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Sins of Angels: Wow, I'm so sorry I left you guys without an update for so long! Writer's block is a curse. Anyway, here's the new chapter, for all those (probably few by now, haha) that still want to read it. Again, I'm really, REALLY sorry. But I hope this kind of makes up for it. Maybe. Um…hopefully. So read, please review, curse me out for leaving you without updates, whatever rocks your boat, haha. But soon, after finals this month I have a month off, so I should get a bunch more updates in. I hope. Sorry, once again. And for all those still with me, THANK YOU. You guys rock. Anyway, enjoy! Oh, and before I forget, this chapter is a bit on the perverted side. Don't say I didn't warn you, haha.
Chapter 4 – Modesty

James ran in the room and quickly stuffed the magical map in his trunk after he erased it and locked the trunk. He picked out a shirt, pants, and boxers at random. He opened the door and walked over to Lily, who was sitting down and singing under her breath.

She stood as he came near her. Her eyebrows raised and she began to smile. "Is that what I'm wearing?"

James, who was feeling quite disoriented, what with suddenly becoming a girl and all, looked down. Before he could turn, Lily grabbed the clothes from his hands, and held the pants out in front of her.

"These should be illegal, Potter. This shade of orange can blind."

Well aware he was blushing, James grabbed the pants from her. "Look, they were a gift, alright? Just shut up about it and let me go get others."

"Make sure they match the flowery shirt," Lily remarked. "Honestly, you paid money for this?"

James frowned, and snatched away the shirt as well. "Shut up, Evans," he muttered. "Just wait here until I get others, alright?"

Lily sat down. "Gladly, Potter. Can't wait for new material."

Grumbling under his breath, James went back upstairs and carefully picked out the clothes. Without a word he thrust them in Lily's arms, who quickly performed the spell. Smirking at James's angry expression, Lily led the way. That is, until she heard James screech.

"I do not walk like that, Evans!"

Lily stopped, her feet crossed, turned to him and tried to frown, but her big smile was eating away her face. "What? I'm only doing my "I'm the Quidditch captain, look at me, I'm a big git on the ground!" walk. Surely you must agree it's an exact replica."

"Don't leave this room walking like that!"

Lily huffed, turning away from him. "Fine. I'll just walk."

"Now you're walking like a girl!" James whined. Lily turned to face him.

"In case you haven't noticed, Potter, I was a girl up until this morning. I don't think I can change the way I walk that quickly!"

"Well, you have to! I will not let myself be seen walking down the hallway like…like that!"

Lily sighed. "Fine, I'll walk like a normal person," she said, taking a few steps around the room. "See? Anything wrong?"

However, James had already sunk to the floor and had gotten to work in making a dent in that wall using only his head.

"Hey, stop that! It's my brain you're rattling in there!"

"Good, maybe then it'll fall into the right place! Come on, Evans, at least bloody try!"

Lily sighed. She then stopped irritating him on purpose and walked over to the spot where he sat. "If you want me to walk like a guy, you have to walk like a girl."

"Lucky for me you don't wear heels then, isn't it?"

"Quite. Listen, Potter, I'm going to have to keep an eye on you. I can't have you go around ruining my social life as well as my regular life."

"Kind of hard to ruin something you don't have, isn't it?"

"Shut up, you know very well I have one. You do a fantastic job in getting in the way of my dates."

"Dates?" James said, grinning mischievously.

"No. You're not dating anyone. Or saying that you like girls. Unless you want me to say I like guys…"

"But Evans, think of all the fun I could have! You could have! Why, we can destroy the egos of every guy at this school!"

"Sure, Potter. You first."

"Fine, I'll hold my tongue. Now can we go eat? I'm starving!"

"No pigging out. Everything you eat right now and are able to fit in that ridiculously uncontrollable mouth of yours is to be cut in half, and then cut in half again."

"What? I don't believe this! I am not starving myself!"

"You bloody well are while in my body! It's called a diet, you pig! And besides, don't you think that people might notice something's off if I come back and eat half the table's worth of food when before I barely finished a waffle?"

