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Only a week or two after my conversation with the Marauders, I found myself being paired up for an Arithmancy project. I waited impatiently for my name to be called; I wanted to know whom I'd have to put up with for the next month. I had tried to figure out the pattern in the names, but the arithmancy professor was a tricky one, who paired up random people. She was etching a spiderweb-thin design on the desk, using the sharp tip of her quill when her name was called. "Olivia Thornley and Lily Evans."

She looked up, and then at Lily, who seemed to be giving her the once-over. The Gryffindor girl gave her a small nod, that seemed to say, "You'll do."

"Hey 'Liv! Wait up!" I stopped, and turned to see none other than James Potter Trotting up to me, looking a bit out of breath from running upstairs while fighting through the sea of students in the packed corridor.

"What's up, James?" I asked, starting up again now the he had caught up to me.

"I want to trade arithmancy partners." I had known something like this would be the case.

"No."

"Why not? I plan on seducing her with my wit and charm."

"You just answered your own question."

"But I thought you were for us, 'Liv!" He looked dejected.
"I am. I just have a better way of getting her to like you then you do."

"Fine. But if your way doesn't work, you owe me dungbombs."

I sighed. "Fine, fine, fine. Now go, you're late for class."

Immediately after my last class was let out, I was sought out by none other than Miss Evans.

"When do you want to meet to discuss the project?" She asked me, as we walked together through the halls.

"I'm free for two hours after class and on weekends."

"Good. We'll meet at the library tomorrow directly after class." I nodded, and she whisked off to go find Abigail.

I retreated to the common room to do my homework, where Adriana ambushed me. "You'll never guess what happened!"

"Louis was paired up with Monica Lance for the arithmancy project?" Monica was the school slut.

"Yes! They're in the library now." She buried her face in her hands. "I have no idea what I'll do if I lose him to her!" She broke down into tears, and fell back onto a blue-upholstered couch.

I sat down beside her, patting her back comfortingly. "He was talking about marrying you yesterday, there's no way he's going to and fall over his two-year relationship with you for some big-boobed bimbo."

She gave a watery chuckle, and sat back, drying her eyes on the sleeve of her robes. "I guess you're right. I shouldn't go around assuming that every time he gets a female for a partner, he'll go and snog her." She sighed, and pulled her feet up onto the couch, hugging her knees to her body.

"Now, I dunno about you, but I think a trip to the kitchens is in order. I think Wonky might have some comfort food for you."

And so we went, through the castle, down past the great hall to the portrait of the fruit bowl. I tickled the pear, which giggled agreeably, and turned into a knob.

Three butterbeers, a plate of pumpkin pasties, and a few large clumps of Honeyduke's best chocolate later, I had finished my homework, and Adriana had finished her jealousy.

"Okay, Adri, I'm off to practice."

"Okay. I'll go back to the common room." In her self-induced, semi-drunken state, she swaggered back up the stairs to the library.

I hurried to the Room Of Requirement, Late, again. Louis was there when I entered, playing. He turned to me, jokingly asking, "Have you been off with that Sirius character again? This is the second time in a row you've been late. It's quite unusual for you."

As I extracted my violin from my case, I replied tersely, "I was consoling your girlfriend." Putting extra emphasis on 'girlfriend'.

He immediately looked anxious. "What was wrong with her? Is she okay now? Should I go see if she's alright?"

I half-shrugged. "I got her pretty much calmed down, but she's in the library if you want to talk to her."

As he dashed off to console Adriana, I played a few scales, just to pass the time. I moved on to simple melodies that I knew by heart. Finally, after Louis had been gone for a good twenty minutes, I gave up, and packed up.

I bumped into someone directly outside of the Room of Requirement. "Sirius, so you make it a habit to show up here during m practices?" I asked lightly, a smile in my voice.

"I was trying to figure out how you make the bloody door appear. Figured it'd be useful if I needed to disappear in a pinch." He shrugged.

I could hear the hint in his voice. "You pace this corridor here three times, thinking of what purpose you need the room for. Quite handy, actually."

The Official Minutes Of The Meeting Of The Marauders

Sirius: Try saying that five times fast.

Peter: The Official Minutes of the Meeting of the Marauders, The Official Minutes of the Meeting of the Marauders, the Official…

Remus: Role Call! Black, Sirius?
Sirius: Is this necessary?

