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A/N: Chapter two- because I know you persistent Muggles won't deal with just one! :)

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James had not spoken one word since Lily had slapped him. It was almost as if he was in a sort of trance.

"Moony, what the bloody hell is wrong with him?!" cried Sirius, almost panicking.

"I've told you, Sirius, I don't know. All she did was slap him. He must be very weak," said Remus, trying intentionally to provoke him…but nothing.

Sirius's eyes suddenly brightened, "I've got it!" he cried, "I have an idea!"

"Wow," said Remus, truly impressed.

Sirius sprinted out of the common room, leaving Remus alone with the coma-like James, and then with Peter, who was sitting uncomfortably on a wooden chair by the fireplace. Very quickly, Sirius came back holding a bottle of Firewhisky.

"This should cheer him up," he said, opening the bottle. He then proceeded to prod open James's mouth and pour almost the whole bottle down in one forced gulp.

James suddenly coughed and spluttered, but then stopped, as if just realizing that he was in the common room.

"That was brilliant," he said.

Sirius laughed, "I know, right? Man, we owe the inventor of Firewhisky so much."

"No, not the Firewhisky," said James.

Sirius looked at him quizzically, "Not the Firewhisky? Alright then, mate, what was so brilliant?"

James softly slapped his cheek, staring up at Sirius expectantly.

Sirius's eyes widened, "That slap?! That slap was brilliant?! How exactly does that work, Prongs?"

"It was just…brilliant," he said, almost at a loss for words, "How she just did it- was brilliant. She dared me to do it again- pretty impressive."

Remus raised an eyebrow, and Sirius had his mouth hanging open.

"Are you serious, Prongs?"

"And you know what?" he asked quickly.

"What?"

James leaned into Sirius so that only he could hear him when he whispered,

"She's gorgeous," said James, but seconds later he realized what he had said and became livid. "I've gone mad! That Evans? Gorgeous?! Never! That little brat just slapped me! Who does she think she is, anyways, Padfoot?"

Sirius looked quite pleased, "Ah, Prongs, glad to have you back. And yes, who does she think she is? Tell me, James. Tell me." He grinned and leaned back on the couch; Remus rolled his eyes and continued reading a book that was on his lap.

"I will kill her! That miserable witch- she has nothing better to do than torment my life. She doesn't deserve me even looking at her! She didn't even deserve touching my face when she slapped me!"

Sirius patted James lightly on the back, "That's more like it."

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Lily's heart was racing as she sat down on her bed.

"That imbecile! That little annoying-

"Lily!" cried Macey, "Calm down, Lily. Breathe, just breathe, ok? Everything's going to be just fine."

"I slapped him!" said Lily, but then she grinned, "I slapped him! That'll show him, that insignificant piece of flobberworm droppings!"

Macey put a hand on her forehead, "Are you alright?"

Lily shook her off, "Of course I'm alright- I just bloody showed that Potter. Nobody talks about me that way," she added, in a more solemn tone.

Macey smiled sympathetically, "Lily, you really were fantastic, I'll tell you that. Just don't get too worked up about it," she laughed, "It's a bit frightening, to be honest."

"My rampages do get a bit out of control, don't they?" she said, also smiling, "It's just he's so arrogant and self-centered and annoying and- he just ruins my day."

"He's just a boy- eventually they grow up. Even if it doesn't happen until they're eighty-five," she grinned, "It'll happen."

"Well, it won't affect me whether or not James matures," she said quite matter-of-factly, "It's his problem, the git."

Macey nodded, finally glad that this phase seemed to be over.

"Where's Amity?" Lily asked.

"I don't know," said Lily absentmindedly.

Then their other roommate stepped in, a Black girl with short bronze curls. Lily smiled weakly as the girl flopped down on her bed. Suddenly she said, "I heard about that nasty punch you gave James!"

Lily looked horrified, "It was a slap, Nadia, a slap!"

Macey shrugged, "In this school everything gets twisted into rumors. I wouldn't be surprised if by tomorrow they think you actually killed him and that the James walking around is just his strangely thick ghost who's come back to haunt you."

Lily shuddered, "That I would not like. An eternal Potter- ugh."

"Want to go back down?" asked Macey.

"Sure," said Lily, getting up, leaving Nadia as she got dressed.

When they reached the common room Lily saw James sitting on the couch around Sirius, Remus, and Peter. Sirius whispered something to James who quickly turned around and stared at Lily. No, not stared- he glared at her; with such pure hatred in his eyes- Lily had never seen him so angry. It scared her- but she composed herself quickly.

"What are you looking at, Potter?!" she cried from across the room.

"What, do you think I'm looking at you?! Don't flatter yourself you monstrous ogre!"

"Keep those nasty comments to yourself, you vile little boy!" she growled.

"Oh you don't scare me you Ms. Know-It-All!"

"At least I know things! You're as stupid as a troll!"

"I rather live with trolls than spend a minute with you alone!" he cried.

"Suck this, Potter!" she cried as she gave a very obscene hand gesture. Macey had to push her out of the common room before the fight got very near deadly. They headed to the library, the only place where Macey knew Lily wouldn't dare raise her voice. It was a safe zone.

They spotted an empty table towards the back of the library and went to sit down. Lily was still breathing heavily, "That idiot!" she whispered viciously, earning a stern look from the librarian, Madam Pumridge.

"That was one of the biggest verbal fights I've ever seen," said Macey.

"I don't know what came over me," said Lily in astonishment, "Every time he looks at me I just get this feeling inside of me that makes me want to scream- at him."

"Lily, are you sure that you just don't-

"Macey! Lily!" Amity was running through the library towards them.

"Shhh!" cried Madam Pumridge.

"Lily," said Amity as she briskly sat down, "I can't believe you knocked him out!"

"Amity, no! I just slapped him!" Lily was bewildered- did rumors really go around that fast?

"Still- I missed it! The first time something physical happens and I miss it!" Amity seemed truly disappointed.

"Where were you anyways?" asked Macey.

Amity smiled guiltily, "This seventh year in Hufflepuff."

Lily giggled; she knew that Amity had quite the social life. Unlike Sirius, though, she didn't have any one night stands or anything like that. Instead, she just was dating a lot of people. It wasn't considered cheating since none of them were anything serious, just fun dates that- usually- ended up with a little "session" behind the statue in the upstairs corridor. It never went more than that.

"I'm glad you have such high standards," said Macey sarcastically, who never really approved of Amity going on and about with a handful of guys.

"Anyways," said Lily, commanding the attention, "I just hate that Potter and everything that has to do with him."

As she said this, though, she felt a twinge of doubt, but she pocketed it away quickly and never mentioned it.

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