy James. What was she thinking? Did she really miss out on the perfect opportunity?

Then a second thought entered her mind; did she really miss an opportunity? Did she actually want to drive James away anymore? She had such a lovely time that evening, as she did during many other evenings with him. He really wasn't such a bad guy after all, and he didn't hex anyone anymore.

"Earth to Lily," Sam said, waving her hands in front of Lily's face. "Did you do anything to drive him away?"

Lily took a deep breath, not sure what she should do. Should she tell her friends the truth? Should she tell them that she was experiencing a change in heart towards James Potter? "Um, yeah, it was great." No, the answer was no. She couldn't confess her true feelings; they wouldn't understand.

"Like what?" Kelsey asked.

"Um, I um, well, when he didn't let me win playing Quidditch, I cried," she lied, trying to think of something logical. "I swear, that's' probably been the millionth time I've cried in front of him… And he got this look on his face, as if he were really getting fed up with all my shit."

"That's it?" Sam asked, raising one of her eyebrows.

"No, of course that's not it," Lily nervously replied. "I, I, well, I kind of broke his broom." She prayed that her friends would believe her excuse, despite the fact that she stumbled when speaking.

"Are you kidding?" Kelsey asked, an excited look upon her face.

"Nope."

"Wow, he must have flipped a shit," Sam exclaimed. "He's obsessed with his precious brooms, I would have loved to see his face when you did it."

"Yeah, it was pretty awful… His entire face went red and then drained, turning very pale. I was actually kind of scared he might hex me or something," Lily lied.

"Wow, I've got to say, I didn't know you had it in you," Sam commented.

"Neither did I," Lily replied, her eyes darting away from her friends. She hated lying, but knew there was no other way.

After a few minutes went by, the three girls went back to doing their homework. However, Lily found it very hard to concentrate. Her mind kept fluttering back to her lies. She felt awful about them, and knew her friends would be crushed if they found out the truth. Yet, something was holding her back. Lily felt her stomach lurch just thinking about it. Her friends despised James and would never accept him as Lily's true boyfriend.

After nearly half an hour of not being able to concentrate, Lily finally asked, "Why do you guys hate James so much?"

Kelsey and Sam looked at each other for a moment, a look of bewilderment written across their faces. Sam then looked at Lily and said, "He's an asshole. He's mean, rude, obnoxious, full of himself, and couldn't be more arrogant if he tried."

"Do you ever think he could change?" Lily carefully asked, knowing that James did change.

"No, guys like James never change," Kelsey answered. "Sometimes they start to act nice, but in reality, it's just because they want in your pants."

"They couldn't ever change?" Lily questioned.

"No, they never do," Sam replied. "Not in a million years."

Lily sighed, but dropped the subject. She was certain that James did change. He wasn't anything like he used to be, not was it just an act. She could tell he was different; he changed for her. As much as Lily hated to admit it, she was falling for James Potter, hard.

Author's Note 2: Hey everyone! Thanks for reading chapter 11, now please review! I hope you're all satisfied with it, especially now that there was some good Lily and James scenes in there! Also, I know Sam and Kelsey are not being very supportive of Lily, but they are still under the opinion that Lily despises James. Anyways, please review, it makes the words come to me much faster!