Seatplans

by The Subversive

Chapter 3

Dejavu

Lily and James stepped out of Dumbledore's office, parchments in hands, hands on badges.

They'd just been made Head Students.

James remembered Sirius says Head Boy-ship is ridiculous, "I don't need to be Head Boy… I put stud in student."

James calls him cheezily mental. Sirius says Peter's bottom is. Remus finds a reason to thank full moons.

James looked at Lily who was still fumbling with her shiny Head Girl badge.

"Wanna check out the dorms?"

Lily looked at him and ceontemplated. "Alright."

They walked silently, neither looking at each other, with awkwardness written all over the air.

They reached the painting of the Three Sisters, who started batting their eyelashes at James as soon as they saw him.

James grinned. "Good morning ladies."

The witches, who were depicted having a picnic in a large open field of yellow flowers, eyed him up and down. "Ooh. Head Boy."

"And Girl." Said another one, noticing Lily.

Lily looked at the three, and can't help but think… Can paintings flirt? Honestly!

"Are you just going to stand there all day, Mister Head Boy?" one of them asked. She was raising her eyebrows suggestively, and that confirmed Lily's thoughts.

James grinned a mouth-watering grin once more. Lily rolled her eyes.

"Let's see," James went through the thick stack of parchments. "there we go. Password is jelly tongue" James finished somewhat quizzically. Who wouldn't with a password like jelly tongue?

"Ooh… kinky." The witches giggled, and the life-size painting drew forward.

Lily looked at James with a flirting-with-portraits? look on her face.

"What?" James asked 'innocently'. "After you Head Girl."

Lily stepped through the portrait hole and entered a large common room. Large for two people, anyways. It wasn't lavish, it was simple, yet tasteful. It just screams home.

"This is cozy." James said behind her. He placed the collection of parchments on a coffee table surrounded by a couch and two armchairs.

"Yeah. It's nice." Lily said, inspecting the detailed embelishments on the fireplace. Everything in the room was Griffindor-themed, not too over the top, nothing too fancy. It just oozes elegance in simplicity.

James stared at her. "Lily."

Lily looked up. James has never said her first name in such manner before. Ever.

James held her gaze. They were both piercing each others' gazes, neither dares to look away.

"I figured, now that we'd be working all year and all, we should at least be," James though about his next words.

"Civilized?" Lily offered with a smile. She was glad James was making an effort.

"Yeah. That. To each other."

"Sure. I could work with that. Could you?" Lily added, as if posing a challenge.

"Of course." He gave a grin that would make Sirius proud.

"Alright," Lily extended a hand and James took it. "James."

Lily was sitting with Jessica and Clara for lunch. They were talking animatedly, and the topic of conversation can't just seem to go astray the whole seatplans thing.

Jessica flipped her hair, "I think it's really good, I mean the Seatplans and all. It was kind getting old, seeing your faces twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week." She commented jokingly.

"Har-har." Clara mashed her potatoes with her fork, as a certain Sirius Black hogged all the mashed potatoes in the table. "Lily and I get to sit with, quote, "the most annoying prat humanity has bestowed earth"."

Jessica frowned. "Who? Frank Longbottom? I swear that guy won't leave me alone." Jessica searched the crowd of Gryffindors, and sure enough, a round-faced boy with dark brown hair was oggling at her.

"No. Sirius-bloody-Black." Lily interjected. She hasn't told them she made Head Girl, she figured it should be said in a more, appropriate atmosphere.

"Oooh… Nice." Jessica said, flipping her hair again over her shoulder. She was having pumpkin juice for lunch. "He's got really nice hair." She commented nonchalantly.

Lily rolled her eyes. "You and your superficial friends." She added a grin.

Jessica stuck out a tongue.

Oblivious to them, there was a group of boys not too far away oberving their exchange.

"Sirius," James started. "have you ever dated Stam?"

Sirius, who was currently going through his mountain of mashed potatoes, coughed violently and let out a load of half-chewed food that looked like sticky mucus.

"Ew…" Peter resisted the urge to barf.

Sirius wiped his mouth and nose. Apparently his anatomy works differently.

"Stam?" He asked, in an almost incredulous tone. "Jessica Stam? As in English seeker Roger Stam's daughter Jessica Stam?"

"Uh, yeah, I think so." Unfortunately, sarcasm isn't quite effective in text.

Sirius coughed again. "Oh. I thought you meant…" Stam… who else is Stam…

"Yes. Let me watch you try to work your way out of this one Padfoot." Remus said not even looking up, while reading today's issue of the daily Prophet.

Sirius grinned. "Of course I know which Stam you're talking about. The pretty – no, hot one. She epitomizes HOTNESS, can you imagine that?"

