Everyone dreamed. Dreaming was a place where one could run wild, not pay heed to responsibilities and be a person of their own. Someone could climb the highest mountain while eating ice-cream with a spatula; anything could happen in a dream. The heroes always won over the heart of the girl by the end and that thought, well, that thought gave James and immense amount of hope.

That factor was probably what should have tipped James Potter off to the fact that he was dreaming. When the hell would Lily Evans actually let him take her out on a date, let alone brush his lips against hers tenderly?

He was a constant dreamer, as his mother used to be fond of saying when he described his elaborate, yet informative dreams to her.

A thing that always got on his nerves about his dreams was the fact that they always seemed to come to a rather abrupt end before the dream had really gotten to his point. Yes, he was snogging Lily Evans and she was consenting- James was a gentleman, he definitely wouldn't touch a girl without her consent.

Before he could really do anything about it he was being torn rather violently from his dream, a loud knocking and a screaming voice cutting across his dream like the edge of a rather sharp knife.

Groaning, James rolled over and tried to turn off the sound, trying to stop the screaming and the banging. His hand slapped aimlessly at his bedside table, trying to locate his glasses so that he could actually see. He didn't even end up grabbing his glasses, the table was empty. He must've dropped them onto the floor, he thought as he laid back against the pillows with a rather loud groan.

Only once he'd calmed down from being pulled from his dream did James realise what had woken him up.

Rosie Hunter and her morning wake up calls.

James couldn't exactly yell at the girl, since his new dormitory, the Head's dorm, which was equipped with a common room, two bedrooms- one each for James and his co-Head- and a bathroom they shared, was well out of her way. It made him smile knowing that she'd still made time to come and scream him into a conscious state.

He really did appreciate that she did that as he seemed to have a knack for accidentally breaking his alarm clock whenever it used to go off. This way, she was saving him a lot of galleons by not having to purchase replacement clocks.

Fumbling for his glasses, James sat up in the bed and stretched widely, a yawn coming from his lips. When he was in a sitting position, he rubbed the back of his head sleepily and tried to keep his eyes closed as much as possible. Without his glasses, everything was just a blurry mess.

Reaching down, he found the lenses and shoved them onto his face, blinking through the adjustment before he began to look around him in utter disdain. Everything was different from his old dorm.

He missed the fact that the old dorm had six bed shoved into the space and it was inevitable that you'd trip over someone's belongings.

James Potter was definitely a fan of chaos and this room was entirely void of it. It was too quiet, too serene.
Those facts, of course, was why Lily loved the new dorm.

Rolling his eyes, he slipped from his bed and out into the common room to answer the door as the knocking grew more insistently annoying, a muffled voice audible through the door.

As he raked his fingers through his hair he heard the sound of the door across the common room open and Lily stepped out, her voice slicing through the silence, like a knife through flesh.
"R-Ro-Rosie?" Lily Evans asked through a yawn and James felt his heart ache with longing as she nodded.

Fucking hell, she was even gorgeous half asleep and yawning widely, her red hair curling slightly at the ends and the ragged and old pyjama pants and tank top she slept in was slightly rumpled and messy.

Looking away before his mind ran away from him, James yanked the door open just as Rosie was about to bang her fist against the protesting portrait again, sending her stumbling into James.

With his chaser reflexes he grabbed her wrist, saving her from falling. He gently held her against his bare chest for a few moments to steady her, knowing her clumsy nature would lead to her stumbling around and probably injuring herself.

If this was any girl but Rosie Hunter or possibly Lily Evans, they'd be blushing and bumbling, possibly giggling if it was one of the gigglers.

Merlin…he definitely hated the gigglers.

Rosie gave him a weak smile and stepped away from him, giving his chest a light push in the direction of the bathroom. "Shower. Now."

James noticed something different about her, frowning for a second as he clinically looked her up and down, not paying heed to any of her features.

As she was launching into a speech, he cut into it by clearing his throat and frowned, eye brows arching upwards.

Her white blouse hugged her chest, a lot tighter than it was the year previously, and her skirt was a whole lot shorter and hugged the curves of her hips perfectly, just like the blouse hugged some other curves. Her hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, auburn strands escaping to frame her big eyes that were a dark shade of blue today, bordering on a purple.

He fumbled with his words slightly, trying to phrase the question without earning a punch across the face from the short girl. "Uh…Rosie? Who…who are you trying to impress?" '

Curiously, James watched as a light blush crept across her face as she tugged at the hem of the skirt lightly, trying to make the fabric look a little bit longer.

"Mary's mad because I elbowed her boyfriend in the face and broke his nose. It was fixed in a few moments but apparently someone has a grudge. She must've gotten into my laundry and down something to it, because now they're tiny…" She sighed and rolled her eyes, fidgeting uncomfortably.

