Summary: When a class assignment pairs two students who have never seen eye to eye together for two weeks during the summer, sparks are bound to fly, along with tempers, tears and clothing? JPLE. Rating may change.

A.N.: J.K.Rowling, Scholastic, Warner Brothers, they all own Harry Potter. I own nothing. I can barely afford gas for my car let alone try to copyright a story for a fanfic site. And if you, Mrs. Rowling would just put out a new Harry Potter book each week we uber-fans wouldn't have to take matters into our own hands and hope to Merlin you don't sue us for plagiarism.

This isn't my first fic just the first one I've had the nerve to post, most of the time they are just a very weird catharsis. I appreciate your opinions so please review and tell me what you think! Will update often. Rating will most likely change later just to be on the safe side.

Muggle It

Ch. 5. Judgment

Small feet skimmed over the moist sand at the edge of the lake. They twirled in circles perched on their tippy toes. The pale pink nails a stark contrast to the grey earth.

James was laid out on an old blanket in the grass by the waters edge. He watched as Lily danced, turning gracefully. The hem on her light white cotton dress had flown up and was now fanned out just above her knees as she moved. She had the dress cinched around the waist with a leather belt. Her wooden bead necklace was bouncing across her breasts, which he had been chastised for staring at earlier.

He couldn't help it. He had been pining over this girl since he was fourteen. Seeing her in a bikini top was like being able to live the past four Christmas's over again.

Then there was her hair, oh her hair. The thick, dark red waves were covering her creamy bare shoulders.

He could watch her for hours. He would, if he thought she would let him. She was just so beautiful. And she was his.

She stopped and bent over laughing before looking up at him. "Okay, I'm dizzy." She said as she wobbled over.

Lily fell onto her knees next to him, smiling shyly, her cheeks tinged pink. "Well, go ahead, laugh."

"I'm not going to laugh." He said, grinning at her. "I promised I wouldn't, remember?"

"That's never stopped you before."

"That's because you always said or did something funny," He pointed out. "It's not my fault. Besides, you're really good. Why did you stop?"

Lily looked a little sad as she pulled her legs under her. "Between Quidditch and Exploding Snap, Hogwarts seems to have forgotten to incorporate ballet into its extracurricular activities. I tried to pick it back up during the holidays for a while but, I got behind. My feet got out of shape."

"Plus, if they did have it at the school; you might get someone like McGonagall trying to teach it…and McGonagall in a tutu, although funny, is something I never want to see."

Lily laughed and reached over and pulled a lady bug out of his hair. "I don't know, McGonagall looks good for someone her age. And be nice, for some reason, she's always had a soft spot for you."

"That's because I'm her best student." He said proudly. "I got a hundred and twelve percent on the final examination."

Lily frowned at him a bit.

"What?"

"So you're the one who threw off the curve…I know a lot of people who are not very happy with you."

"What can I say, I have a gift." He watched her as she let the ladybug crawl across her fingers.

James paused for a moment. "Humm." He thought out loud.

"What?" She asked curiously.

"I was just thinking. There's a room at the school that not many people know about. I bet it would turn into what you need."

"You're not making any sense." She said.

"Sorry, this room, it's called the Room of Requirements. It turns into what ever the person who's looking for it needs. I've hidden in there from Filch a few times. When he looked in, all he saw was an empty classroom with about an inch of undisturbed dust on the floor. Sirius used to take Emmeline there when they needed a place to…Study." He finished carefully.

"Uh huh," She said, not believing a word. She had to share a room with Emmy, and that girl loved to gossip. "But what does this room have to do with my dancing?"

"Well you see Love, it becomes whatever you need it to be. If you needed a place to dance it would probably turn into that studio thing you were telling me about."

Lily thought for a moment. "Really?"

"Yeah. I don't know if it would have a teacher or anything. We don't think it makes people. Wormtail tried every night for a month trying to find a date for the Halloween dance in there. You saw how well that turned out."

Lily winced a little at the memory. It had been sad. He sat in the back with Moaning Myrtle almost the entire evening. They hadn't gone together, thank Merlin. However after Myrtle had grown bored of harassing anyone who looked like they were having a good time, she had become quite taken with Peter.

"Well, you did nothing to help, I'm sure." She said.

"Of course not!" He sounded like she had said the most ridiculous thing in the world. "He was on a date with a ghost! Remus has the pictures somewhere."

Lily rolled her eyes.

