In the Days of Lily Evans and James Potter

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A/N: Alright, my little dumpling readers. I'm going to check to see if you guys did your job. Did you tell your friends or Fanfic colleagues? Let's see...well, it could have loads better of a turnout, so Pass the Word. I'm hoping to get a good amount of readers before I start my next fic. (If you have suggestion for my next fic, PM me!) Mkay, then. I've ranted long enough. (Blue-Eyed Chica, read this chapter.)

Chapter 11

"Lily, you've got to talk to him," Remus said. "He'll only listen to you." Lily snorted, although she knew it was true.

"Yeah, and Retop is a pixie set out to turn every wizard into frogs."

"You never know with that prat," Sirius commented.

"You've got to make him James again," Peter squeaked. Lily looked at the three of them. She felt almost trapped.

"I'll talk to him," she mumbled. "Geez, he's not my boyfriend." She started to walk away.

"So... they're not dating?" Peter asked, confused. Lily stopped, was about to say something, but decided against it and walked away.

Ascending the stairs, Lily thought hard. Was James considering her his girlfriend? They'd never talked about it. Then again, was there need to talk about it.

She thought so hard, she didn't realize her owl was shooting forward at her until it collided with her.

"Hey there, fellow," she crooned, taking the letter from him. "We never did find out who you were from, did we?" The owl flew off shortly after it had been praised. It was another letter from Petunia.

Dear Lily,

Once again Mum snapped and called me all those horrible names. She said, 'Maybe if you had been special, like Lily, we'd all get along better.' When will she stop?

So, anyways, I met a boy. He's rather large, and a bit boasting, but he's successful, and Dad adores him.

Flowers and Chocolates, as always,

Petunia

PS, How are you and James this year, darling?

Holy crap, did everyone think they were a couple? Lily stuffed the message into her back pocket, remembering she had a mission to take care of. She would obviously need to get details on this large, successful guy.

Lily found James in a corner of the common room by himself, staring into space.

"James," she said. He didn't look up. "James. Hello, James? Stupid? James, dammit, it's the Easter bunny, look up." That grabbed his attention.

"Lily," he muttered. In his hand she saw a crinkled piece of paper.

"James, is that the Mini--"

"Minister himself. Turns out stupid Lord Moldy Shorts decided they were trash." His voice was flat.

"Oh, James!"

"I just remember all the letters," he said. "Telling Mum about Hogwarts, writing about my latest with Sirius, asking Dad how to snag a d-- all of it." She knew what he was thinking.

"James, I--"

"And then everyone's off saying we're a couple now. I mean, it's clear now that you want--"

"--to be your girlfriend." Lily didn't know where it came from. She just let it come out. Realizing she did want this, she watched James's face change.

"Wow," he murmured. "You do?" She let herself think. Was she doing what she wanted? Or was she caught up in the hype?

"They want to talk," Lily said. "Let's give them something to talk about." She waited for James to react.

A/N: Let's leave it there, shall we? Pass the Word. Send me ideas. Oh, and for those who cry reader favoritism, I've just been in good contact with BEC. If you need me to explain something or have a question or comment, review or PM me any time. By the way, the mystery of the owl will be revealed in the next chapter (Halloween!). RR Concrit W/E.