OMG! It took me SOOO longer to update this! I am SOOOOO sorry!! I truly am! I just have been so busy with the end of school, then with summer swim team, then with camp, then I went to California, then school started AGAIN, I just never really got the time this summer to sit down and write. So, I am SOOO sorry!! I hope you enjoy the long-awaited Part two of my awesome fanfic. It took me long enough…

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Disclaimer: Can J.K Rowling do this?? 0o

I didn't think so.

My Worst Nightmare

(Part 2)

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"POTTER!"

Potter and Black spin around as if their heels were on fire. Black, as always, looked confused and dazed. Potter looks the same way for a minute until a huge smile stretches across his face, moving his glasses up his long nose a bit.

"EVANS! MY LOVE! I have found you at last!"

No! No! NO! This is not happening! Why are they here?! Better question, WHY ARE THEY IN VICTORIA'S SECRET?!?"

Sirius, now unconfused, smiles brightly as he takes a step towards me.

"Lilikins! How is my bestest best friend's bestest girlfriend doing?"

"I'm not his–"

"Super! But I have to tell you," Sirius says as he and Potter place their arms around my shoulders, "You, my dear Lilikins, are a very hard girl to find. Even with your red hair that Prongs here loves so much. But never in a MILLION years did we, the two most handsomest men ever to walk the earth, ever think that the sweet flower would be here. Now, tell us, why is the Lily in a lingerie store? Shopping for something that you'll believe Prongs might enjoy?" Sirius winks at Potter, who winks back.

My jaw drops.

Oh. My. God.

"Ah, Evans! You shouldn't have! I didn't know you wanted me that badly. You should have told me sooner!"

Like, no. EW!

I open my mouth to answer, but once again, someone got to the speaking before me. It was Jill.

"Oh Lily," She calls, peering around the corner and flashing us the Barbie smile. "Once you are done helping them, I have a woman who needs help." Jill then disappeared and I was left, having the morons both stare at me with excited expressions.

"Hold up. You're telling us that you work at Victoria's Secret?" Potter elbows me in the side.

"Yes," I say solemnly, wondering how anyone (especially Lacey) could have talked me into taking this job.

"Well this is bloody AMAZING! We are in need of your kind assistance."

I sigh, knowing well enough that there was no way to escape them now.

"What do you need?" I say in a flat tone.

Taking me by the shoulders, (will he just STOP touching me? PLEASE?), he began to walk us around the bra displays. As we past the open door frame, Heather, still sitting at the counter, and my eyes lock. I try to send a telepathic plea for help, but instead she smiles at me. Smiles!

COME ON! HELP! HEATHER! HELP ME!

"He's cute," she mouths before turning back to the latest Vogue Magazine.

Great. This is spectacular. NOT!

"You see," Potter begins, "Tomorrow is my mum's birthday. And it has been decided by the Potter men that mum needs a new bra."

"Very badly," Sirius adds, before making the disgusting motion of sagging boobs with cupped hands.

Pervert!

"So what we need, is you to help us find a bra that works!"

I know that this is going to be disastrous, just by the way he said it and gave me that happy 'obey-me' look.

Once again. Why in the world did I agree to this?

I take a deep breath and move some of my hair out of my face. This has got to be the weirdest birthday gift a guy has ever gave.

"Ok," I say standing straighter in my time-for-work pose. "What size is she?"

Potter and Sirius look at each other with confused looks.

"Size?"

"Yes, there are different sizes. What is your mum's size?"

God! They are so stupid.

"Don't know. But here is one of her bras." James pulls out something every small and round-ish from his front jeans pocket before taking out his wand, hidden in an inside pocket of his red zip-up Liverpool football jacket.

Ok. Where did he get that jacket? This really doesn't make sense.

I ask him that and he gave me a puzzled look.

"This is a Muggle sport jacket? Cool. I just bought it because it's red. Go Gryffindor!"

Boys…. Seriously! —No pun added. But there was a more serious problem at hand.

"Potter! Put your wand away!" I whisper as loudly as possible, worrying that the dim-headed boy would blow the cover of the whole Wizarding world by being stupid!

"Relax, Evans. It will only take a second." Potter then performs his little spell and I watch as the tiny bra begins to grow in his large, manly looking hands.

For some strange reason, I would really love it if his large hands would just reach out and touch my face…

Wait a second. I DIDN'T JUST THINK THAT! AAAARRRRRRRGGGGG!!! OUT! OUT! OUT!

"Evans?"

"What?" I snap my head up to look at James— I mean, Potter.