"Hey, he would have done the same to one of us. Were not mean to one another just to be mean, we do it because we care. You can bet he's going to be practicing his charm work extra hard this year." He said seriously. "He's going to have that blow up doll coming to life in time for the Seventh Year Ball, you'll see."

Lily fell over laughing. "That's sick James."

"Hey, I'm not judging. Flexi Lexi has the potential to be a very sweet girl. A bit of an air head but…" He grinned as she batted his arm, giggling.

"Be nice to poor Peter." She scolded.

"Hey, no ones nicer to Peter than we are. He's one of my best mates. He's just what my mum calls a, 'late bloomer'" He laid back on his elbow, looking up at her. "He's just had it rough. His dad took off when he was younger. He doesn't see him much."

Lily nodded, still smiling at him.

They had been at Judge Hawthorne's home for four days now. They had yet to meet the Judge yet, besides a brief encounter at the train station. He was coming in from the city tonight though.

As far as Lily was concerned, these past four days had been some of the best in her life. That was probably because she was falling more and more in love with James each day. At first she had tried to stop it, but it just felt right. She had even thought about cheating a little and using her wand to make sure he hadn't finally resorted to doping her with a love potion. Her roommates all had a pool going on when he would.

She had a feeling that wasn't the case though. James had claimed he didn't need a love potion. He was just simply irresistible. Ha!

"Oh. I got a letter from my mum." She said, trying to sound casual.

"A letter or an Owl?" He teased suspiciously.

"She sent it, not me." She said in defense. "You're one to talk. I see Moe coming and going all the time."

"Their sending him, not me." He said innocently.

"I'm sure…Petunia's wedding is on the 25th." The forced casualness of her voice was back. "That's a few days after we get done with the project."

"We go home on the twentieth, right?" He asked, eyeing her curiously.

"The twenty-first."

"Right."

"But, well, my mum was wondering if I was bringing someone. They're making the seating chart."

"Oh?" He was trying to hide a smile now.

Lily huffed, that prat was going to make her ask him. She rolled her eyes. "Do you want to go to Petunias wedding with me?"

"I'll have to check my calendar…make sure I don't have any dates planned."

Lily pushed his arm, knocking him over on his back making him laugh more than he already was.

"You're quite pushy you know. They're taking that quite seriously these days." He put his arms behind his head as he closed his eyes against the sun.

"What? Are you going to tell your friends your girlfriend is beating you up?" Her eyes got wide when she realized she said the "G" word. They hadn't actually determined what they were yet.

James opened his eyes and looked up at her, squinting. "I suppose they would take the mickey out of me for that."

She nodded, her smile returning quickly. "So…Do you want to go or not?"

"Only if you admit to Lavinia you're my girlfriend next time she calls."

"Never mind then." She said quickly.

"Ahh, come on Evans. You're going to have to admit defeat sooner or later. All my friends know." He smirked. "They think you fell on your head getting off the train, but they still know. So, you tell Lavinia, and I'll go to the wedding with you."

"Maybe I don't want you to go now."

"Oh, you want me to go. You're dying to show me off."

"Ha!" She laughed, as she lay down on her elbow facing him.

"I'm quite the catch." He leaned in playfully. "Just think, you can show up with me, show me off to all of your sisters friends, while she marries Mr. Piggy."

"Now tell me; do your friends have to help you get your broomstick off the ground, or have you found a way to charm it into holding up your gigantic head?"

"A little bit of both."

"Ok. Just wondering."

She couldn't help but just smile at him. Her face hurt from all of the smiling she had been doing lately. He just had that effect on her. She had never felt as comfortable and safe as she did with James.

There was just that tiny problem that she had sworn she would never date him, even if he was the last person, wizard or muggle, on earth. She was pretty sure at one point a goblin or troll had been put ahead of him, but she was just being dramatic there. Her friends were going to have a heyday with this. And she really didn't care.

She had fallen in love with him.

"We should get in good with the Judge. That way we can come back next summer." He said, out of the blue.

"We'll be out of school then."

"I know. But its nice here, it would be a nice place to visit."

"Yeah. It would be. " She was positively ecstatic inside, with him mentioning the possibility of them still being a 'We' next summer. She liked that idea, very much.

She thought for a moment. "What are you planning to do when you leave school?" She was shocked at herself for not thinking to ask this sooner.

"I'm hoping to get into the Auror training program."

"No your not."

"Um…yes I am." He said, looking puzzled.