"Laundry revenge, huh? How pleasant, Hunter." Joked James as he lightly poked her stomach before disappearing into his room to begin his morning preparations.

As James showered, the warm water waking him up that last bit that no amount of shouting and door banging could wake, he thought about his friend's situation. He didn't know how to fix her shorter than usual attire, but he did know that Sirius would definitely be jealous of all the attention that she'd be getting for the day or until a permanent solution could be found.

Merlin, Sirius was jealous of the attention she got when she didn't have a skirt on that left nothing to the imagination.

James Potter knew his best friend well, especially how his friend would feel once he was Rosie, although, he knew for a fact that Sirius had left the feast early to break in his seventh year bed with a rather passionate shag.

Only time would tell, he decided as he finished off with the shower, turning the taps off quickly.


When Rosie had entered the Great Hall, her head held high, James swore he saw every male in the hall pause exactly what they were doing- forks literally paused mid bite- to inspect the girl. Their eyes grazed over everything, her legs, hips, stomach, chest, neck, head- nothing was left unobserved by the vultures.

Automatically slipping into big brother mode, James stepped closer to Rosie and sent glares to anyone he met with his eyes, reading the hunger and lust through their obvious expressions.

He leaned in close to Rosie, whispering into her ear. "They're disgusting. Look at them all, probably imagining what it'd be like to shag you." Playfully, he blew in her ear and grinned as she flinched away and gave him a shove, laughing.

As they continued to walk she shoved a few strands of hair that had escaped her ponytail out of her face, rolling her eyes at him as she sat at the Gryffindor table, directly across from Sirius. Her eyes followed the pathway of the Head of Gryffindor house, Minerva McGonagall, who hurried along the table, handing out timetables for the new school year.

"They can imagine what they want, none of those perverts are getting anything." Her eyes didn't leave the teacher, taking in everything.

James slid in beside her, giving the teacher a cheeky wave as Rosie picked up a piece of bacon and chewed on it thoughtfully.

Sirius looked over at James, trying to ignore the girl from the night before who was drawing patterns on his arm, causing him a lot of grief when it came to cutting his meal. He ended up just shaking her off.

The man didn't look too happy as he gave his mate a once over, frowning at her appearance, although he did look happy at her reaction to the admirers, if they could even be called that. "What happened to you? Trying out new look?" He tried to sound nonchalant, ruffling his hair as he suppressed a yawn, continuing to ignore the desperate Ravenclaw beside him.

Rosie looked up from the pile of bacon that she'd gathered on her plate, arching her eyebrows at him. That was another thing James admired about the girl; her eating habits. She ate like a normal person, usually one of the first people to hurry back for seconds or thirds and didn't constantly blabber on about her weight.

She wasn't fat, not at all, Qudditch definitely kept the girl in shape.

"What new look? Slag?" Her eyes flickered over to the Ravenclaw then back to Sirius, "I'll leave that to your fangirls, Black." Suppressing the faintest of smirks, Rosie smiled her usual cheeky smile and returned to her food, leading Sirius to glance down the table at the girls who were staring at him wistfully while giggling annoyingly.

The rest of the meal passed in a content noise bracket, jokes and gossip being flung around the Marauders group as they planned their first mega prank for the year, only halting when Rosie accepted the schedules off the teacher, thanked her and then distributed them.

Glancing at hers, James' eyebrows arched. "Care of Magical Creatures? Ancient Ruins? Divination? Healer studies? Sounds like a heavy workload."
Rosie rolled her eyes and shoved the schedule into her bag, sticking her tongue out at him childishly. "Well, Potter, we do attend a school to learn. That is the general idea."

Her response made him burst out laughing, holding onto her shoulder slightly so he didn't slip off the bench. He had no idea why he found it so bloody funny, he just did.

The laughter died in James' throat as Lily and her friends sat down, throwing a look at Rosie. James had been just pointed at a smudge of grease on her shirt while he brushed some egg off the side of her mouth. He thought he caught the smallest flash of jealously glimmer in Lily's eyes as she watched her friend react to James' movements.

James assumed Lily must've been hoping for Rosie to push James away or probably clip him around the ears but all she did was laugh and untuck her wand from behind her ear, quickly casting a spell so the grease disappeared.

James cocked his head to the side then thoughtfully sipped his pumpkin juice, looking down at his schedule without really seeing.

Lily Evans couldn't have been jealous, he was certain he'd seem things. Except…a little voice at the back of his head kept arguing that she had, she'd been jealous.

But she was Lily Evans and she had no interest in James Potter what so ever, right?