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A/N- Sorry guys about the delay, I've been away and my beta reader has moved house so it's all a bit crazy crazy.

Chapter 3

"I hope your punishment won't be too strenuous," Dumbledore smiled, leading his Head Students along a third floor corridor. Lily hitched her back-pack up a little higher, her trunk floating along behind her, nudging every so often into James's.

"It's really useful that we managed to reverse the damage the previous Heads did. They're party five years ago caused their private rooms to lock themselves up. I expect Mister Potter heard of it. The Head Girl's best friend made the fireplace explode, and the room thought itself under attack. It took us three days to get the four students out, and the tapestry locked itself. Oh look, here we are!" Dumbledore smiled happily, standing in front of a rather worn looking tapestry. Two people stood facing one another, wands out and touching at the tip. He clapped his hands twice, making the still corridor echo in return, as the tapestry began to roll itself up, glowing a pale yellow light, to reveal a wooden door with a brass knocker and door handle.

"Well, I'll show you around, shall I? I'm afraid to say that we hadn't really gotten round to decorating it much, we normally give the occupants choices over the décor, but the last students wanted a neutral room," Dumbledore said, his eyes lingering on the deep bow James had given as to let Lily into the room, smiling inwardly to himself.

"There is a kitchen with provided food, an alarm system in case you might set anything alight, a room to wash any clothes you may need. You both have separate bedrooms, and a shared bathroom. There is a small adjacent library; in the case you need do any essays or such. A common room with a fire place is, of course, essential if the need to contact me in any way. Floo powder is not needed; the fireplace is a direct link to my office, or, Professor McGonagall's. Is there anything else you wish me to clarify? You will be allowed visitors, Mister Potter, and Christmas dinner and lunch you will be excused from your quarters. Otherwise, yuletide greetings to the pair of you," Dumbledore said, closing the door behind him, as his two Head students acclimatised themselves to the room.

The room had been painted a pale cream colour, with a ceiling that was obviously copied from the Great Hall, as it showed bleak grey clouds. The grey stone fireplace was plain and simple, two stockings pinned by magic to the wall above, one a deep blue with yellow stripes and the other a pale red with green stars, each with a piece of mistletoe and holly attached. Deep maroon seats were clustered around a mahogany coffee table, which had a vase of magically preserved poinsettias sitting perfectly arranged in the middle. A Christmas garland was decorating the two bedroom doors, brass door handles and shining and glinting in the firelight. Under the stairs that led up to the bedrooms and bathrooms, was a closed door, also with a Christmas garland and sparkling brass door handles, slightly open so that they could see in the far back a mahogany bookcase. The small kitchen had a muggle-like fridge, grey marble surfaces, and a small cooker. An oval table that looked as if it could seat six was standing halfway between the two rooms, two places set opposite one another. A radio was standing near the rubbish bin, a Christmas ballad playing softly, barely louder than the cracking fireplace. It had to be said, if it weren't for the fact the place was absolutely perfectly clean and neat, it would have looked like a home. Give or take a few pictures, clothes and pieces of paper lying here or there.

Lily glanced at James, who took a step towards the small staircase.

"Want to see our rooms and bathroom?" He asked, heading towards the staircase without an answer. Lily rolled her eyes, following him up the stairs, and into his room. It was decorated somewhat like the Gryffindor dormitories, apart from the fact the walls were a pale sky blue, and the sheets were a crisp white with blue pin stripe. James placed his bags next to the door, before leaping onto the double bed, jumping erratically up and down like an eight year old. Not that he's much smarter than one…but his body certainly is better than…bad! No, nasty thoughts! Lily sighed, as James landed near his bags, and re-opened the door for Lily. Stalking past him, she opened her own door, placing her own bags near the wardrobe. A single desk and lamp stood nearest a single large window, like the one in James's room, and she too had a double bed, this time a pale yellow and green pin stripe bedcovers, with pale yellow walls.

"Bathroom!" James smiled, opening a second door, and hurrying into the shared bathroom.

"Nice bathroom!" He said appreciatively, as Lily joined him. She had to admit, even though it had a bright glare of white, it was very nice. A sunken bathtub, a separate room for the toilet, two double sinks, each with their own mirror, and a shower were all gleaming white, as was the walls of marble. The large window offered an amazing view over the Forbidden Forest, the Whomping Willows branches just coming into view.

"It is quite nice, actually," Lily said regretfully, twisting her hands anxiously. James nodded.

"It'll be great fun to stay here over Christmas break together, eh Evans?" Lily physically reeled, the situation, the punishment suddenly settling in. The two of them were to stay here. Over Christmas. Alone. No supervision.

"We can't stay here!" James gave her a funny look, peering over his glasses at her.

"Why ever not? Dumbledore trusts us not to blow one another up, or hopes we won't at the most but - "

"I can't! You're you!"

"I'd be a bit scared if I wasn't me, Evans," James replied dryly. Lily's eyes flashed, before jabbing her finger into his stomach, making James grunt slightly. Oh, six pack! Yumm – no! Bad, bad, bad! Argue back! Now!

"It's your entire fault we're stuck in this room! I can't believe it! I'm stuck in a godforsaken room, with you!" She made a small scream, stomping her feet on the floor in a childish manner.

"Evans, it's as much fault of mine as it is yours! If you could have been nicer to me, we could have spent it with our friends, and you could do your essay for Slughorn! But no, we're just going to act all uptight because I accidentally broke your arm. You can be really stubborn, you know that Evans? Stubborn as a bloody mule." Lily just stared at him. James had only ever been nice to her. James also looked kind of shocked at what he just said.

