A/N: ok! I still have about 4 more chapters of written up stuff, BUT I'm at the end of my spring break, so! We all know what this means. Less time to update. I'd like to thank all my reviewers for being really nice about my story.

And a thanks to Phoenix Sworn, without whom I would not have gotten the guts to write the story.

Elephant Wings: Yay! I'm glad you like Gretchen. She's kinda like me, only she thinks of good comebacks/insults at the time of the argument, not after it, like I do. It's a bit of a problem, actually.

Unsettling Questions

"Potter! Evans! I will have you know that you two together were far from my first choice for Head Boy and Girl, but Professor Dumbledore feels that you will somehow compliment each other." Professor McGonagall explained as she led James and Lilly through Hogwarts.

"Here is the tower. Choose a password, and settle yourselves in."

'I can't believe I have to live with Potter for the whole year. And share a bathroom, no less.' Lilly shook her head disgustingly, and realized Potter was asking her a question.

"What was that?" Lilly asked.

"Ah, Evans, have you lost yourself in my good looks again?" James smirked, as he thought

'Idiot! Idiot! Why didn't you stop yourself! Learn some sense of self-control, man!'

'And the prat returns!' Lilly though, 'I knew it was too good to last.'

"No! I was despairing over the fact that I have to live with an arrogant prat all year!"

"Oh . . .well! I simply asked what you wanted the password to be." James responded quietly.

"You asked for my opinion? Shocking." Lilly said, not seeing his repentance.

"Well?"

"Make it whatever you want."

"Uh . . How about . . . apricot!"

"Apricot?" Lilly asked, flatly.

"It's a nice fruit that doesn't get enough credit!" James retorted as the portrait of the Gryffindor lion swung open.

They walked into a large Common Room, painted red with black leather couches and a flagstone fireplace. On one side of the room stood 2 desks with parchment and quills, and on the other stood two doors.

The mahogany paneled doors were identical save for the brass plaques. The door on the left had "Lilly Evans" written in beautiful script with a single flower underneath the name. The right door had "James Potter" boldly printed with a stag underneath.

"I'm going to unpack" Lilly said, slightly awestruck.

"I think I'll do the same."

Lilly opened her door to the room of her dreams. The giant room was wrapped in crisp white wainscoting, with a dreamy medium blue and white striping paint on the walls and solid blue underneath. The stripes drew her gaze toward the ceiling, where she saw navy blue and silver six-pointed starts alternating across the top. A cherry wood desk stood at one wall, a bookcase at the next. Her wardrobe opened, revealing shelves and shoe racks. A queen sized feather bed stood in the corner. It's wrought-iron bedstand curved gracefully, matching the vanity across the room. On the walls stood prints of Paris, "the Lady of Shalott" and a French memo-board to house her many photos. Soft cream carpet spread beneath her feet. The scent of fresh washed cotton and lilies wafted through the air. She smiled at the pure beauty in front of her, and opened her trunk.

James walked into his room and was met with his ideal room. His walls were a rich foresty green, with oak furniture standing proudly at the walls. His bed stood free of a bedstand, with a cream comforter. His walls were covered with paintings of outdoor scenes and Quidditch teams. An impressive tapestry of a wolf, stag, and bear-like black dog hung across one wall. On his desk sat several empty frames, waiting to be filled with flashing pictures of Sirius, Remus, Peter, and himself. Hardwood floors shone beneath his feet. The room smelt like the outdoors in fall; clean, crisp, with a hint of spice. The room was simplistic, it was masculine, it was . . . perfect. He quickly threw his robes into the wardrobe and went to knock on Lilly's door.

"come in!" Lilly called.

James looked around in shock; in 10 minutes time, a large bookcase was filled with novels, textbooks, odds, ends, and picture frames. Her wardrobe was filled with muggle clothes, robes, bags, and at least 30 pairs of shoes. A delicate Chinese folding screen stood in one corner. A memo board flashed with pictures of Lilly, Gretchen, Alice and Tabby at various ages. One picture caught his eye.

The girls stood together under an apple tree. He judged them to be about 15, looking very tired but incredibly please with themselves.

"What's this?" he asked.

Lilly glanced over "Oh! That's just Ice, Breeze, Gea and I after we . . . um, actually I forget one occasion."

"Oh. Why do you have those names?"

Lilly looked slightly flustered, and said

"Well, Alice is Ice, because . . .you know, A-L-I-C-E. Gea is off Gretchen, and Breeze is Tabby because, . . . Well! Why are you called Prongs?"

"Easy Firehair! Just a question" He said, avoiding her question. "I just wanted to see if you wanted to explore the bathroom with me."

"Oh . . .sure."

"Geez Evans, you really have a fiery, explosive temper, don't you?"

'You have no idea' thought Lilly wryly.