I updated! Finally! LOL!

Disclaimer: Actually! I really am J. K. Rowling! And I just write fan fiction for kicks! ….what? I'm not! sobs Ok, so none of this is mine….even the hamster isn't mine, he belongs to Sirius now…..sob I don't even have a hamster! Oh well, I do own a dog toy shaped like a dragon that is on top of my computer!

drum roll The fic!

Chapter Two

Hamsters and Hallway Meetings

"Padfoot, where are all my socks!" A barefooted James demanded, turning to his roommate who had just walked in.

"What—" Sirius began, but James cut him off.

"Socks!"

"I was going to say 'what the bloody hell are you doing?' but somehow the fact that you're missing your socks explains all of this." The dark-haired boy replied sarcastically, gesturing to the chaos that was the room around him.

"Droll, Sirius, droll, now help me find some bloody socks!" James ripped out the drawers to one of the night tables and began searching through its contents, scattering them on the floor with the other clutter. He nearly hit Sirius in the head with a bottle of ink that he had thrown over his shoulder.

"Prongs!" Sirius ducked and watched the ink bottle shatter against the wall, leaving a dark stain on the wallpaper. "There aren't going to be any socks in the night stand drawer!"

"If you're so bloody sure you know where they are, then help me find them!" He began attacking his own bed next, ripping off the sheets and even yanking pillows out of their cases, in the continued quest for socks.

"What are you doing? There are no socks in your bed!" Sirius was utterly exasperated by now and about ready to strangle his roommate and best friend.

James finished ripping apart his bed, and still having found no socks, he turned to the bookshelf.

"THERE ARE NO SOCKS ON THE BOOKSHELF!" Sirius screeched—a noise he had never made before.

James didn't answer, but continued to ravage the bookshelf.

"Why don't you just take a pair of mine?" Sirius ripped the most recent victim—a transfiguration book—from James's hands.

"Yours don't fit me." James snarled and moved away from the bookshelf.

"Then, wear the ones you wore yesterday!"

James looked horrified by the suggestion. "What would she say?"

Sirius dropped the book he was holding. "She who?"

The quidditch player pretended he hadn't heard.

"She who!" Sirius repeated.

"No one. I just need socks."

"Dammit, Prongs! By Merlin's beard, if you don't tell me what the hell is going on, right now, I'll make it so you can never find a pair of socks again!" Padfoot shouted.

James stood silent for a moment. "That's quite a threat." He finally muttered.

"Dammit, Prongs! She who!"

"I told you! Nobody!" James barked, but it was obvious he was lying.

Padfoot threw himself across his bed towards James to tackle him, but his foot caught on a pile of books and he fell onto the bed. His side collided with a bundle of something hard. "Ow." He mumbled and reached his hand under his side, where he located a pair of socks. Rolling over he tossed the socks from hand to hand, "Fine then, Prongs, don't tell me."

James saw the socks…his socks. He leapt across the room, but he too tripped as his foot became entangled in the mass of sheets he'd stripped from his bed. "Padfoot, give me the socks!"

Sirius pulled out his wand, and flicked it at the socks; they immediately became a large white hamster. "What socks?" He smirked foxily.

"Padfoot, you…"

"Hey! Hey! No language, Prongs. Or I'll set my hamster on you." Sirius brandished the large hamster threateningly. Of course, the hamster didn't much like being waved about, and began squirming trying to get away from Sirius.

"Just give me the socks!...Hamster!" James corrected himself and dove for the writhing ball of fur.

Sirius rolled out of the way, but as he did the hamster flew from his hand and scurried across the room. The terrified little creature took refuge under the armoire, where it remained even with James's repeated attempts to coax it to come out.

"I'm going to be late!" James whined as he held a large leaf of lettuce—which had at one point been his History of Magic homework—which he'd transfigured—out to the creature.

Sirius's curiosity was peeked intensely. "What are you going to be late for?" He asked, trying to act nonchalant in an attempt to catch James off guard.

"My date with…." James trailed off, realizing that he'd said too much.

"Lily?" Sirius screeched—that was the second time in an hour he'd made that noise.

James blushed scarlet. "Yes."

Sirius began swearing loudly; James glared at him. "Prongs! Why didn't you tell me?"

James didn't answer; his cheeks were still bright red. "Come here little hamster. Come on you mangy little cotton ball!"

The hamster still had no interest in coming out. It had curled up in a ball and gone to sleep.

