"So dear Lily," drawled a nearby voice, "Now that I've made the greatest seeker save in the history of Quidditch, will you agree to go in a date with me?"

Lily focused on her eggs. The eggs Lily thought Look at how they're arranged. Like a flower. Or a bunny. But the eggs remained a pile of eggs, and Lily was startled into noticing that James Potter had laid his hand on her arm. She yanked it back.

He invades my dreams and now he's touching me like I was his. Oh the nerve of him!

Several ears perked up at the tables, evidently waiting for another Lily-Evans-James-Potter fight. Lily wasn't going to deny them that pleasure.

"How often do I have to tell you not to ask me to date you, Potter?" she spat. "Or are you so thick-skulled that the words 'I will not date you' won't make it mast your hair?"

James made a mock bow with a smirk on his face. "As you can see friends" He called "the retorts of every one of our fights follow the formula of that of a master sword." He smiled at a pretty Hufflepuff, who giggled. So that is how he gets those nice easy dimples of his. Thought Lily. She shook her head. "Lily, the blade, always pokes at me and makes fun of me, which in turn makes all of our hearts, bleed, especially mine. I, the handle, can guide those remarks and either make them nasty, or very, very nasty." He shuddered. "I just made a remark which would qualify in the very, very, very, very nasty category. Or she'll make a particularly weak one just to prove that I cannot read her mind.

Lily lowered her voice to a harsh whisper. "You know, Potter, that I am a master of divination, especially dreams. Last night, you got indirectly threatened, turned green with motion sickness, and broke your nose. And guess what" she paused for dramatic effect. Lily's grin was huge. "It was all real…"

James looked at her in confusion. "When did that happen, Lily?" His voice was perfectly calm and clear, with no hint of frustration anywhere.

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me by last name only?" Lily growled.

"At least once more, dear Lily."

As Lily opened her mouth to retort, Monica, who had now finished her breakfast, grabbed Lily's arm, and said "My, my, look at the time. We'd better be going." Then she whispered "Silencio" and shut Lily's mouth.

James again looked quite confused. He's kinda cute when his face looks like that. Lily suppressed a giggle. What's wrong with me? He isn't cute. He's a self-absorbed, arrogant git!

James had asked "But there aren't any classes on a Saturday. Where could you possibly need to go?"

Monica looked wildly around for an excuse. "The library." Monica was still holding Lily's wrist. "We need to go to the library." It was the arm with the bracelet.

"But why the library?" Lily's arm was slowly turning blue. "The teachers don't assign any homework for the last week of school." Lily tried tugging her arm out. No dice.

Again, Monica was out of words. " We're uh, uh…uh…doing some pleasure reading. Yeah, that's it, pleasure reading."

James looked around. "Pleasure reading, eh?" He saw Lily's swollen blue arm and smirked. "And what kind of books do you like to read Miss Lowry?" James and Lily's eyes met.

"Well, umm…fantasy!" Lily looked pointedly at her hand. Her hair fell into her face. She is quite pretty with her red hair like that. James thought.

"Really, what's your fantasy book? I haven't been able to find any." James was pouring on the charm. Lily's eyes bored into his head, glaring. Lily's voice formed into his thoughts. "Leave her alone." They started to pull away, but then rushed back again. "And get me out of her grip, Potter." James thought back desperately. "Only if you call me James from now on." Lily looked at James and then at her hand. James. Hand. James. Hand.

Monica answered "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince." Lily and James stared. "Heh, heh, heh,…Now why did I say that? I don't even think that those books have been written yet. Especially by a brilliant women named J.K. Rowling."

Lily was staring at her with raised eyebrows. James looked as though he was pondering something. "Hey, that's what Snivellus calls himself." James snapped out of it when Lily gave him a look that clearly said "My friend has gone loony. Get me out of here. I'll call you whatever you want."

"Deal. Well, goodbye ladies, I'll see you around."

The girls took their cue and left, as James went off whistling.

End of chapter #3