Chapter Five – Overactive Teenage Minds

"My dorm," James said, dragging Lily towards the boy's staircase.

"Why yours?" Lily asked, stopping to look at him.

"Because your dorm," he said accusingly, "won't even let me up the stairs."

"Oh," Lily said, remembering the founder's ideas that boys weren't nearly as trustworthy as girls.

"Yes, 'oh,'" James said, continuing to tug Lily up the first step of the staircase.

"But I need stuff from my dorm!"

"Well you'll have to live without it! Your dorms won't let me IN!" James hissed.

"But what will I sleep in?" Lily asked, wanting her green short-shorts and tank top to sleep in with fuzzy slippers and robe.

"You can borrow some of my clothes, Lily," James said, attempting to drag her up the second step.

"What clothes?" Lily asked, an image of her sleeping in James's shirt and tie.

"I dunno, Lily," he said rather exasperatedly, "my boxers or something."

Lily blushed. "Your what?" she asked softly.

"My boxers," James repeated. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Yes, James," she said, once again forgetting that using his first name was a no-no. "I do mind. I want MY pajamas. And we WILL get my pajamas. Now follow me and be QUIET."

With a tug they were heading in the opposite direction, stepping tenderly on the girl's staircase.

Lily tiptoed up the stairs, carefully stepping on each step and waiting for it to turn to a slide before moving on to the next one. James was moving slowly behind her, obviously in doubt that this would work. Lily was secretly convinced that it'd let her up and forget about James's anatomy walking up the stairs.

Lily let out a breath of happiness as they reached the landing to her dorm.

"Great, it worked," she whispered, opening the door. "Now – be – quiet," she said sternly to James as she walked into the dark dorm, James trailing along behind her.

Much like the girls' loos, the girls' dormitory was very girly and very unlike the boys'. Dirty robes and other clothes were in a messy heap in a wicker basket at the end of each bed, next to their trunks, unlike where in James's dormitory the clothes were scattered on the floor. There were girly posters of dance movies and plays – classes, even – even ones of shirtless guys on beaches (James breathed a sigh of relief when Lily didn't have one of these); there were many cosmetics littered around the bedside tables and seven mirrors total in the dormitory alone (James didn't want to know how many were in the bathroom); there were frilly stuffed animals on beds and hanging from the canopies, some squished in groups into corners and some even sitting next to the lamps; there were many – many – girl items littering the room: bras, nail polish and everything else under the sun that went into making a girl a girl for the day. James shuddered to think what was in the bathroom.

He was jerked out of his faze by Lily who walked over to her bed and began gathering things from her trunk. She pulled out her pajamas (green shorts and tight black tank top with matching slippers and a robe), clothes for the next day and her socks and another pair of trainers.

"C'mon," Lily whispered, shoving her things into his arms unexpectedly. She beckoned for him to follow her into the bathroom. James followed, a feeling of apprehension building in his stomach.

The bathroom was pink. It was pink, entirely pink. There was an entire wall of mirrors and a large bathtub/shower combo sitting in the corner. There was a PINK toilet and many other hooks and closets. There were other things (girl things, James remembered with a jolt as he saw the blue lace trim of someone's bra) in the room as well that scared James half to death. When he saw a hot pink box sticking out of one of the cabinets, James went to investigate; when he found out what it was he muffled a scream and shoved the box back in the cabinet, moving closer to where Lily was fishing stuff out of her own cabinet and moving it over to her shower caddy.

"Okay, ready," Lily whispered, standing up and moving to the bathroom door. "Be – quiet," she said again sharply before moving swiftly out of the bathroom, and through the dorm. "The slide'll kick in now," she said as they hit the landing.

And sure enough as soon as James's foot hit the step, the staircase turned into a smooth concrete slide, allowing them to slip and slide the whole way down.

"Alright," James said, standing up and helping Lily up as well. "NOW can we go to bed?"

"Yes, now we can go to bed," Lily said as she followed him quietly up the staircase.

"I can't believe you didn't think this through, Potter," Lily hissed, bringing his surname into the deal.

"I didn't think it'd happen," James grumbled, staring at his four-poster bed with disgust.

"You didn't think this would happen?" Lily yelled at him in a whisper. "We're attached at the hand you didn't think this would happen?"

"No, Lily, I didn't," James said quietly, glancing around to make sure his roommates were fast asleep.

