LILY EQUALS LIFE

By: n33n

Okay, a new approach to the whole Lily && James madness. James is arrogant and charming as ever…Sirius hot, yet maddening at the same time…Remus, quiet and thoughtful…Peter—that worm, and Lily? Oh, Lily's still feisty and kicking. Kicking James in the OUCHES.

Chapter Seven

"My dear Lilykins! There you are! I've been looking all over the place for you." An obnoxiously loud and deep voice penetrated through her head. "So evasive, aren't you?"

She groggily sat up, covering her mouth as she yawned slightly. "Eurgh?" Lily greeted the speaker eloquently.

"You fell asleep on a table?" James asked as soon as he saw her and a look of disbelief spread across his face. He sat down across from her at the table she was at.

Lily reddened slightly and didn't answer, so James shook off the expression. "Never mind."

An awkward silence passed as neither person knew just what to say.

"So, are you enjoying the party much?" James asked lightly, speaking to the table, as he tried to spark some conversation.

Lily rolled her eyes expertly. "It's simply lovely. And what about you?"

"It's quite delightful to be informed of your father's each and every single great accomplishment. Which, of course, includes going to the loo seven times in one day," James said, grinning widely. "That's his best one yet, obviously. Capturing nine Dark Wizard supporters in one night pales in comparison to that, don't you think?"

Lily bit down on her lip to keep from grinning as well. "Well, it seems that your father has an extremely bad case of an overactive bladder. He might want to check it out. It could very much be a symptom of a sexually-transmitted disease and all," Lily said, keeping a straight face the entire time as she said this.

James cocked an eyebrow up, struggling not to burst out laughing. "I don't know whether or not I should laugh at the absurdity of it or be mad that you just insulted my father."

Lily shrugged indifferently. "Whatever suits you, I guess."

"All right."

Approximately 10.72 seconds after he said this, James threw himself into a fit of chuckles. "That was indeed quite funny, Evans. Just don't tell my father I didn't defend him."

Lily cast him a bewildered glance at this sudden outburst and shook her head.

She suddenly realized something very surreal. She and James Potter were having a somewhat decent conversation.

"So, what are you doing here?" Lily said in a sneering tone, giving her famous 'leave-me-the-eff-alone' face.

James looked surprised at her sudden change in mood. "PMS, anyone?"

Lily shot him a glare. "For your information, Potter, every time a female specimen gets angry, it does not necessarily have to be blamed on PMS," Lily said hotly.

"Oh, I see what you mean by that. Girl problems, anyone?" James shot back, grinning.

Lily closed her eyes and mentally told herself to be still and calm. She would hold in her temper. McGonagall had told her that if Lily bit off James's head one more time in class, she would have to put her in anger-management classes. So, this would be good practice. Deep breath. Another deep breath. The ten-second rule usually worked.

"1…2….3….4….5…" Lily muttered softly, but James heard it all due to his keen hearing.

"Er, is that some type of new sleep method? 3…4…5…? Oh! Wait, I know! You're counting sheep, aren't you? Evans, honestly, I grew out of that habit like two months ago," James shook his head.

Lily nearly exploded. Must calm down. DO NOT EXPLODE. Well, if the ten-second rule doesn't work, maybe the twenty-second one will.

"1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…" Lily tried once more.

"Merlin, you must really need some sleep! You're counting all over again. Well, I guess if sheep-counting works, I won't laugh at you," James said with what he thought was a generous tone. "Well, I won't make fun of you too much."

"I am not counting sheep, Potter! I have never counted sheep before in my life! Counting sheep is for incompetent people with the initials JHP! I simply cannot believe that you were still counting sheep at the ripe age of sixteen! Really," Lily finally burst out, blinking her eyes open and showing rage.

James stared at her for a moment or two. Then, "You know my initials?"

Lily's cheeks flushed a pale pink. "That is not the point, Potter! The point at hand is—"

"So how did you figure out my initials? Have you been stalking me the moment I popped out of my mum or something? Snatched my birth certificate out of my dear old mum's hands as soon as I was born? You are such a horrid person, Evans," James said with a bright twinkle in his eye.

"I did not stalk you, Potter! As you know good and well, I am about two months younger than you, which makes it quite impossible for me to steal your birth certificate while I was still in my mother's womb!" Lily retorted angrily, splotches of pink splattered across her cheeks.

"Key words, 'did not'. You could be stalking me right now, you know. And how did you know that I'm two months older than you?" James asked slyly. "Broke into the student records and looked up my birthday, did you?"

"I did nothing of the sort!" Lily snapped and refused to say anything else.

"Oh, so you probably know where I live, my blood type, and that I'm allergic to seafood?" James continued, nearly laughing by now. "And of course, I expect a present now that I know you know my birthday." James gave her a quick wink.

Lily frowned. "I told you, it was just a coincidence that I knew those things. I didn't know any of that you just told me."

"Oh, really now?" James smirked.

"Yes, really," Lily glared again.

"Hmm, I happen to think that this is a very suspicious matter indeed," James said thoughtfully, rubbing at his jaw, which made Lily glance over at it.

It was really defined, strong, and perfect, as if chiseled by a master sculptor from the best marble. For an odd moment, Lily longed to trace his jaw line with her finger. She stood up from the table at this sudden traitorous thought and nearly bolted from the table, almost tripping on herself as James stood up and asked where she was going.

"Evans, where are you heading to? We haven't finished this conversation!" James called after her.

"I really need to go," Lily said quickly and fled towards the Gryffindor Common Room, ignoring the protests of James and Professor Slughorn, who required that all invitees to stay at least three hours.

Without taking a stop, Lily ran through the corridors (something she had never done before), and finally halted at the foot of her bed.

Alice had saw her enter the Common Room and rose to see how she was, but Lily shook her head and raced upstairs to the girls' dormitory.

She sat down on her bed and sighed. What had gotten into her tonight? She shivered at the thought of being attracted to James Potter's jaw line. It was just a fluke. I am not attracted to his jaw or even worse, James Potter. He does not have a sexy jaw or…I AM NOT ATTRACTED TO HIM.

Lily shook her head hard, trying to forget the image of his jaw. As soon as she did so, her mind conjured up a picture of a pair of mischievous, twinkling, and warm hazel eyes that try as she might, she simply could not stop thinking about the entire night.

Author's Note:

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