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A/N: Ok, so chapter two. Here goes….Enjoy.

Conversations With Connie

Chapter Two: In Which James Becomes Connie Carter

James Potter flopped down on his four poster bed with an unsatisfied sigh. He took off his glasses and rubbed a hand roughly over his face.

Sirius Black came tumbling into the room, soon followed by Remus and Peter. Sirius flicked his hair out of his eyes to get a better look at his friend.

Today marked the end of the first day where James wasn't allowed to speak to Lily Evans. It hadn't gone so well.

"Prongs, mate, you ok?" Sirius asked, watching his friend carefully. James nodded, his eyes closed as he lay on his bed. Remus sat down his bed and sighed, "It's your own fault, James. You shouldn't have made that bet with her."

"Moony, I don't think that's helping," Sirius growled, glaring at his friend. Remus rolled his eyes, "He had to have known he was going to lose."

James stared up at the ceiling, not really absorbing what his friends were saying, but instead letting the words wash over him.

Had he known he would lose undoubtedly?

It had crossed his mind.

But he had had the faint hope that he could make her see… that he could make her see just how much he loved her, and that she could love him too.

Obviously, that had backfired.

Or had it?

James sat up abruptly, and looked around frantically.

"Prongs, what is it?" Remus asked, looking concerned. Sirius stepped closer to his friend, "Prongsie…are you ok?" he asked tentatively. Peter watched quietly from his bed.

"Padfoot, where's that spell book?" James asked, jumping to his feet and then dropping to his knees to search under the bed.

"Which one, James…We have several in case you haven't noticed…" he trailed off, gesturing to the messy room that was littered with scraps of paper and text books. A couple lay open, their pages bent or torn, while shirts and ties and a few random socks hung off the beds and were strewn across the floor.

James began picking up all of them, reading the titles and then tossing them over his shoulder.

"Maybe if you took a moment to tell us what your looking-" Remus started, sounding only slightly exasperated. James cut him off, exclaiming excitedly, "Found it!"

"Found what, James?" Peter asked, trying to peek over James' should too see which book he had. Remus' eyes flicked over the title, and he peered curiously at James.

"Are you serious, Prongs?"

"What?" Sirius asked, looking between his two friends like they were playing a game of tennis, "What is it?"

"It's the only choice I have, Moony," James said, flipping through the pages of the text to find the appropriate spell.

"But really, what good will it do?"

"What?" Sirius asked, still well outside the loop, "What good will what do?"

Peter scurried off his bed, and ran round to see the spell James was reading through. He looked up at his friend, his small, beady eyes questioning.

"You're gonna be a girl?"

"What?!" Sirius exploded, his handsome face splattered with a look of shock and confusion.

"Not permanently, Padfoot," James consoled, "Just temporarily."

"But why?"

"So I can find out what Lily really thought about that kiss."

It was Saturday, and James was in the bathroom, perfecting his new disguise as the others waited outside, anxiously pacing by the door.

"You know, James," Remus called from outside the bathroom door, "This isn't going to be easy."

"I know."

"You can't just walk up to Lily and ask her. You have to gain her trust," Remus said. Sirius nodded in concordance, even though James couldn't see him.

"I know," came James muffled reply through the heavy wooden door of the bathroom.

"Well," sighed Remus, "As long as you know."

It was then that the door swung in, and out stepped a thin girl with pale skin. James wasn't remarkably pretty as a girl, but he had long black hair, and his same hazel eyes. He was wearing a girl's uniform they had stolen previously from the laundry. He smiled at them, looking the picture of girlish innocence.

"Boys, I'd like you to meet Connie Carter," James said, his voice still rumbling and masculine. He pulled out his wand and tapped his throat, muttering a spell. When he spoke, his voice was airy and feminine.

"Well?" he asked, seeking their approval. Remus looked impressed, and nodded his approval. Sirius chuckled.

"I can't believe you're a girl."

"I can still hex you into oblivion, Padfoot," James threatened, but his menacing words didn't achieve the desired effect. Sirius just laughed and shook his head, his eyes full of mirth, "I can't take you seriously when you're dolled up like that."

James frowned and was about to throttle Sirius when Remus clicked his tongue disapprovingly. James turned to look at him, "What?"

"That's not how a girl walks, James."

"Oh."

He looked down at his feet, and tried to remember how Lily looked as she walked. The image easily sprang to mind. He saw the curls of her hair, and the subtle sway of her hips.

James set about trying to imitate it. Peter watched from his bed, a magazine propped up on his knee.

"You look like you're having a spasm," he muttered.

"Why don't you do it then?" James snapped, growing frustrated.

"Jamesies, m'boy, it's all in the swagger," Sirius said casually, standing to join his friend in the center of the room, "Watch."

Sirius, straightened himself, wore a very pleasant expression and wafted across the room, exactly like a girl would.

"That's just creepy, Padfoot," Peter said, getting up and leaving the room. Sirius shrugged, "He's just jealous he isn't as talented as I am."

Remus smirked, "Right, that's what it is."

The three of them stood huddled outside the Three Broom sticks, the early spring air nipping at the exposed skin of their faces and hands.

"Alright this is perfect, Lily's alone and there's only one table free," Sirius said, pointing to a table they could just see through the window, "Remus and I will go in, and fetch that table, then you ask if you can sit with Lily because there are no free ones."

"Do you think she'll really let me sit with her?"

"Lily's nice to other people," Remus said.

"She's never nice to me."

"I meant besides you."

"Oh,"

"For the love of Butterbeer, come on Remus, let's go in so 'Connie' can get his poofy arse in there already."

"I'm not a poof," James muttered darkly, watching his friend nonchalantly enter the Three Broomsticks. James counted till ten before slowly sauntering into the bar. He made a show of looking around for a table, before nervously approaching Lily.

"Um, excuse me?" he asked, his voice quiet and feminine. Lily looked up, her green gaze inquisitive, "Yes?"

"There are no free tables…Would you…would you mind if I sat with you?"

Lily hesitated, then nodded, a complacent look on her features.

"I'm Lily Evans, by the way, and you are?"

James, his heart racing, said, "Connie. Connie Carter."

"Well it's nice to meet you, Connie. You go to Hogwarts?" Lily asked, taking in his robes. He nodded.

"Funny, I don't remember ever seeing you…what house are you in?"

"Gryffindor," He answered, without thinking. He wanted to slam his head on the table. He should have said Slytherin…there was less chance that Lily knew all the members of Slytherin.

"What year?" she asked, her delicate brows knit together as she studied his face, trying to remember it.

"Uh…sixth…" he said quietly. He was beginning to panic, and he could feel sweat beginning to bead up on his brow. He tugged at the neck of his shit, feeling uncomfortable.

"Hmmm…strange, you look familiar, but I can't quite place you."

"Oh, no worries…" James said, trying desperately to think of a way to change the subject. It was then that the bell above the entrance door chimed, and in walked another Hogwarts student.

"Hey Lilers, who's this?" the new arrival asked. She was tall, and slender with large azure eyes, and honey brown hair. She smiled down at James, her eyes showing a hint of recognition.

"Chelsea, this is Connie Carter. Connie, this is my best friend Chelsea Fanrae," Lily introduced.

Chelsea shook James' hand, gripping it hard, "Hello Connie," she greeted, smirking, "How nice to meet you."

James gulped.

"Nice to meet you too," he squeaked.

Chelsea smiled, her eyes glittering darkly as she sat down in the booth next to Lily. James suddenly felt as if the room was much too warm.

A/N: And here ends another chapter. Tell em what you think. Oh, and WHO'S EXCITED FOR DEATHLY HALLOWS? I know I am. :D