"I'm going to change," she mumbled, picking up her pajamas and marching to the boy's dormitory bathroom.

But Lily forgot James was attached to her. Slamming the door shut and her skirt already three inches down her hips, Lily remembered James was in the room with him.

Lily began to scream, but before she could fully get the scream out, James's hand was clapped tight over her mouth to muffle the sound.

"Shh!" he hissed. "You don't want to wake up my dorm, have them come in here and find you partially undressed at 4am, do you?"

Lily stopped immediately at the idea and shut up.

"Turn around!" she hissed.

James turned obediently around as she changed out of her robes and into her pajamas.

"Now your turn," he said as he picked up his own pajamas to change into.

"Okay, I'm ready," he said after a few moments of shuffling and changing.

"Okay, good," Lily said, turning round to face him again.

But, once again Lily tried to scream but James managed to clap his hand over her mouth to shut her up.

"YOU DON'T WEAR A SHIRT TO BED?" Lily asked staring wide-eyed at James's bear chest which was near level with her head.

"No I don't," James replied indignantly. "So what."

But that so what didn't last long.

They were standing, clad in pajamas in front of James's four-poster as his wristwatch beeped 5am.

"Who's gonna sleep on the floor?" James asked, eyeing his bed warily. Merlin was he tired.

"What?' Lily asked quietly, thinking of her cozy bed in her nice, girly dorm.

"Who's gonna sl-"

"I heard what you said," she snapped, cutting him off. "But what? We are NOT sleeping on the floor!"

"Well, you obviously won't sleep in that bed with me, so who's sleeping on the floor?" James asked praying for the bed – but sleep in general.

"Neither of us are sleeping on the floor, James," Lily whispered, sitting down on the left side of his bed.

"So we're gonna share the bed?" James asked, the teenage-boy-mind kicking in.

"Yes, now get in here," she said as she slipped off her robe and left it and her slippers on the ground by the bed. She crawled under the covers, leaving half the bed to James. "Just don't try anything, please."

James crawled tentatively into the bed next to Lily, his right arm stretching out as Lily moved; hey, her arm moved, his arm moved.

"G'night, Lily," James mumbled, rolling over to face Frank's bed.

"G'night, James," Lily yawned back, facing Peter's bed.

And within three seconds of their goodnights, the pair was out cold.

"Oh my Merlin."

"What?"

"Prongs got lucky last night."

"Really?"

"With who?"

"Let me see!"

"Oh my Merlin, he DID get lucky!"

"I told you so!"

"With Evans."

"God, how many love potions did he GIVE her?"

"That practically knocked them out cold."

"Aw, they're holding hands!"

"No shite, Wormtail."

"So how did he get her in here?"

"How did she sleep in his BED?"

"What's she wearing?"

"Why do you want to know, Padfoot?"

"To see if they DID anything of course."

"I'm not going to look at what she's wearing."

"Then you do it, Wormtail."

"NO!"

"Whimp."

"Pervert."

"Proud of it."

"How can they sleep with this racket going on around them?"

"I don't know."

"God, Prongs is getting some serious ribbing tonight."

"I can agree with that."

"Count me in."

"Me too."

"C'mon, let's go down to breakfast."

"Sure."

"I'm coming."

"Wait for me!"

Lily and James had unfortunately only had three hours of sleep when the Marauders and their roommate – Frank Longbottom – woke up and found them together. So, much to the either good of bad side of it al (no one can decided) they were totally out cold for the entire conversation. They were just sleeping the entire time, not a single care in the world.

James opened his eyes and looked straight out in front of him. Facing him was the most gorgeous girl he had ever known, obviously still asleep and he knew that once she opened her eyes, he'd be five inches away from her vivid green eyes.

And his prediction was correct.

Lily's eyes fluttered open and found her face just inches from James Potter's, their joined hands in the middle of them. Lily's hand had worked her way up to rest on his hand out of the pair while she was sleeping. Fortunately she didn't notice this yet – but James did.

He would have kissed her if she didn't mind. But she would, so he didn't. Their lips just sat inches apart as they stared at each other as Sunday afternoon blazed around them.

Noticing how close they were to "bonding" and "becoming friends," Lily brushed her hair behind her ear and mumbled, "We should get ready. We've already missed breakfast; we don't want to miss lunch too."

The two dressed for the day, each turning around while the other got ready, smirking to themselves at the slightest idea. Teenage minds were obviously contagious.