A/N: Sorry guys, you'll want to kill us... well me, but they're not allowed until the seventh year! just think, a few more chapters... Stick with us?

"Two days! Two days and all the exams are over!" Sirius bounded happily around the common room fireplace.

"Actually, Padfoot, they are the End of Year tests. We still have next years NEWTS to do."

Sirius stopped, looking crestfallen, "What?" then he straighten up, "I knew that!" he straightened his tie, business like, "Thank you for reminding me, Moony."

Remus lifted an eyebrow, "Sure, Padfoot."

Sirius grinned, then paused, "I wonder how Lily and James are doing?"

Remus looked out at the dawn, "Well, it's time." He said, and started to walk up the few thousand steps to the top of the Astronomy tower again.

"I wonder if she did bite his head off."

"Padfoot, that's disgusting."

Sirius looked offended, "I was not being disgusting in any way, Moony old pal. You just thought that my mind would take that course. Therefore, it is your fault." Sirius said, snapping his fingers at him.

Remus turned and rolled his eyes at Sirius, then turned back to see Lily and James walking down the steps to meet them. He stopped. Sirius grinned.

Lily raised an eyebrow and kept walking past them, leaving James to the suggestive comments of Sirius, and the shrewd guesses of Remus.

James forestalled them both, "Where's Wormtail?" he asked abruptly.

Sirius shrugged, "Probably down in the kitchens, I know I would be."

James rolled his eyes at his friend, "I know, Padfoot. You're always hungry."

Sirius winked. "Hey, how was the menu last night?"

James cast a stony look at Sirius, "It was brilliant." He said sourly, "I'm sure."

Sirius grinned, "I asked the house elves to do it personally."

"No. Really?" James asked sarcastically. "I particularly liked the Venison you put as a suggestion."

Sirius grinned, unabashed, "Yeah, thought you might." Looking at James's face, his grin broadened, "Look, mate. They wouldn't have cooked venison for you. I made sure of it."

James looked over at his roguish friend, a grin lightening his face, "Thanks, Padfoot."

Lily kept walking, her mind whirling with memories, and thoughts. She remembered James face, peering into her own. Why had she pushed him away? She put her face in her hands, stopping still for a moment. He had leaned forwards, and she had leaned towards him. Why? It could have been so simple. Just to kiss him; to let herself go for a few minutes. And who knows? It could have turned out fine, but no. She had to stop herself: to push him away. She huffed, and started to stride forwards again.

"Miss Evans." It was a voice calling from behind her.

She whirled, glaring at the hapless unfortunate, Professor McGonagall. She blanched, rearranging her features into something that might resemble a respectful expression, "Yes, Professor?"

"Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you in his office."

Lily, surprised, nodded silently to show her understanding.

McGonagall smile slightly, "The password's Liquorice Wand."

Lily nodded again, and walked slowly towards Dumbledore's office. What could he possible want? She hadn't done anything to warrant his attention, had she? Her mind flickered guiltily back to the memory of the cupboard, back to last night. She blushed again, looking at the worn stone of the corridor.

Lily stopped to inspect another corridor. She had to watch where she was going; she hadn't been to the Headmaster's office often enough to know innately where it was. Then she saw the stone Gargoyle. She stopped in front of it and glared. "Liquorice Wand," she snapped. It came alive and sprang aside. Feeling slightly better, she walked inside.

Dumbledore was waiting for her, his eyes twinkling, "Miss Evans, please sit down." He said, gesturing to one of the chairs. She complied, looking at him expectantly. He chuckled, "Very intelligent, Miss Evans. Most students when they are called to my office, start to protest that they are innocent of anything they have done, which tells me that they have actually done something. Now you, my dear, are silent. I commend you on that." He broke off, smiling at her, "No doubt, Miss Evans, you are wondering why you have been called here."

Lily nodded, then realised that she wasn't playing a huge role in the conversation, "Yes sir." She said.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled again, "Well, Miss Evans, the selections for next year's Head Students have been put forward, and your name stands among those on the list. This shall be finalised over the summer, with your duties (Should you be granted this responsibility) written out for you."

Lily nodded again, then a thought struck her, "Professor," she began, "Why are the other candidates not up here?"

Dumbledore smiled at her, "I wouldn't give the game away like that. It would take some of your rare student amusement out of the challenge. Although I doubt it would take away from any money placed on it."

Lily blushed on the behalf of her fellow students and mumbled something like an apology for not doing her job. Dumbledore chuckled again, "Not at all, Miss Evans. I don't think any punishment or the tightest surveillance in the world would make those students stop gambling. However, we would like to ask your opinion on the choice of the Head Boy."

Lily thought for a moment, "I thought, perhaps, Remus Lupin?"

Dumbledore nodded gravely, "He is on the list. Good choice, Miss Evans. Well considered."

Lily nodded, and rose from her seat, "Thank you, Professor." She said.

"You're welcome, Miss Evans, and Lily?" she turned to look back at him, "Good luck with James."

Lily blanched, "What!" she gasped.

Dumbledore turned to Fawkes, "Yes," he said mildly, "You seemed to be having rather a argumentative time with him."

"But professor, I always have argumentative times with James, I mean Potter, what's any different this time?"

"Goodbye miss Evans."

Lily turned, face burning, and walked slowly down the stairs. She looked up in time to see the faint outline of James Potter striding down the hallway. Quickly, she ducked behind a suit of armour.

"Hey, Prongs!" that yell was Sirius's unmistakable one, "Where are you going?"

James turned around, "Dumbledore's office!" he shouted back.

Sirius laughed, "What have you been caught at this time?"

James shrugged, "I dunno, probably the dung bomb we left outside the Girl's Bathroom."

Sirius laughed again, "Good luck, Prongs!" he yelled, and turned towards the dining hall.

James looked at the statue, and swore softly under his breath. Lily got out of the shadows and walked past him, "The password's Liquorice Wand," she said, as causally as she could, as she past him.

James tossed a surprised glance at her, "Thanks," he said as the Gargoyle jumped aside.

A/N: See? now you know why I apologised and what I was talking about.