"Merlin, James, you should have told me." Sirius continued. "Here" He pulled something out of his pocket and tossed it at the back of James's head. It was a pair of socks. "I would've given them to you, but you baiting that hamster was too funny!"

"Sirius you really are a—"

"—say it and I'll take the socks back."

"Thank you!" James quickly jammed his feet into the socks and leapt up, leaving the lettuce on the floor. "Sirius, I owe you!" James grabbed his room mate and kissed him on the nose.

"AUG!" Sirius shoved James away. "Get out!" He grabbed a pair of shoes and chucked them at Prongs.

James quickly slipped on the shoes and bolted from the room. Watching him go, Sirius scrubbed the place on his nose where James had kissed him with his sleeve.

He was still doing this when Remus entered the room. "Sorry, Padfoot, you're nose won't come off, it's attached."

"Cute, real cute." Sirius pulled his sleeve away from his nose.

"I try." Remus chucked his books down on his bed, as he did so, he glanced around the room for the first time. "What the bloody hell happened here?"

"James happened." Sirius replied.

"What'd he do!"

"He tore the room apart, because he was looking for socks." The dark haired boy replied, matter-of-factly.

"So, he ripped all the books off the bookshelf?" Remus cocked an eyebrow.

"Yes, he's going on a date with Lily, and he said he had to have clean socks." Sirius paused, a devious glint rose in his eye. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Well, if you're thinking about having James installed in a padded ward at St. Mungos, because it's obvious he's gone raving mad, then yes. If you're not thinking that, then no."

"Then you're not thinking the same thing. I think we go spy on James's little romantic getaway." Sirius's dark eyes had grown wide and his demonic grin was huge, showing all of his wolf-like teeth.

"Padfoot, we can't do that." Remus said, even though, he actually did want to see what James was up to. "We can't just wander around after him, Prongs isn't stupid—sometimes bigheaded—but not stupid! He'll catch us."

"Oh, my werewolf friend, that's where you're wrong!" Sirius leaped over his own bed and began rummaging through the wreckage between his bunk and James's. "We'll just borrow some of James's property." He bounced up again, holding the invisibility cloak in one hand.

Remus nearly agreed at that instant. He'd always been the calm one of the bunch, not ready to charge into these things. And some sense of duty kept him from crying out, "let's go!", instead he said, "Padfoot, we can't."

Sirius lowered his eyelashes and gave Remus the infamous puppy eyes. "Come on, Moony…..pwease?"

Remus looked at the other boy. "Fine! But we won't stay long."

Sirius laughed joyfully, and quickly threw the cape over himself and Remus and quite literally dragged him from the room.

Lily opened her book and leaned against the trunk of a large willow tree. She seemed intent upon the page she was "reading" but her mind was a million miles away. Why had she finally agreed to go out on this date with James? He was arrogant, self-obsessed, rude, and not Lily's type…but here she was sitting under a tree waiting for him. She didn't know what it was that had made her say yes this time. James asking her out on a date had almost become like a long running joke between the two of them. Every few days he'd jump her in a corridor or sweep down on her at lunch, always with the same foolish looking attempt at a pleasant smile on his face. And then he'd ask, and she'd always say no. But when he'd asked her last time, something had been different. He'd caught her half way into transfiguration class, "Oi, Lily." He'd hailed her. Then he'd pounced on her with that same inane grin and asked her if she'd go out on a date with him. She'd wanted to say no, but the moment before she could, their eyes met. And there was something familiar in that gaze, something soft yet almost feral. Before even thinking about it, she'd found herself saying, "yes."

So here she was, Lily Evans, waiting for James Potter to show up. She glanced down at her watch. It was 2:08, James was late.

She wasn't surprised, he'd probably become too involved in his reflection in the mirror, or been set upon by a gang of adoring girls. He'd saunter up and toss his hair in that way that he thought girls found dreamy, but Lily just found sickening and effeminate. He'd probably do something stupid like grab her around the waist and make no apology for his tardiness.

If he does I'll smack him! She thought.

She looked down at her watch again 2:11. Maybe it had been some joke and he'd stood her up.

What am I doing?

The longer Lily sat there the more she wanted to just get up and leave, what was she doing? Why had she said yes?

She kept thinking back to the look in James's eyes, and she knew she's seen those eyes before, somewhere. If she could just remember…

"Lily?" James asked, he was standing next to her, looking down

She regarded him slightly coldly. "James, you're late, you said you'd be here at two." She glanced at her watch, it was 2:15.

James blushed and mumbled, "Sorry." Lily was slightly taken aback, he had apologized. "Sirius transfigured my socks into a hamster."

