James awoke the next morning with a slight headache. "You awake?" he asked Sirius groggily.
"Mmmhmm," Sirius muttered. He maneuvered hi body to a position where he could easily see James. "Evans was mad last night."
"You remember?" James asked, full of surprise.
"Mmmhmm," Sirius repeated. "She hates you."
"I know," James sighed, patting down his unruly chocolate-colored hair. It never laid flat, no matter how much time he spent combing it, or brushing it, or doing whatever odd method that his mother would suggest. None of it would ever work.
"James?" Remus was now up. "Sirius?"
"Hmm," Sirius said. James then took note of the fact that Sirius' long, shaggy hair was in a significantly worse state than James'. "Why do you all talk to me when I'm hungover?"
"Sirius, we have class in ten minutes." Remus sat up.
Sirius, while cursing loudly (which subsequently woke Peter up), got changed quickly despite the fact he was half asleep and shuffled out of the common room.
"Remus, it's Sunday."
"I know," Remus smiled.
"What the..." Sirius exclaimed, rushing into the once-peaceful common room of Gryffindor Tower. "Moony!" he yelled as he stormed up the stairs and burst back into the common room. "You said it was Monday!"
"Yes, because you've never messed with me before," Remus said sarcastically. He grinned at Sirius, who returned his look with a childish roll of his eyes.
"Whatever," Sirius said, "I'm going back to bed." He strut across the dormitory to his bed, which he fell on top of in a rather clumsy manner.
"I'm going to breakfast," James said, standing up. He lazily put on his robes and stepped down the stairs, and as he stepped through the portrait hole, a voice stopped him.
"Potter."
"Evans?"
"I wanted to apologise for what I said last night. I was tired, I was mad… and I had to take it all out on someone. Sorry."
"Oh." James had a clear look of surprise on his face. "Okay. Err- apology accepted."
"Good. Now, are you going or not? Because I need to through."
"Oh. Yeah." He stepped through, and held the portrait open for Lily. "Going to breakfast, or…"
"James, is this some lame attempt to eat with me?"
"You called me James."
"Yeah, I am going to go eat. I'm not wasting any time though, I'm going to the library."
"I need to write an essay," James remembered.
"You never write your essays," Lily said sarcastically.
"I know."
"You never go to breakfast without another marauder, and you-"
"You know about the marauders?"
"Remember how the map turned up on your bed after a night of drinking in the common room?"
"That was you?"
"Yeah. Me. And I didn't report you."
"Lily Evans, I love you."
The two strode in silence to the great hall. Eating quickly,they never said a word to each other, until Lily spoke up.
"The reason I was so mad," Lily said, "is because Severus called me a mudblood."
"That arse!" James exclaimed, whipping out his wand.
"No, James," Lily said, lowering his wand with her hand. "It's fine now. It just slipped out of him."
"Lily, the guy called you the most offensive name I can think of. I don't think you should hang out with him."
"We have our issues," Lily rationalized, "and we're fine. Taking a break."
"You say that like you were dating."
Lily was silent.
"You haven't-"
She nodded.
"No- you wouldn't!"
"Of course I wouldn't! I was joking! Oh my Merlin, your face!" Lily laughed until her face was the same color of her hair. "Come on, let's go to the library."