"You were doing very weird facial expressions." He looks somewhat cute as he tilts his head—AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! NO! NO! NO! NOT AGAIN!

"LILY LOVES JAMES!!" Someone yells into my ear, making me jump three feet back.

"WHAT? NO I DO NOT!" I become aware that everyone in the store is giving me strange looks. Sirius—who better watch it if he wants to live—is laughing hysterically. I would point out to him that he is holding onto a bra stand (as he tries to support himself), but I don't think I will.

Potter is standing next to him shaking he's head and grinning.

"Sorry about that. You were making the faces again and I couldn't snap you out of it."

Though, Potter didn't look a BIT sorry for the embarrassment.

Kiss up.

"Whatever. Just give me the bra." Potter hands me the white, lace bra and I look around for the tag marking the size.

"34C. Hey! That's my size," I think to myself.

"What? You wear the same size bra of mum?" Potter asks with one eyebrow raised and a smirk forming on his face.

Oh, bloody hell. Did I just say that aloud?

"This is brilliant!" Sirius suddenly screams—shit, I did say it aloud. This CANNOT be good. "Lilikins can try on the bra's to make sure they fit! Then we can pick which one we like better."

Oh god! Please, someone just kill me right now. I give him the death stare, but I cannot penetrate his and Potter's stupid smirks.

"I don't think so," I say, putting my hands on my hips and trying to look as intimidating as possible (which is hard being around 5'4''. But I do try).

"Oh come on, Evans," Potter says, putting a long, muscular arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his side. I am starting to hyperventilate. If I don't get out of his clutches soon, there is a possibility that my heart will stop.

"No!"

"Please? Lets see what your manager thinks about the idea. Excuse me!" Looking up I see Jill walking towards us, her cherry-red pumps clicking against the wood floor. I close my eyes, praying that she won't agree to anything the Marauder boys would say.

"Hello. Is everything alright here?" Jill gives us her Barbie grin, her eyes twinkling as if she just won a free-paid vacation.

"Everything is wonderful," Potter says turning on the famous Potter charm. "We just wanted your opinion on an idea that my mate and I had."

"Go ahead, young man."

"Well, my mother's birthday is coming up and I decided to get her a lovely… err… undergarment. And to our luck, the beautiful Miss Evans just happens to be the same size. We were thinking that, maybe, she could try on the undergarments so my friend and I can pick the one we want."

Please say no. Please, please say no, I think, trying to send Jill a telepathic message.

It didn't work.

"That's a WONDERFUL idea. I am sure Miss Evans would be more than happy to help you, gentlemen. I shall come back with you to give suggestions."

My jaw drops to the floor.

She has got to be kidding.

I really want to scream and pull out Jill's over-colored bleach blonde hair (she got it done yesterday). WHY IS SHE DOING THIS TO ME?!? HAVEN'T I BEEN A GOOD, HARD WORKER??

"But," I protest only to be once again cut off as Jill and, ugg, Potter taking me by the arm and drag me towards the dressing room—Jill grabbing bras along the way, including one which I wasn't to thrilled about—black, lacy and nearly see through.

I seriously don't get to have an opinion around here. My life is so unfair.

Just as Jill shoves me into an empty dressing room, I grab her by the arm and hiss into her ear.

"Don't you think this is clearly unnecessary and a bit over the top? Why can't I just help them find a bra? Why do I have to try them on, also?"

She needs to see what I'm coming from. She HAS, too.

"Oh, Lily," Jill sighs. I think she is about to give in. Then:

"You simple, naïve girl."—Excuse me??—"For the male customers"—like there is any… well, except for Potter and Black. But they're weird like that—"you need to help them a little more then others." She winks at me.

You have to be kidding me.

That does it! I quit!!

I'm seriously going to kill Lacey when I get my hands on her. "Oh, it's a normal, Muggle job, Lily." "It will be fun, Lily."

Ha! I do NOT call playing dress-up for Potter fun—Underwear dress-up, that is, which is more vile then pretty, pretty princess dress-up (which was really fun when I was, like, six. But now it's just sickening).

"Besides," she adds, seeing my disgusted look (mouth open, nose wrinkled, and looking like a crazed murderer about to go on rampage), "Don't you think those boys are disgustingly gorgeous? Seriously. Their looks have got to be illegal or something."

Disgusting? Yes.

Gorgeous? No.

….

Ok… I'll admit Potter and Black are a little attractive. But I'll won't let them know that. I mean, imagine what their egos would be like! It would be the size of London!

Wait a sec… why am I thinking about Potter's—as Heather would say it—'Hotness Level', again?

Where was I? Oh Yeah.