Lily looked at him for a moment as if he had gone completely mad, then she started to laugh. "A hamster!"

James chuckled uncomfortably. "Yeah."

"A hamster!" She roared with laughter, she was laughing so hard that tears were pouring from her eyes. "A hamster!"

"It really wasn't that funny." James muttered.

"And I thought you were looking at your own reflection." Luckily the words were too obscured by her laughter for James to understand what she'd said.

"I thought it was that funny." Sirius chuckled, and Remus nudged him in the ribs.

"Shut up! You're going to get us caught!" Mooney hissed.

"Spoil sport." The other boy grumbled.

"So, is this hamster currently on your feet?" Lily asked.

"As far as I know he's still cowering under the dresser." James sniffed, trying to sound as if the hamster had offended him by this action, but he was secretly hiding giggles. Lily Evans was laughing and she was going on a date with him!

Lily laughed again. "So where did you find socks?"

"Sirius had been hiding them." James replied matter-of-factly.

"Want me to transfigure his socks from here?" Sirius reached into his pocket for his wand.

"Padfoot!" Remus admonished, and smacked Sirius's hand. "You said you'd be good."

"Sorry, mum." Sirius replied sarcastically.

"You want to go walk around the lake?" James asked.

"Sure." Lily replied, and tucked her book under her arm and stood up. As they walked, she let James take her hand and they headed around the lake.

"Let's follow." Sirius took a step after James and Lily.

"Padfoot, come on, you've seen enough." Remus took a step in the other direction, stretching the cape to its limit. "And Prongs will see us."

"You're such a coward! Come on!" He tried the puppy eyes again, but Remus wasn't going for it this time.

"I'm going back to the dorm—" Seeing his out, Sirius's eyes lit up, but Remus headed him off. "—and you're coming with me."

"You're no fun." Sirius pouted, hoping that his sad eyes would have some affect on Remus, they didn't.

"Come on."

Sirius pouted all the way back across the yard. He was refusing to speak to Remus in some sort of childish tantrum. But he wouldn't be able to stay silent for long.

As the boys entered the castle, they headed up the grand staircase, where they met up with Peter.

"Where have you been?" He asked.

"Stalking James." Remus replied.

Peter looked confused.

"James is out with Lily, and Padfoot wanted to watch." Lupin clarified.

Peter raised an eyebrow. "She finally agreed to go out with him! What did they do?"

"They just talked and then they went for a walk around the lake."

"And Remus, the bastard, wouldn't let us follow!" Sirius interjected angrily.

Remus brushed off the remark as if it hadn't been made. The group was halfway down an empty corridor, when they ran into Severus Snape.

"Look, Remus, it's Snively." Sirius said, his former animosity towards his friend forgotten as it was replaced by true hatred towards his enemy. He withdrew his wand from his pocket and kept it at his side.

Remus knew he should stop Sirius, but he after stopping him from spying on James he thought Sirius needed a little fun.

"What are you doing out? I thought beasts were kept confined to the forests." Snape addressed Remus, sneering coldly.

"Don't speak to him!" Sirius leapt forward pointing his wand at the greasy haired boy's throat. Even though Remus had thought he'd keep his temper, he found his hand curled around his own wand; Snape's remarks about him being a beast had become tiresome.

"Put that thing away before you stab yourself with it, that's the only thing you'd be able to do with it." Snape snarled.

Sirius growled deep in the back of his throat. "You bastard! I ought to…"

"You couldn't get far, blood traitor." Snape kept his gaze level and apathetic, letting all his emotion show through his cold sneer and condescending tone.

"What do you say we give Snivellus a way to remember to keep his tongue in line?" Peter said, stepping up next to Sirius, wand drawn.

Snape's unfeeling gaze still didn't falter, but his hand crept into his robes and grasped the handle of his own wand.

"We'll see whose a traitor to their blood!" Sirius cried and as he did Snape whipped his wand from his pocket and all four boys shouted spells at the same time.

James heard the explosion from the other side of the lake. His head shot up from where it had been resting on the top of Lily's. Some sort of alarm went off in his head, and it felt as if something had ripped into his chest. "Sirius, Remus, Peter!...SIRIUS!" He took off around the lake, towards the castle.

Hee hee, slightly cheesy ending? No? But please review anyway! THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH! I hope you all liked it! And I'll TRY to update soon!

And I hope the sections where it went back and forth between James & Lily and Sirius & Remus weren't too confusing!

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