"By that token you should be eating three times your body weight now."

Lily frowned. "Fine. I guess I could eat a little more than usual, if you eat less than usual."

"Fine. Now can we go eat?"

Lily frowned again. "I think we have a problem."

James sighed. "What now?"

Lily looked at him, a slow blush overcoming her. "I…uh…I have to go use the bathroom."

James looked at her, wide eyed. And then he fell over on the couch, laughing.

"It's not funny!"

"No, Evans, you're right. It's not funny. It's ironic as hell, but not funny," he finished, bursts of laughter still emerging from his mouth.

"What do we do? I…I don't know how to…I mean, so I actually have to touch…"

"Come on, Evans, just think of it as practice for the future," James said, leaning back.

"Ugh, Merlin, I think I'm going to be sick."

"Well, the bathroom's that way. Either way, you'll have to use it," he said, snickering.

"You don't find this the least bit embarrassing?"

"Evans, I have nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Wow, Potter, so modest. Such a wonderful quality, modesty, isn't it? So rare."

"Look, if you're that upset over it, I could help you."

"My hands are not touching…ugh…"

"Well, technically, they're my hands now. So there's no need to worry."

"Do you even listen to yourself when you talk? Think before you speak, Potter."

"Well, fine, it seems to me that the only we'd be able to do this is if you suck it up and do it yourself."

"Fine!" Lily exclaimed, getting up. Stupid arrogant git. Not even the least bit embarrassed, that idiot. I just…won't look. And scrub the hell out of my hands. Yeah.

James watched her enter the bathroom, the smile still on his face. As soon as the door closed he sprang up and started pacing. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" he muttered under his breath furiously. "Merlin, Evans, I thought you'd have some spell or something! I didn't think you just…up and do it!" James sat down, face in his hands. "I'm screwed. She'll never want to go out with me after this now…"

The bathroom door opened, Lily blushing evidently. "Fine, let's go."

James jumped up again, smiling. "Fare alright, I take it?"

"I was fine. Can we go eat now? I need chocolate."

"I thought you'd never ask!" James said and walked over to her, grinning.

"Well, we can't walk out together."

"Oh, uh, right. But…what about Sirius and the others…"

"Please, Potter, I'm sure I can fool your dimwitted friends. It won't be hard, I'll just act like an obnoxious, intolerable git. No one will know the difference."

"Fine, and I'll be a socially inept bookworm. We'll be perfectly fine."

"I am not socially inept!"

"And I'm not intolerable!"

Lily crossed her arms. "There's that modesty again. How do you do it?"

"Oh, shut up. Isn't there any way that we can stay together? I mean, can't we put it off to Head business or something?"

"Potter, if I were myself and you were in your body, and I told you that we should start doing Head business the first morning of school, what would you do?"

"Fine, I guess you have a point. And call me Evans in public."

"Call me Potter. And don't be friends with Black."

"Who you have to call Sirius."

"And don't speak to Alice. At all. She's sharper than your gang, she'll figure it out. In fact, tell her you have a cold or something and you can't talk."

"Alice? Are you kidding me? She's about as sharp as a balloon! Look at who she's going out with!"

"I happen to avoid ranking people based on their choice of partners, thank you very much. And Frank happens to be a great guy, much better than you."

"Whatever, Evans. Just start walking."

"Fine!" Lily said, opening the door and strolling out of the room. "Stupid idiot, I just know he's going to mess something up!" she muttered under her breath.

"James!" someone called behind her. Lily kept walking.

"He's such an idiot sometimes…well, all the time. I can't imagine why he's got friends, especially ones that look for him this early in the morning."

"Prongs, slow down!"

"He's going to draw attention to us. Answer him you bloody…oh. Wait. I'm the bloody git. Crap." Lily turned around and saw Sirius and Remus strolling towards her. She smiled, hoping it didn't look too uncharacteristic.

"Uh," Lily said, rubbing the back of her head. How did James Potter greet his friends anyway? "Hey…guys," she said hopefully, smiling.

Down the hallway, James repeatedly slammed his head on a wall. "She's going to get us both caught."