"You can't!" She said, looking horrified.

"Of course I can, McGonagall said as long as I stay out of serious trouble and do well on my NEWTS I have a really good shot at getting in."

"No, I mean, you can't! Be an Auror…they," She hesitated. "They get killed."

James's face lost the defensiveness it had been wearing moments earlier.

"I don't want you to get killed." She said softly.

"I'm not going to get killed." He said, trying to sound reassuring.

"Well of course you think that. No one goes in saying: Well, I'm going to be the first one to get snuffed." She pointed out.

"Lily."

"No! I'm putting my foot down. I'm your girlfriend now. You keep going on about how it's going to be 'we' later on…and I really like how that sounds and if you get killed its not going to happen, so, no. You're not going to." She finished, trying to sound convinced that he would actually listen.

"Lily." He looked a little amused, but more than anything, surprised. "It's not that dangerous. I've met lots of Aurors' though my dad. They all love their job. They've never had any problems. Most of the time they sit around their headquarters playing cards."

Lily didn't believe a word of that. He reached over and began running his fingers though her hair.

That wasn't fair. He knew she couldn't be angry at him when he was doing that.

"Lily." He coaxed. Trying to get a smile out of her.

"Stop saying my name like that."

"First I don't say it enough, now I'm saying it to much." He grinned at her. "You're the most fickle person I know."

"And you're the most irritating person I know." She smirked. "It's why we work. By the time I decide you're annoying me again, something comes along and changes my mind."

"Well then I'll have to be careful to get on your nerves more often. What do you want to do when we get out of school?" He asked.

"I don't know yet, charms, I think. It's what I'm best at."

"You would do well in it."

"Thanks. I just…I can't make up my mind."

"Told you, fickle." He dodged her hand this time. "If it makes you feel better, you have it more figured out than Sirius."

"Why, what is he planning?"

James chuckled, "He is waiting, with baited breath, to come into his inheritance. He's then banking on Regulus not having any kids and biting it first. Then, as the last Black in the line he plans to squander the family fortune, destroy the name and all it stands for, possibly burn down their house, I don't know how serious he was about that one…he wasn't exactly sober when he added it to the list. Then before he croaks he plans to leave whatever is left to a random house elf or possibly a cat."

"A cat?"

"Cats really like him, which is ironic, considering he's a…not a cat person." He finished quickly. "But yeah, that's his whole life plan."

"He doesn't want to get married, have kids?"

"Only illegitimate ones."

"Lovely."

James smiled a little. "No one buys it but…we let him talk. Er, what about you? Do you want all that, marriage, kids?"

Lily's smiled began to mirror his. He sounded, hopeful. "Yeah, I do. I think it would be nice, to have that."

"Yeah, me too." He said as he stared into her eyes. He reached his arm over around her waist and pulled her closer to him and kissed her softly.

Lily felt that wonderful fluttery feeling James never failed to bring out. Yes, she was way past falling. She was completely in love with James Potter.

"Psst! James!"

James looked around, trying to find the voice as he was finishing up changing.

"James, the mirror, you idiot." He saw now that the voice was coming from his trunk.

James hurried over and rifled though the mess within until he pulled out an old, hand held mirror.

"Hey." He said, grinning.

Sirius's face was staring back at him through the tarnished glass.

"Hay is for Hippogriffs. I'm outside, come down."

Lily was walking out onto the porch to pick up the towel she had left drying when she heard raised voices around the corner.

"Look, I get it; you're having a grand old time playing house with Lily. And I know you only have a limited amount of blood which isn't exactly going to your brain when she's around, but you know the Marauders first rule. You might want to gain back control of your brain and think about it."

It was Sirius's voice, she was sure of it. He didn't sound pleased.

"I can't use magic."

"Fuck the stupid project James. Remus needs you."

"No, you need me there so you can keep him under control and go out."

"I've never heard you complaining about that before; Prongs." Sirius said coolly, "You know it's easier for him if were there when he transforms. He tears him self to pieces if we aren't." Lily heard him pause. "Lily's been decent to you for all of, what, four days? Moony's been your friend for six years!"

"Keep your voice down! Lily's windows right up there." James said, sounding distressed.

"See, all you can think about is Lily."

"I just don't think he would appreciate you announcing his condition to the whole bloody world." Now James paused. "Fine, I'll be there, but I can't leave until after we have dinner with the muggle whose letting us stay here, it will bring up too many questions, mostly from Lily. And I'm not lying to her; I'm not going to screw this up."

