She flitted through the halls of Hogwarts like a butterfly, never resting anywhere for too long.

That sounds amazingly soppy, but James was a soppy guy. Underneath all the manly manliness, he was basically a stuffed bear. But only Remus, Sirius, and Peter knew.

He couldn't get anywhere near her. But now he didn't know if he wanted to.

James sighed, his hot breath mingling and swirling in the humid air of the morning. Unrecognisable, now.

He could not stop thinking about her. About what she said, and about what she knew. About Remus? She knew about him? Why didn't she say anything, to him or to the teachers or to the general prejudiced public?

Prejudiced. Lily thought he was prejudiced.

Back to important matters.

So, she never said anything about it. Remus. That's who he was talking about, right?

Wait. He was talking to himself.

James, God of all things holy and hot, was sitting on a windowsill in the owlery, talking to himself.

Pick up your jaw, it's not that weird.

Back to Remus. She knew he was a werewolf. Yet she was friends with Remus. They were as good a pair of study nerds as James knew, and together, they could study a twelve-hour shift, with only two ten-minute toilet breaks. Why they needed ten minutes to go to toilet, he didn't know.

Thinking about Lily on the toilet wasn't anything like thinking of the Queen on the toilet.

James pulled at his hair, talking to himself. Ordering himself to focus.

He had no idea what the Queen would look like on the toilet, but Lily would look serene. No, troubled. She would probably be reading a book. Transfiguration.

James released a strangled sort of sobby screamy yelly thing out into the still, frigid air of the Hogwarts grounds. It was no use. He couldn't focus, he couldn't think, and he definitely couldn't stop thinking about Lily on the toilet.

And the queen.

Obviously, he ran from the owlery, tugging at his hair and yelling gibberish like a madman.

He needed to find Lily and make her make him see sense.

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Lily mind was shelling a million pea pods a second. And none of them tasted any good.

She could not stop thinking about what the hell Potter was thinking, and she was now sitting in the kitchens drinking the sharpest coffee the house elves could muster to get her mind in order.

The coffee was not working. All she could think of now was Potter shelling peas.

Not constructive to her train of thought.

What was that again?

Ahh. Potter.

Grr.

What would he be thinking now? Would he want to change? Trying to change? Actually changing? Or was that too much to ask for so soon?

Or was he cursing her under his breath? Wondering whether she was under a befuddling potion and if he should be kissing some sense into her.

Kicking. She's meant to say kicking some sense into her.

She honestly hoped it would be the first option. He was so good looking, that being able to bear staying in the same room as him for more time than it took for him to open his mouth was always a good thing for the whole of the female population of Hogwarts.

She still hated him, but of course she knew he was hot, because not thinking that would be impossible. She'd even tried closing her eyes when they were squabbling, to see if he sounded as breathtaking as he looked. He did. He asked her if she was all right, in the most breathtaking voice she had ever heard. All whimsical and soft and shivery.

BLOODY HELL!

SHIT! SHE HAD JUST SWORN!

AGAIN!

AGAIN AGAIN!

All she could think about was that stupid Potter and his stupid breathiness and she needed to stop it. She needed to be able to think rationally in her final, most important year of schooling, and to do that she needed Potter to look like an absolute prat in her eyes. She needed for him to be a racist, sexist, prejudiced pig.

Oh, and a womaniser. That would make her really mad.

She needed to find Potter to make him make her see his senselessness.

Oh god, now she had a headache to boot.

She slammed her cup down on the table, and, pounding her head in punishment, screeched out of the room, bowling over some very timid little house elves.

"Goodbye, Miss! Come back if you ever needs some stronger coffee!" A very confuzzled elf was waving very enthusiastically at Lily's departing back.

A high-pitched screech only made the house-elf fall down again, clutching his ears.

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"Potter!"

"Evans!"

"Get out of my head!"

"Get out of my head!"

The two teenagers stared at each other, shaky breaths being wrenched from their lungs.

"What the hell are you talking about?" From the swearing, we can tell it is Lily.

"Well, since you said I'm a prejudiced prat, all I can think about since then is the Queen on the toilet."

She raised a quizzical brow.

She licked her teeth in that annoying way people do.

She gripped her hands to her hips, as well. She needed a lot of control.

"Explain. From the beginning. From you being a prat right down to the queen on the toosh." Lily was tapping her foot now.

James fidgeted.

"I can't."

"Why the hell not?" Again, Lily.

" . . .Because . . . look, suffice to say, I want to know why you didn't say anything about Remus, and, well . . . I get it why I'm a prejudiced prat. I'm not a prat, but I guess I am prejudiced. I . . .er, I agree with that. So what do I do about that now?"

