Chapter 3: Masking thier Feelings.

The next morning was Saturday and Lily was running down to the Great Hall for breakfast. She turned the corner and nearly knocked James flat on his face.

"Watch it Evans," he said in that jock manner.

"You watch it Potter," Lily snipped back at him.

"Fiesty this morning aren't we?"

"I haven't had my coffee yet. Where are you off to in such a hurry?" she asked.

"Well I just sat down to eat when I remebered I forgot to wake Siruis for his detention."

"Well you're too late. I saw him running down the hall, shirt on backwards, one arm in his robes, and wearing one shoe swearing and screaming 'I'll kill that Prongs'. It was quite funny."

"I bet it was, care to join me for breakfast?" James asked.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes Evans, I'm being nice."

"I must be mad for accepting."

"That's a yes then?" James asked hopefully.

"Did I lapse into French?" she said trying to match his egotistical additude.

"Devons-nous aller alors?" he asked.

Lily was shocked. She knew that meant 'Shall we go then?" She had no idea he spoke French. He held out his arm to her.

She answered, "oui" (yes), and and linked her arm through his and they set off to breakfast.

Was she mad? She had to be. But she savored the moment until they reached the Great Hall.

"So Siruis has detention. Peter has detention, why aren't you there?" she asked kiddingly as she poured some pumpking juice and coffee for them.

"I'm actually living up to the Head Boy reputation."

"So where is Remus? He's the only good one in the bunch."

James laughed, "Sleeping."

"Typical boy," she laughed.

"That's a little sterotypical," James pretended to act hurt.

"I suppose it is, pass the butter please."

James lifted it into midair with his wand and drifted it Lily.

"Must you use you're wand for everything! You wouldn't last a day in the muggle world!" she exclaimed as she buttered her toast.

"I suppose I wouldn't," he smirked and Lily lost all senses.

"So..." James spoke bringing her out of her trance, "What are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing...why?" she eyed him.

"Well I was wondering...if I could show you something."

Lily was really questioning him now, "Like what?"

"Trust me Evans...you do trust me right?"

"I suppose," she said melting as she studied his hazel eyes.

"Meet me in the common room at 10:00, ok?"

"James I..."

"Please...Lily..."

She melted. He called her Lily.

"Okay..."

James knew what he wanted to do. Why he did he knew. How he was going to do it...he didn't know.

They were lost in each other's eyes when Peter flopped down besides them. He retold a story about how Snape had slipped and broke his nose in the hall. James roared with laughter. Lily was outraged.

"JAMES POTTER! THAT IS NOT FUNNY! WHY MUST YOU BE SUCH A PRAT!"

"I-uh-no. No of course it isn't. I'm sorry Lily."

"I don't know what I saw..." Lily started to say. She was going to say I don't know what I saw in you in the first place, but stopped herself.

"Come again Lily?"

"Nothing," she answered before tucking into her breakfast.