"Big word Padfoot. Way to go." Remus threw in, still reading the paper.

"Arrghh… but then again, there's only one Jessica Stam I know. And like it would really matter if you knew another one, I mean come on,-"

"Padfoot, focus." James put a hand on front fo Sirius' face just to stop him rambling.

"You've got really nice hands. What lotion – "

"Just answer the question Padfoot." Remus said again.

"Right." Sirius smiled a real-estate-agent smile. "Define, dated."

James smiled oh-so-brightly. "I swear, Padfoot I'd kick your balls right now if you had any."

"Good one Prongs. One-zero." Remus said, finally setting the paper down, and reaching for some chicken.

"Alright. I did." Sirius said, abandoning his potatoes and now reaching for chicken, just as Remus had done.

"See. That wasn't too hard, was it?" James said. "Good dog."

"Summer before fifth year." Sirius said amidst his bulging chicken-filled mouth.

Remus offered to translate. "I think it's Sirius summer before fifth year Prongs."

"Interesting." James gulped his pumpkin juice, albeit with much difficulty. "Anything we should know about?"

Sirius frowned. "Hmmmmmmm… Wait, you fancy her?"

"No. She sits next to me."

"That's unfair! Why can't I be in your class? Howcome you get to sit next to her? It's a conspiracy! What wrong have I done to the wizarding world, huh?" Sirius pouted.

"Nothing Padfoot." Peter offered words of comfort. "We don't always get what we want you know."

"Right." Sirius sighed. "There are only three things you need to know about Jessica Stam."

The boys leaned in as Sirius began his dramatic enumeration of Jessica's characteristics like it was cure for lycanthropy.

"Aside from fame and fortune, like duh… One, which is the most obvious, she's too effing hott, all caps, for her own good."

"What do you mean?" Peter asked confused.

"I think he's jealous someone's hotter than him." James offered.

"I so am not. That's like blasphemy Prongs. And that's bad."

"Moving on…" Remus said. To think I could be finishing essays right now.

"She's not in good terms with her dad. Found out she's been dating almost half the Quidditch team, no, the professional Quidditch team, Wormtail. Including assistant coach."

"Ookay…" James managed.

"I know." Sirius added a low whistle. "Hehehehehe…"

"Is that even true? How do you know this?" Remus said inquisitively.

"Trust, Moony. We're pretty close. Why? We'd get to that in a bit." Sirius pulled them in closer, so close their noses were almost touching their plates. Sirius looked around and said in a low voice, "She's adopted. Her mom's a transexual."

Remus smacked him upside the head. "Now you're bluffing!!!"

"Alright, alright." He grinned sheepishly. "That one I made up. So one more left."

Peter huddled closer too eagerly.

"Move a bit Wormtail." James said, and cause Peter's elbow to actually sink in to Sirius' mashed potatoes. At least they were mashed potatoes…

"She's a damn…"

They were dying of anticipation.

"good kisser." Sirius finished.

James smacked him in the back of his head. Hard.

"You build things up too much, Sirius." Remus said, returning to his previous eating.

"Ow. That's the third one today!" Sirius rubbed his head.

"You had it coming mate." James smiled sickeningly sweetly.

Sirius made to get up. "That last bit was important." He stood up, and leaning in a bit,

"After all, she was my first."

The news of Sirius actually losing his virginity to said blonde baffled half the Marauders. Two of them actually, as Peter spaced out, apparently still in deep thought. Only consolation prize for everyone is Defense Against Dark Arts, which thankfully didn't require any grouping alterations, so everything so far was getting quite smoothly..

Right.

DADA for seventh years was more difficult than ever, they were being rigorously trained for their NEWTs. Something was quite bizarre though, the professor decided they'd do a recap, on sword fights.

Magicless swordfights.

Why? Nobody really knew, but it was a comforting thought they'd be using wooden swords instead of metal blades of death. That was even more comforting when the professor called out

"Black, Stam."

Sirius groaned. James clapped him hard in the back, and Sirius dragged his feet to where the professor and Jessica were standing in front of the class.

"So… Stam." Sirius teased. They were both looking at each other, hands on their wooden swords, smiling smugly. "Ready to break a nail?"

Jessica had to stiffle a laugh. "Ready to break your balls?" they both grinned. Jessica stepped towards Sirius.

He could smell her rich perfume, her neck almost touching his nose. Jessica whispered low… "Still got some?"

Sirius grinned. He grabbed her waist and pushed her againts him before she pulled away. "Why not check it out yourself?" Now he smiled smugly.

"Black, Stam, warning one." the professor called out.

They broke apart and began to duel.

A/N: Filler chap... really busy, i've already plotted out the story, so just execution and wording and stuff...

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