"Ok, look Lily. I'm sorry. It was just a...I don't know, a like impulse thing…I…" his voice trailed off at Lily's face. Lily looked like she was about to cry.

"Fuck you," she whispered at him, and then stormed off. James just stood there in complete shock trying to take in everything that had just happened. Lily ran up the stairs towards the bedrooms. James had never heard so much hatred in those two words. Oh well done you complete numbskull said a voice in his head. Another voice slowly drifted into his mind. Well, what do you think you should do about it now then? You have dug yourself in a slightly deeper hole then you probably wanted to. Well, what should I do about it now then all knowledgeful one? GO UP THE FUCKING STAIRS AND GET HER. Ah good plan...And stop making up words, there is no such word as knowledgeful, maybe you should have used… smart arse? He ran towards the staircase and ran up them three at a time. He ran into Lily's room not knowing what to expect. He found her lying on her bed, face down crying. He slowly walked over to her quivering body. He touched her hair lightly with his hand and sat down beside her on the bed. She turned over and faced him and sat up.

"Look, Lily, I'm so sorry and I never meant to hurt you," She stared at him for a bit longer, and then she placed her head on his chest and started to cry again. James felt like complete shit now. He hugged her body closer to his and, surprisingly, she didn't protest. Wow, thought James, This is the closest we have ever been. He began rubbing her back, and swaying forwards and backwards to try and calm her. He ran his hand through her hair. Fuck this makes you horny, he thought to himself. He had a sudden urge to kiss her head. He leaned over and kissed the top of her head. She suddenly froze. Oh my god, did he just kiss my head...why don't I feel bad or angry, dang my emotions and hormones. She looked up at him and stared into his hazel eyes. Gosh he has nice eyes... James leaned in slightly until the two faces were only a couple of centimetres apart. James parted his lips slightly and leaned his head to the side. Suddenly, Lily turned her head and looked out her window.

"I think you better go James. Thanks for everything, but please just go," She felt another tear rolling down her cheek. She felt a weight leave her bed and next thing she knew, she heard his voice.

"Lily, you shouldn't hide your emotions, no matter what anyone might say, you have to follow your heart." She heard the door close. She lay down on her bed and cried silently to herself until she fell into a dreamless sleep.

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When she woke a few hours later, it took her a few seconds to work out where she was and what had happened a few hours ago. She decided to go find food as she felt her stomach rumble. She walked out her room and down the stairs to the kitchen area. She opened up the fridge and took out the carton of semi-skimmed milk, drinking it straight from the cardboard carton.

"You know," a voice said jokingly from behind her, "It is kind of unhygienic to do that, after all, I have to drink that next." She spurted the milk out everywhere in her fright, choking and coughing to rid her lungs of the milk that had gone down the wrong way. She turned around, completely covered in milk to see a mildly amused looking James Potter. He suddenly raised his eyebrows and stared at her chest.

"Wait, what you looking at," she asked him, looking behind her.

"Umm, well, your shirt has gone see through, giving me a wonderful view of your pink bra," Lily suddenly, stared down at her chest, indeed seeing her bra through her white shirt. She wildly tried to cover herself up, blushing deeper and deeper with each passing minute. Dear lord, first of all I nearly kiss him, now he sees my underwear, that's just great...but I wouldn't mind seeing his top go see-through...no! Bad Lily, bad! Nasty thoughts, naughty thoughts! She turned a vibrant shade of red then turned round and ran off towards the stairs, slamming her door behind her. James chuckled as he heard a loud screech. He definitely enjoyed seeing Lily's underwear. He walked over to the old radio and turned it up louder. Oh hell yes, QUEEN.

Bopping his head as Freddy Mercury began to sing, the guitars in the background playing wildly. Taking a swig of the milk carton Lily had left behind, he smiled inwardly, knowing he'd just kissed Lily in some fashion. Or that's what Remus had told him once. Some dark night ages ago when he was drunk, probably.

'So don't stop me nooooow! Yes I'm having a good time, I don't wanna stop at all!' James sang in time with the radio, slightly out of tune, banging his head slightly more violently so that his hair shook wildly.

'I'm a sex machine ready to reload, like an atom bomb about to oh oh oh oh oh exploooode! I'm burning through the sky yeah, two hundred degrees that's why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit! I'm traveling at the speed of light, I'm wanna make a supersonic woman of you!' He turned around, pointing wildly at the stairs, before launching into a furious air-guitar performance.

'Da nuh nuh, da nuh nuh! Da nuh nuh, hey hey hey!' Knocking over a chair from the table, bouncing around on the balls of his feet, he didn't hear or see the flash of a camera go off, nor the slamming of a door and giggles, concentrating on his air-guitar rendition.

'I'm burning through the skies, yeeeah!' James sang, leaping over the couch and crashing into an armchair. He groaned in pain, clutching at his side, as the song carried on.

'Stupid music,' he grumbled, flicking his wand, which was lying on the coffee table, at the radio so it switched onto classical music. He waved his wand for a few moments as if he were a conductor of an orchestra, before the tapestry began to glow a pale yellow.

'Nice get-up you got here, Prongs,' Sirius said appreciatively, 'Got any booze?'

A/N sorry guys its been like ages, but I'll try be quicker...just me and my beta reader are v slow and have extra bust social lives... love you loads guys, keep reviewing!

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