And that's pretty much how Professor Mortenson (Defense Against the Dark Arts) finds James and me five minutes later.

Yes, we are still on the floor.

No, we do not bother looking up when old Mortenson comes in. (I swear I thought he was Sirius!)

And no, I don't think he's going to offer us some bread pudding and let us skip away.

"Ahem," says Mortenson l gruffly. Oh come on, it's not like we did something terrible, I'm sure this has happened before…

Okay. Let's review what just occurred. I turned a dead fern into a colossal monster, indirectly injured another student, and started snogging another student on a teachers' classroom floor.

Like I said, I'm sure this has happened before.

"Ahem." Oh. Right. I should probably say something. Or James could. Gosh, why isn't he? What a slacker. I look over at him, and he's just sitting on the floor, propped up on his shoulders, and staring at Mortenson in a mildly interested kind of way. Wow. All right.

"Hi," I say in a meek voice. The full impact of Mortenson's stern expression is finally sinking in. Damn.

I've never really gotten in trouble before. Okay, there was that one time when I insulted a Hufflepuff--- she was so stupid--- and that other time where I tripped that completely foul Slitherin who would not stop pestering me, but I've never been caught doing something super-embarrassing like this. On a teacher's classroom floor. Damn.

"So," says Professor Mortenson, and now he's got this twisted smile on his face. Okay, come on, how did he even find us in here? It's not his classroom, even! He must have walked by and pressed his nose to the window and saw us. How stalker-like.

"So," he says (yet again).

I look at James, and I can just tell he's dying to say 'so what'.

"Well," says Mortenson.

Well, I guess that's better than 'so,' but god, just get on with it.

"I rather think you two deserve detention."

Nooo! I was just kidding! I liked 'so' and 'well' better! God, kissing James is bad luck. I mean, I admit, for a while I wanted to, but now I'm all bruised from falling all over the place, I've made a new enemy (Frank (okay maybe not new exactly)), and I've got detention!

"What!" says James, looking appalled.

Sometimes I just don't understand him. I mean, we were just caught snogging on the floor of a teachers' classroom. Doesn't that just scream detention to you?

"Yes, Potter, detention," smirks Mortenson. "I want you at the girl's toilets tonight, at 9:00. You'll be cleaning them." He's smirking more than ever. "Without magic," he adds.

Greaaaat. Just lovely.

I look at James, who stares at Mortenson dully for a couple of seconds, and then his face lights up. I can't see why… maybe he has some strange fascination with girls' toilets or something.

"I'm sorry," says James with a smirk, "but I'm afraid that we won't be able to make it to detention tonight."

"Why not?" ask Mortenson and me together. Great minds think alike! Wait--- nooo! Kidding!

"Because," starts James, "as Head Boy and Girl, it is our duty to patrol. Nightly. And I'm afraid that your detention would interfere with our responsibilities."

Mortenson looks dumbfounded. HA! HA! HA! HA, HA, HA, HA!

Whoops. It seems one of those "HA!"'s has escaped me. Don't look at me like that! I'm not insane! Er.

I jump up from the floor. "Must be going!" I say as I pull James up and we go sprinting out the door. I'd have to say that we were pretty slick back there.

Once a good distance away from Mortenson, James stop, and I, in turn, stop, not because I'm obsessed in staying with him or anything, but because we're still holding hands, and it would be the least painful to stop along with him. And… yeah.

I turn around to look at James, and he's… wiping tears out of his eyes? Oh. He was laughing. Ha. I knew that. I didn't know that he was one of those cry-laughers, though. I think it would stink to be one of those, I mean really, I laugh a lot, so I'd probably look like I cried all the time or something, and that's… not good.

I wish he would stop looking at me. I really do. I mean, it's not that I don't like him or anything (because I (and everyone else, according to Andra (I still can't get over that)) have already figured out that I do), but really, those eyes should have a warning label, their that entrancing. I've always liked hazel eyes, most girls prefer green or blue or something like that, but mine are too green, so more green would just be…

Stop staring at me goddamnit! This isn't even the right type of moment to kiss me! I mean, you kiss someone if, say, they wake up from a coma, if they win something, if they create a monstrous fern, or, I don't know, there are a lot of situations where you would snog someone senseless, but after you avoid detention? Nuh-uh. I really should write that dating advice book, because face it, I'm good.

He just put his hands around my waist.

He's still staring at me. Ah well, maybe this isn't such a bad time…

Just then Sirius and Eliza come walking down the corridor, hand in hand, probably coming back from dinner.

I forgot; it's pretty much impossible for James and me to kiss each other without having someone run into us. Seriously, between our friends and teachers and everything, we'll probably have a snog every month, if we're lucky. I'm so stupid. Next time he wants to kiss me, I'll just go for it while I have the chance.

"How come you guys never came down to dinner?" asks Eliza.

Sirius, grinning evilly, opens his mouth, but James interrupts him.

"Just---" James mutters something incoherently, while Eliza looks confused. "Come on, Lily, let's get down to dinner," he says, taking my hand.

"See you guys later!" I say over my shoulder, as James and I make for the Great Hall.

Heads turn as James and I walk, hand in hand, into the Great Hall. I thought they all knew that we liked each other? What a little liar Andra is. Oh well. You'd think they'd have something more interesting to talk about, that their pitiful lives would have something more colorful in them that would overshadow the fact that the two people most well-known to hate each other had gotten together.

But apparently not.

I've never heard them so quiet. And they've never stared at me so much. God, I feel like some sort of freak show. At least James is with me.

Casting a sneaky side-long glance over at James, I see that he's smiling. Yeah, well, I guess he never has had anything against getting attention, has he?

I look up at the staff table and see Mortenson eyeing us with a mixture of loathing and suspicion, like we're bound to charge up to the staff table and pounce on him any second.

As we sit down at the Gryffindor table, the freakish quiet is immediately replaced by loud, excited chatter. Three guesses what they're talking about.

Two girls down the table have their heads buried in a newspaper. Hey, what happened to talking about me? I'm way more interesting than some stupid newspaper!

"… I doubt they'll come anywhere near Hogwarts…"

I wonder what that means? Before I could make a guess, James speaks up.

"Hey, Susan, would you mind letting me read that paper when you're done?" He flashes the girl a dazzling smile.

Blushing, Susan hands him the paper, with a squeaked, "here." What a little suck up! That smile wasn't that dazzling.

Staring at the paper with a concerned look on his face, James nudges me, and points to the headline on The Evening Prophet.

Oh my---

A/N: I know, I love those cliffhangers. I was going to leave it at an earlier point, but it wasn't enough cliffhanger-y, and I was on a roll, so hey, why not. Sorry for the longer wait for this chapter; school, you know… Thanks to all the reviewers…

Eliniel--- I think I finally got the tense thing down… maybe… hopefully… hah well I tried. It's funny how I can't seem to master simple things like that, but hey… thanks for letting me know!

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