Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize, any names you don't recognize are of my creation, oh and I got Lewis' name with the help of my friend off the bus, THANX.

A/N I promised that this chapter would be up on Thursday, so here it its. I have discovered, that if I write chapters on the bus and in crappy pointless classes (like sewing and French) then my chapters end up being longer, and hopefully better so look forward to some longer chapter, I hope. Oh and I got some reviews for my authors note, lol, you guys crack me up. Thanx heaps for your reviews.

Chapter 7 – I want to go with you:

Moo's POV:

Aaaaaggghhh! I am going to miss breakfast and be late for class. And by the look of it so are Lily and Denzi. Now where the hell is that other sock? I have been really frustrated lately. I haven't spoken to Remus since Halloween, that's like a whole week ago. But I don't know why I'm so surprised. I mean he's Remus Lupin, of the Marauders, and I'm just plain, little Audrey McMew.

Lily gets to talk to him. They are both prefects after all. I bet they get all cozy in those prefect meetings, while they're organizing the ball. Lily told me that her, Remus and the other prefects had decided that the students could either wear muggle formal dress or dress robes and that the younger students would be allowed to stay till 10 instead of 9:30 as originally planned.

OMG WHERE THE HELL IS MY BLOODY SOCK? I am now under my bed looking for my sock. Is that Lily's sweater? I pick it up and send the blur of green flying to the other side of the room.

"How did your sweater come to be under my bed Lily?" I scream "And where is my sock?"

I pull my head out from under the bed to see Denzi pulling my sock out of her own trunk. Hmm, how did it get there?

"Give me!" I yell and grab my sock from her.

We manage to be ready in five minutes and we race down stairs to the seemingly empty common room. Lily and Denzi are already out the portrait hole when I feel a hand on my arm. I turn to see the nervous but smiling face of Remus Lupin. Why is he nervous? Lily and Denzi look at me so I tell them to go on. "I'll meet you in class."

They nod and smirk at me before leaving me and Remus alone, now standing just inside the common room.

"So…" I say looking up into Remus' big, gorgeous, handsome, amazing dreamy- stop it Moo! Before you start drooling.

"I'm sorry I haven't spoken to you all week." Remus says and I am pulled out of my thoughts. "It's just that I've been trying to work up the courage to ask you something."

"It's ok," I say, I hope he was finished, I don't want to interrupt him "What did you want to ask me?"

Please be something good. Please be something good. Oh Merlin, Please be something good.

"Would you like to go to the Christmas ball with me?"

HALLEUIA! HALLEUIA!

"I'd love to," I reply and a big smile cracks onto his face. That smile…

"Great" He exclaims "Well we better get to class, you've got Potions now, don't you?...

No one's POV:

"I hope Moo hurries up," Lily said to Denzi as they lined up outside the dungeon classroom "Spicer hates it when people are late."

"Look, She's coming now," Denzi said pointing to their friend that was running towards them "What did Remus want?"

"He wanted to ask me to the ball."

"Are you serious?" Lily screamed, but quietly.

The tree girls jumped up and down before realizing that everyone was looking at them, including Remus' two best friends, James and Sirius. The girls composed themselves as the two marauders smirked, both making mental notes to tell their friend just how excited his date was.

The class of sixth years filed into the room. Because it was Advanced Potions there weren't many students in the class. The only Gryffindors were the three girls and James and Sirius, then there were four Slytherins, three Hufflepuffs and, what Denzi was interested in, four Ravenclaws. Three of them were boys.

One of the Gryffindor girls paid much attention. Lily was very good at potions ad already knew pretty much everything that the teacher was telling the class in an almost "theory" lesson, so she was basically kind of just staring blankly at the teacher faking interest. Moo couldn't concentrate because she was so excited about the ball and she was mentally planning exactly how she was going to look. And Denzi was busy deciding which of the three Ravenclaws she was going to ask to the ball, which seemed to keep her mind of kept her mind off Sirius.