James: No, but Moony likes to feel important.

Remus: I heard that.

James: Good, now shut up and let us get on with the meeting.

Peter: …Of the Marauders, The Official Meeting of the…

James: Padfoot, wherever did you find this marvelous Meeting place?

Sirius: A little blue bird told me.

Remus: The only time I've seen you doing anything close to socializing with birds, Padfoot, is when you run at the poor sparrows by the lake, barking like mad.

Sirius: I like the way the scatter and squawk.

James: Enough about these pansy birds, let's talk about next week.

Peter: What's next week?

Remus: Do the words 'full moon' bring anything to mind?

Peter: Oh yeah.

Sirius, James, and Remus: -roll eyes simultaneously-

Sirius: Anyways. I think we should use the opportunity to examine the castle grounds. Fill in some of the blank patches on the map.

James: Sounds a bit dull.

Remus: Dangerous, too. That close to the students at all.

Sirius: Very Well then, what do you propose?

Peter: I don't suppose food is in the picture?

Remus: Well, I could eat you. I don't think that's what you had in mind.

James: Moony, stop being so PMS-y. It's bad enough that Lily's got it.

Sirius: As far as you're concerned, Prongs, she's always got it.

James: Right. Anyways, back to Thursday.

Remus: It's Thursday? How'd you know?

James: As uncharacteristic as it may seem, I looked it up.

Sirius: Yeah, on that moon chart in the corner over there.

James: Bugger.

Remus: Back to the topic under discussion. As for Thursday, I think we should stay in the forest.

Sirius: I dunno. I hear there're werewolves in the forest.

Remus: Do shut up.

James: Forest it is. That way we don't have to muck with the Bashing Birch.

Remus: Whomping Willow.

James: Right.

Sirius: Well, as entertaining as these tree alliterations are, I believe it is dinner time. Would anyone care to join me?

Remus: Nah, I'm not hungry.

James: Me either.

Peter: Nope.

Sirius: Fine. I'll be laughing when you all miss out on the treacle.-exits-

Peter: There's something about Sirius I've been meaning to tell you all.

James: We already know about the thing with Francesca over the summer.

Peter: Well, actually it's more recent then that. –dramatically produces parchment from the depths of his robes.-

Remus: Well, well, well, lookie here.

James: -rolls eyes at the use of the word 'lookie'- What is it?

Remus: It's a correspondence between our dear Padfoot and one Olivia Thornley.

Peter: No, it's not! It's them writing back and forth.

James: My my, they do seem…friendly.

Remus: Do you think there's something going on with the two of them?

James: I dunno. This could just be platonic fun.

Remus: True…why don't we just watch and see what happens?

Peter: Sirius has been disappearing a lot. Maybe that has something to do with this.

James: Then again, you go running off a lot, and yet you aren't off having a secret relationship.

Remus: Not unless you're referring to his relationship with sugary foods.

James: The thing about this that irks me the most is why he doesn't tell us.

Remus: Maybe it's his pride. You know, this would be his first attempt to get to know the girl he's in a relationship with. But then again, it could just be a game between friends. Let's keep an eye on them, and see how far this goes.

Peter: Fine, but let's go to dinner before all the treacle tart is gone!

-End Meeting-

I waited patiently for Lily in the library, feeling oddly self-conscious. I felt that itching at the back of your neck that you get when someone is watching you, but I didn't want to be paranoid and go looking around behind bookshelves. Lily came up to me five minutes late, looking very harassed.

"Damn that bloody Potter." She muttered, a bit too loudly, which earned her a glare from Madam Pince.

"Follow me." I whispered, and turned, heading for my usual table in the back of the library, glancing back to be sure I was being followed. I set my bag on the table, explaining, "Here we can talk and Pince won't be breathing down our necks."

Lily smiled, but it was just to be polite. She tossed her bag onto the table and collapsed into the chair. "That inconsiderate clod! You think he'd've stopped by now, but no. He just has to ask me out on a weekly basis. Makes me feel guilty every time I turn him down."

I sat down, extracting writing tools and parchment from my bag. "Why don't you?" I wasn't accusatory, or surprised; just curious.