"Please don't make me do this!" I cry as Jill shuts the door, throwing the bras over the door so that they fell on top of me and hit me in the head.

"Lily, if you are worried about the boys seeing you, then don't. Just imagine that you're in a bikini! Now, hurry up! A waiting customer is not a happy customer," Jill sings in a super annoying baby voice.

I really wish I had my wand— which I left it back at the house so I wouldn't drop it by accident in the store. Muggles can get really weird about seeing people carrying around sticks in their pockets— so I can Avada her ass back to the asylum. Ok… that would be mean, but still. When I took the job, there was nothing in the job description about doing this.

I angrily pull off and throw my black t-shirt to the floor before unlatching the hooks of my own bra and hanging it on door hook. Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I pick up the first bra I touch and put it on without even looking at it. With my eyes still clamped shut, I open the door and walk out.

I hear the playful (evil) whistling of the Marauders as I come to a stand still.

"Open your eyes, Lily," Jill says, hitting my back and making me fall forward so that my eyelids jumped open. The ground is coming closer and closer. Just as I'm about to hit it, pair of strong arms catch me around the middle and pull me up.

I turn around to see Potter standing over me with a silly grin on his face.

God! Not now…. Why did I have to fall over while wearing a bra only to have Potter catch me?? Why me?

When I look at Potter, it isn't really keeping his gaze at my face. But a little lower.

I look down to see what type of bra I'm wearing. It's the black, lacy, see-through-ish one.

Oh God! I think I just puked in my mouth.

I can feel my face heat up and Potter stands me up, winking at Sirius as he does so.

"I like this one," Potter says, still eyeing the bra.

Take a picture, Potter. It will last longer.

Though, I hope the picture will want to claw out his eyes as much as I do. Hmmm. That's a pleasant thought.

"Ok, then," I say, walking quickly back to the safe walls (and locked door) of my dressing room. "I guess my work here is done."

"Not so fast, Lily." I stop in my tracks and turn to Jill who is standing by the door. "Why don't you show the boys some of the other samples?" She smiles her stupid grin at me on her stupid face.

I give her the death glare.

"You're WELCOME!" Jill giggles, before letting me pass. Okay… that reaction I've seen before… weird, I thought as I went to try on another bra.

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An hour had passed and I was still trying on bras: black ones, rainbow, blue with pink polka dots, and leopard spotted and tiger stripped. Never in my life have I felt so violated!

Ugg. As soon as this bra-fest is over, I'm quitting and doing a super powerful memory charm on Potter and Black— once I get my wand out of my trunk at home. Not that I think they will need it, seeing that they are always hitting balls at each other as they fly around on their little broomsticks—not that it's not entertaining to watch, cause it is. Also, as long there isn't any blood. Yeah. Blood plus me equals unpleasant.

Potter and Black have somehow found chairs to watch their very own Victoria's Secret show. Brought to them by me… I so hate this job.

As I came parading out of the dressing room for the forth-billionth time, my head down in a tired way, wearing a skimpy brown leather bra (who knows where that came from), Potter's voice ripples across the tiny back dressing room in a voice that I have never before heard him speaking in.

"This isn't right."

My head shoots up in disbelief of what I just heard. On Potter's face I see a mixture of sorrow and anger. He is leaning forward with his elbows propped up on his knees and covering his face with his hands.

"This isn't right," he repeated, looking up at me now, his hazel eyes looking strait into mine as if they are trying to find a hint of understanding of just how bad he felt.

But I know, being as brilliant as I am (even if I'm in a 'hooker' bra…), that he is putting on a show. I mean, look at him! He looks so innocent with his big puppy-dog eyes, the cute little frown…. I'm telling you; he's a brilliant actor. To bad I can see through all that jazz.

I chuckle to myself.

I'm so smart, I think.

But I, knowing that I have to hide my brilliance so I can get out of this mess, cross my arms and stare at Potter, waiting for him to go on.

"Lily." He sighs sadly and conjures up a blanket, draping it over my shoulders.

Wait a sec? Did Mr. High-and-Mighty do that in front of a Muggle??? What the hell is going on? And Jill didn't even blink! Ok, she WAS looking at her French manicure when he produced it, but still. She has to notice that I am wearing a blanket as a sweater… that oddly smells like Potter. Hmm… he smells good. Like the air after it rains somewhere in the tropics; very sweet and light…

OH MY GOD! Not again! GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT OF MY BRAIN!!

"You don't deserve this treatment. You deserve better," Potter says, snapping out of my daze… where I was yelling at myself. Again.