Ryan Winter was out of the question, as he was her ex and a total womanizer. Jack Duxbury was also, by the looks of the girl sitting next to him tightly clasping his hand and gazing intently into his eyes, not an option.

This only left Lewis Pemberton. He was tall, with short black hair and misty grey eyes. He was, in every girl's opinion, extremely good looking. Lewis was also very respectable with the cutest smile; he was funny and really kind and considerate. Perfect Denzi thought.

Lewis was looking around the room when he caught Denzi's eye and flashed her his dazzling smile.

Traditionally the guy was supposed to ask the girl but Denzi had never believed in the whole guy has to do every thing kind of thing and she being a very confident woman didn't really care. She decided that she may as well do it then. So she wrote him a small note;

Lewis,

Would you like to go to the Christmas ball with me?

Love,

Sam Godenzie.

She folded the note, picked up her wand and levitated the note in his direction. She watched him as he read the note and smiled. When Denzi replied she couldn't help but grin and felt unwanted butterflies in her stomach.

Lily's POV

Moo's Lucky. She has a date for the ball. Denzi is also lucky. She has a date to the ball as well. And who do I have? Nobody. And to make it worse I have to study with James Friggin' Potter. Yep, that's right, I HAVE TO STUDY WITH JAMES POTTER!

Professor McGonagall wants me to get some help with my Transfiguration because it's not my best subject. So, because I got ONE measly, Acceptable mark on an essay I have to study with James. I'm not being tutored by him, I am simply studying with him. Sometimes when I think about him, he doesn't seem that bad.

I haven't really thought about him much lately. Well, I've tried not to but it seems impossible. He is always there, trying to invade my thoughts. See, he's doing it now, I'm thinking about how much I think about him. He's being his usual annoying bigheaded self by invading my own thoughts.

I am now sitting in the common room, at my favourite table to study at waiting for him. He only just got back from Quidditch practice, drenched, about 5 minutes ago and had to quickly race up stairs and have a shower so he wouldn't cover the common room with mud. There he is, walking down the stairs, shaking his wet, black hair out of his eyes. He looks good with wet hair. Oh my god I did not just think that. Ok maybe I did, but he's still an ass, see there he goes ruffling up his hair with his hand. Hmm the way his hair is sitting right now is really cute.

"Hey Evans" he says forcing my eyes into his instead of the mess of black on his head "Ready to learn?"

Damn he's an ass. I glare at him and say "Look James, Can we just get on with this please?" Shit, I just called him James didn't I? I hope this doesn't give him any ideas. James looks shocked, taken back. I think me calling him by his first name shut him up. So that's all it takes.

He sits down next to me at the table and starts to talk to me about our last transfiguration lesson. He asks me a couple of questions about transfiguring tables into pigs. What shocks me is that he isn't talking to me in his usual way, he's not patronizing me and acting like he is so good because Professor McGonagall asked him to help me. Maybe I should continue to call him James.

We study for about half an hour, when we decide to call it a night. I can't believe how nice he was, I hope he doesn't ruin it all.

"Hey Lily," James begins, yes I am letting him call me by my first name. "I'm probably pushing my luck here," yes probably "but, will you go to the ball with me?"

And there we go, evening ruined. I can feel the anger rising in me. But then I see his frustrated and crest fallen face and I realise how mean I am being. He has been nothing but a gentlemen and I act like he's murdered someone. Before I can answer, he grabs his books and goes to leaves.

I grab his arm "Wait, James, I'll go with you." Did I just do what I think I did?

"Don't do me any favours, Evans."

"No, James, I want to go with you."

A/N YAY, I think that may have been the longest chapter yet. Which is sad because it wasn't actually that long. Anyway, The part about Denzi is probably my least favourite bit. I hope Denzi didn't sound like she is using Lewis or is a bit of a slut or something; she is just trying to not think of Sirius. Gotta go, I have a dancing lesson.

Lots of Luv,

Skweeky Leisha AKA Hpfreaklk