She looked at me like I had just sprouted wings, and told her that I was her fairy godmother. "Because he's Potter." She said, as if that explained everything. "Listen, I know you're friends with him and everything, but really, he's so full of himself. He's so mean to Severus, totally irresponsible, only cares about himself and his bloody friends, and showing to the world that he can get me. That's all I am to him, a prize."

Her last statement was a bit gloomy, like she wished that he would see her as more then that. Which he did, but she didn't know that. "Well, do you want him to stop asking you out?"

She opened her mouth to say 'yes' but then she paused. I could see the wheels in her brain working, and realized she was lying when she carefully said, "Yes. Yes, I do want him to stop."

"Then agree to go out with him." She was shocked. "I can't do that! It's what he wants!"

"Exactly. But if what you say about him just wanting you was a trophy is true, make him think he has the trophy, then take it away."

"I don't know. That sounds so mean." I did sound pretty heartless.

"Then give him a week or two. Give him his dose of Lily, and he'll stop badgering you."

She frowned. "I don't know…"

"Well, you're not going in to this relationship expecting anything, right? So if he hurts you, it's not like you liked him in the first place." I knew that it wasn't true, but she had to make this call on her own.

She gave up. "Okay then. I'll try this scheme of yours." Her eyes narrowed. "He didn't put you up to this, did he?"

"Why would I be telling you to dump him then, if he wants the pleasure of doing it himself and thus humiliating you?"

She shrugged. "Well, if he did, you'd best watch what you drink." She intoned conversationally. "Now, I found a book on the significance of the number four…"

Two days later, a giant whoop was heard in the charms corridor. A hundred yards ahead of me, James had scooped a wincing Lily up into a huge bear-hug. I grinned to myself, thinking how ecstatic James would be to finally have his Lily. Feeling very proud of myself, I made my way down to the grounds for herbology.

Halfway through the lesson, I was crouching in a corner looking for the correct size pot, when a large figure loomed above me. "Crouch down, so I don't break my neck." I instructed Sirius, and he complied.

"Do you have anything to do with the recent pairing of Lily and James?"

"You've given it a title?"

"Stop it. Did you get her to say 'yes'?"

I looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Do I look like a matchmaker to you?"

"Yes."

"Moron."

"If they break up because of you…"

"Why would I set them up if I only intended-"

"HAH! You did set them up."

"Damn."

"I only wanted to congratulate you. Even Moony thinks you did a good job."

Speaking of Moony, the werewolf was across the greenhouse, standing on tiptoe and squinting to make up the two figures crouching by the stack of pots on the other side. "What are they doing?" He hissed.

"I dunno, they're just talking."

"You know what this means don't you? We were right!" Lupin turned to Peter, a look of triumph on his face.

"How do you know?" Pettigrew looked confused.

"He's been sending her sheep eyes all afternoon, and now this!" Lupin was excited; too much so for a straight male his age.

"Why would he send he sheep eyes, they're all slimy. 'Member how the girls would squeal when we had to use them in potions?"

Remus rolled his eyes. "Not those kind of sheep eyes. The kind where he looks at her like he fancies her."

"Who fancies who?" Sirius's low rumble started the two spies, who exchanged guilty looks.

"No one." Peter lied, in a high-pitched squeak he always used when lying.

Sirius raised an eyebrow.

Remus cut in smoothly, saying, "Lucy Merewether was saying how Lily shouldn't have accepted James, that he would only hurt her. Wormtail was merely indignant at the comment."

Sirius seemed to accept that, and the two smaller boys shot each other relieved grins.

Author's Note: I know this is a weird place to end it, but Mom's nagging me to get off the computer, and I won't be writing for another four days.

Something that's been bothering me. I've gotten forty-four hits, one alert, and zero reviews. If you didn't like the story enough to want to be posted on it's updates, then let me know why. I'm not the kind who'll run and hide in my room sobbing for weeks if I get flamed. Then again, I won't go "I won't update until I get reviews." either.That sounds like something a five-year old would say. If that were the case, three fourths of writers would be under the age of six. So, the point is, I can't force you into reveiwing. I can't bribe you either, because I ate all my Skittles. I'm so fat. ( " )>

I'm sorry, I haven't had a chance to go over this chapter. I'll look it over and polish it up a bit after I get home from my aunt's on Monday. Thank you, and happy reading.