Lily studied him. James hadn't a clue what she was thinking. But luckily, we're the narrators, so we get an insight into the twisted minds of our heroines.

She had completely forgotten what he had said about Remus for the time being, because she was transfixed with the idea that he had recognised a fault.

In himself.

And now, he was completely at her mercy.

Lily noticed the corner of her mouth managed to quirk up before she bit it back down before she began speaking.

"Fantastic Potter, we have reached an understanding that you are prejudiced. To fix it, you must stop being prejudiced. I want no word of judgment to pass your lips for the next eternity."

He stared at her.

"Oh, and no hurting people, either."

He continued to stare. Not at her face, but at her hips. They were much more interesting.

"POTTER"

"Yes ma-am!"

"Do you understand me?"

"Yes."

"Good, now I will explain about Remus.

"I never told anyone about him being a werewolf because nobody needed to know. They would have judged him, and he, along with you, and I, as well as every other Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw or Gryffindor, muggle, muggle-born or pregnant teen, none of them, deserve to be judged." She wasn't quite sure if that sentence made sense, but she kept on before he could realise. "I didn't tell you lot that I knew, because two things could have happened. He would've felt self-conscious around me, and around others, damaging our friendship, and you all would have started treating me strangely. You indeed would have possibly tried to have a civil, friendly conversation with me.

"Or, he would have felt much confident around me, and our friendship would have gone from strength to strength. Obviously, your having a nice conversation with me was too much of a risk to even contemplate strengthening Remus and mine's friendship. So, I did not tell you, and Remus and I are still good friends, and you and I only talk to quarrel. Quite satisfactory."

He stared at her eyes, this time. They were perfectly calm. Bloody Evans.

He couldn't even think of a good comeback in his own mind! She had quite an annoying effect on him, but until now, he had always thought it a very useful effect. Especially for daydreaming. But now, all he could do was look at her like a twat with nothing to say. Because that is exactly what he was. A twat with nothing to say.

"Anything else?" She continued. Quite calm.

"Yes. What the hell was I doing in your head?"

"Quite a sad question, really. And one you shall never know the answer to."

His jaw slackened at the indignancy of it all.

"Over the next week, I will monitor your personality change. If it is satisfactory" - James hated that word - "I will let you in on another damnable trait of yours, and might even give you tips on how to overcome it. Cheerio."

And with that, she strutted out of the room. James was too preoccupied with her hair to stare at her hips, though, because it was on fire. He had turned it on fire.

And she still hadn't noticed.

A screech from her general direction (James couldn't tell if it was from her, he was running for cover) informed him she had realised, and he promptly restored her flaming - as in red - locks to their original colour. He ran out of the room, a mantra of "sorry sorry sorry sorry" flowing from his smooth-talking mouth as he did so.

So, she wouldn't hex his ears onto the toilet walls today, but maybe next time. She had checked out A Thousand Useful Hexes for Diminishing His Ego a week ago, and intended to finish it today.

A/N: Thank you to people who review. Seriously, if you want Spice Girl stickers, tell me your address and I will send them. I am in good mood at 11:30 PM. About updating. I'll probably do it every few days, or a week. Longest would be a week. Because I do stuff. Time consuming stuff. I have a life, unfortunately. But if it's been a week, email me or send me a message, or send a hitman over to my place or something. I have a tendency to lose focus. As my teachers are constantly reminding me. Oh, a bit of a different chapter style. I'll change as my moodand the time changes. Bear with me, I'll grow up sooner or later! Ciao, mon amies. i.e., catch ya later, twats. Rosemary72590 - Thanks. I like to think he's not comppletely thick. Half the cute guys I know think Australia is a state of America. Quite sad, as we live in Australia. Suddy - YAY! I love making people cry! In a nice way, of course! Thanks for the review. I tear up at the most random times. Ha! I cried in Babies and Bathwater. House episode. I still do cry in it, actually! Silent night walker - I did. I'm gonna call you Jeff. I don't know why, but I'm listening to Jeff Buckley. That might be why. enchanted-legend - Year 7, I kind of said it in this chapter. Charlotta's Imagination - I'll check it out as soon as I've done my Physics Assignment! Thanks for the niceness, though. I get my grammar kind of mixed up, because I bearely check over work. I need a beta. Any volunteers? I'd send you Backstreet Boys stickers? floro13 - Cheers. What are Snaps? Anonymous9109 - I wrote for four hours to make them longer. I hope that works! I kind of work on spur of the moment, so everything will be different. One week Lily will be suicidal, the next James'll be the elephant man in a circus. Oh, I mentioned it above, but would anyone like to be a beta-reader? My tenses suck monkey's balls coz I work on instinct. Review or I'll glue your tongue to the Station Toilet floor. Enjoy!