"We'll take the one you tried on first"—Excuse me? First? —"and leave. I am so sorry." He stands up and kicks Sirius's chair, making him jump to his feet.

"What?" I am speechless. I look at his face unable to comprehend what he just said. He acted so sincerer… like he DOES care.

Wow. He's either getting very good at acting or I've made a mistake. I hate making mistakes.

"I said I was sorry," he repeats, still looking at me.

I lower my head and look at the ground.

"It's fine. I'm sorry, too." I have no idea why I said I was sorry. I just did.

"Okay, now that everything is settled, Lily dear, if you can please put your clothes back on and grab the chosen bra, would you please go to the register. Thank you!" Jill says in a hurry, before scurrying away.

Weirdo.

I go in and change, happy to put back on my shirt, and walk with Potter and Black behind me. I go behind the counter with Heather who only gives a little smile in my direction before continuing with her costumer.

"You know," Potter says leaning over the counter towards me. Black is checking out Heather again. Uggg. I swear, all he ever does is eat, sleeps, plays Quidditch, and checks out girls' butts. "I am truly sorry for making you do that."

"Whatever, Potter. Forget about it," I mumble. Why am I still feeling sorry for him?

"Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" He asks, looking like he's under the imperious curse.

"Just don't tell anyone about my "fashion show"." I then look over at Black. "And make sure bubble-brain keeps his trap closed, too."

"Deal."

We shake on it and he takes his purchase.

"But," Potter says, leaning over the counter again. "I have to tell you. You looked spicy in that leather bra. Will I be seeing that again?" He wiggles he's eyebrows at me.

Sorry feeling terminated.

I take his jacket collar and pull him close to my face.

"Get out. Now," I growl. And I must say, my growls are very scary.

Potter winks and smiles at me.

Crap. No effect.

"See you in school, too!"

Not if I can help it.

Arse.

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(Heather's POV)

I walk into Jill's office and sit down in the chair in front of the desk. In the chair next to me is the real Jill, all slumped over and hair in disarray. She has been out cold for the past two hours, as her double been running around making Lily try on bras in front of that James guy—who is mighty fine, if I might add. I don't really understand magic, but it's cool to see it in action.

I take a good look at the room to make sure everything is in order before Jill arouses. The only thing I see that looks out of place is a pile of clothes on Jill spiny-chair. That, and Jill's shoes are gone.

Hopefully she won't remember that it was me that drugged her—with some sleeping drought some guy named Remus sent me… I think he's friends with my cousin—when I brought her lunch from the food court around the corner. That's the best thing about working in the mall. There is food around every corner. And everyone knows food is just awesome!

I hear the door open and close with a click as I examined a picture of a little white dog dressed in a pink tutu. Poor thing. I can just hear it pleading for help. Help me! Help me!

"Ok, pollyjuice potion is just about up. I had to wait in the employee bathroom until Lily was busy with another customer to run back in here," a voice says behind me. I turn around in my chair to see Lacey still wearing Jill's clothes, which were slightly too large for her small frame."

"They still didn't notice anything?"

As I said before, I don't really understand the majesty of the Wizard world. I was only introduced into it early this year—an owl dropped a letter for Lacey on my head and I started asking questions.

"Not a clue. Sirius, he knew about our little mission, kept James clueless. He's the one I told where Lily worked. But I think Lily might have expecting something was going on. But she's to pissed to think about it right now. Hopefully she'll forget about her boss's weirdness."

We look over at the blonde woman in the chair next to me.

"So you think it worked? Lily seemed angry at the register when James left."

"I think she's just in denial. We'll see. The other Marauders, Rachael and I have other plans for our Lily and James if they aren't dating by the start of school." Lacey quickly dressed and did a little spell to replace Jill's clothes on her body.

"So what's your guess?" She asks me as we stand up to leave.

I shrug.

"I give them till Christmas."

This should be fun.

THE END!

I'm DONE!! FINALLY! It took me such a long time to come up with an ending for this story. I hope you all liked it and will REVIEW! I like reviews. They make me happy. Anyway, weren't they mean? I personally would have killed Lacey and Heather if they did that to me. So, that's the end of my NIGHTMARE (instead it featured two guys I know, instead of James and Sirius). I personally found it scary. Even though it was just a dream.

Oh yeah, Lacey told Heather all about Hogwarts before she met Lily. She (Heather) was later able to help with the master plan since Lily didn't know Heather knew about Wizards. Heather is just very good at playing dumb.

Jill, Jill is not based on you. She just has your name. It just works.

I hope you liked it! And I'm sorry (again) it took me so long—almost 4 months. I'll try to update/ fix my other stories soon.

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