Authors Note: Heya everyone! Sorry this chapter is so short but I've been busy with school work and such. Who knew A levels could be so hard? Anyway I hope you enjoy and remember to leave a review. Thanks.

Sleeping in a Feather Bed

Lily

The welcoming back feast went without a hitch and now before I could go back to my dormitory and sleep in my glorious feather bed I had to go meet the Head Boy in the prefects' common room. It was quite strange actually normally the Head Boy and Girl meet on the train but this years Dumbledore's instructions had been different, he wanted us all to meet at school where it was 'safer'. I walked down the dark corridor and was relieved when I heard voices coming from the prefect room.

"Dancing pineapples" I whispered to the portrait of the woods which was the door to the common room. As I walked into the room all of its occupants fell silent. I was relieved to see that most of the students I knew and I was even more relieved when I saw Remus sporting a Prefect badge on his chest. Whoa WHAT! Who was Head Boy, where the hell is the Head Boy and more importantly WHO is the Head Boy?

"And this is Lily our new Head Girl." Remus continued talking facing back to the group. I went and stood over next to Remus.

"Where's the Head Boy?" I hissed to him out of the corner of my mouth. He smiled down at me and leaned in to whisper in my ear.

"He'll be along in a minute." I was going to ask him who the Head Boy is when the portrait hole opened again. Then my worst nightmare came true, dark mop of messy hair and eyes framed by glasses, Potter my mind hissed. Potter wearing a Head Boy badge, Potter wearing a Head Boy badge. I need to sit down.

When I reached the Gryffindor common room I realised just how tired that I was. Potter had barely said a word the entire meeting, I'd wondered at one point whether this was some kind of joke but when he seemed deadly serious about everything I said then that idea washed away to the deep recess of my mind. He'd even been nice and glared at the Slytherins when they started to jeer at me, he didn't hex them, a miracle had hit earth. I yawned loudly and Potter turned to face me.

"Night Evans." he stated simply and went to walk up the stairs to his dormitory. Something really wasn't right. Perhaps he was ill, a major disease or something that would leave my life Potter free. A vision of a party passed through my mind.

"Potter?" he turned around to face me.

"Yea Evans" he asked.

"Are you feeling alright?" I asked sympathetically.

"Yea fine." he shrugged his shoulders turned around and walked back up to his dorm. Strange, there's defiantly something strange about that boy, man, boy...what is he now? a screw it I'm too tired. I yawned again and made my way up stairs to a warm feather bed.

Joan

I have lessons tomorrow. I have lessons tomorrow and I haven't done a single jot of homework. It's all well and good me preaching to Lily and James about not doing their homework but I think its called hypocrisy when the preacher has followed the same actions as the preached? Oh shut up Joan! You'll just confuse yourself like you always do. It was nearly 10pm before Lily got back to the dorm that gives me about 3 hours to do my homework without her ever finding out. It's a master plan if I do say so myself.

Once I was sure that Lily was asleep and thought I was asleep I crept out of the dormitory without anyone noticing. The common room was empty as everyone was catching up with their friends in their dormitories. I had just sat down to start writing when a deep voice disturbed me.

"Isn't it called hypocrisy?" I almost jumped out of my skin, my ink spilled over my parchment. Cursing I turned around to see Black lurking in the shadows.

"Is what called hypocrisy?" I asked him through gritted teeth. He smiled and moved sit on one of the sofa's as if he was the king of Gryffindor.

"When you tell people to do as you say and not as you do" he replied simply. I turned back to my half finished essay hoping that if I stayed quiet he would forget that I was here and disappear as if like magic. Only magic is real and if I wanted to make him disappear then I probably could. No such luck.

"How was your summer Adams?" I heard the sofa creek as he stood up to read my essay. I could feel his breath on my hair.

"Fine." Why wouldn't he just go away? I hate being alone with guys even ones that I've known for years.

"Bit snippy aren't you tonight?" he tutted under his breath, he was silently laughing at me I knew. I turned to face him angrily.

"Look I have work to do" he really was laughing at me now, I gritted my teeth and continued talking "And I would appreciate it if " he was laughing even harder now "Oh I give up!" I grabbed my work off of the desk and started to make my way out of the portrait hole.

"Joan! Joan! Where are you going?" he called after me. I raised my middle finger to him as I climbed through the portrait hole and smirked evilly at him.