"What Lily doesn't know, won't hurt her. Just be there James, I mean it."

She heard the distinct sound of someone disapperating.

She slipped back inside, feeling guilty for eavesdropping. She had obviously heard something she was not supposed to.

She ducked into the kitchen and waited until she heard James's feet stomping up the stairs.

Condition?

Transforms?

Tears himself apart?

Moony?

Lily heard his door slam shut and slipped out of the room. As she did, she glanced out the large window. The sun was going down and the moon was already in the sky.

The full moon.

Lily stared at it as it dawned on her how Remus left school once a month to help his mother with her mysterious illness.

He couldn't possibly be…and what could James and Sirius be going…Marauders moonlit stroll.

That's what his mother had written in her letter.

If you boys are taking him out…

No, it's ridiculous. Remus couldn't be a werewolf, and James and Sirius most definitely wouldn't be taking him out. It's suicide.

Not even Sirius is that stupid. She hoped.

"Do you want to go for a walk after dinner?" Lily asked as casually as she could as they walked down to the dining room.

She watched as James thought quickly.

"Oh, er, I'm actually a little tired; I was going to call it an early night." He said, not looking at her.

"Oh." She looked hurt that he would flat out lie to her. She probably deserved it for trying to put him on the spot but, he lied to her. "Fine."

Lily smoothed out her skirt as they sat down at an elegant dining room table. James leaned over. "So, we finally get to meet the elusive Judge."

Lily nodded.

"Are you ok?" He asked as he looked at her, hoping to see the problem written on her forehead.

"I guess I'm just tired too."

"Yeah. I think it was all that sun today."

"That's probably it."

They both stood up as a formidable looking man walked in. He looked like what Lily would always imagine a Judge to look like. He had graying hair, a thick mustache and beard, and thin, frameless glasses that pressed in too tight on his nose.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, Miss Evans," He said as he shook their hands. "I'm sorry for not being here when you arrived. I'm afraid I don't spend nearly enough time at home these days."

"Thank you for having us Sir. Your home is lovely." Lily said politely.

"Oh, thank you." He said as they sat down. "So, how have you two been adapting to muggle living?"

James chuckled a little bit. "It's had its ups and downs. If you don't mind me asking, how did you find out about…this?"

"My late wife was a witch. Through her I began helping out other wizards who needed to do business in the Muggle world, as you call it. Whether it be legal advice or just help in contacting people."

"I think that's wonderful, trying to promote camaraderie between Wizards and Muggles." Lily said sweetly.

"Yes, well, it's something like that." He said, not looking at her. "Potter…I've heard that name mentioned a few times, what's your fathers name?"

"Harrison." James answered simply.

"Ahh, yes. Harrison Potter, now, is he a business man?"

"No, He works at the Ministry of Magic."

"Really, I know a few men there, which department?"

"The Centaur Liaison Department," James said happily. "Dad's nearly second in command there now."

"He's not the department head?" The Judge asked, sounding a little too curious for James's taste.

"Oh, no. He's always liked to focus more on doing work in the field than dealing with all of the politicking that it takes to get to the top."

"Something you haven't inherited. Your professor said you were just named Head Boy."

James went red and looked at Lily, whose jaw had dropped in an almost comical way.

"Er…yeah." He said, refusing to meet her eye. He might have forgotten, or just neglected, to tell her about that.

"Well that's something to be proud of." He said. "I have a number of useful contacts inside the ministry. It wouldn't be a problem to set you up a meeting with one of them. Get a head start on the job hunt."

"Oh, thank you but…I still haven't decided what I'm going to go for. I may try my hand at Quidditch." James glanced over at Lily, who was staring at him strangely. "Or just travel for a bit."

"Well that's the luxury of being young."

James nodded and looked relived when the house keeper brought the food in.

"What was that?" Lily asked him when they made their way up to their rooms.

"I don't like him."

"He was nothing but nice to us James. He even offered you help."

"Didn't you see how he kept asking about my dad, where he worked, how high up he was?" James explained.

"He was being polite. It's normal for people to ask what your parents do. It's called making conversation."

"He didn't ask about your." He pointed out.

Lily rolled her eyes. "You really are paranoid James."

"I'm not paranoid, I'm careful. You don't know how bad it is out there."

"Were you ever going to tell me?" She cut in.

"What?"

"Were You Going To Tell Me." She said slowly, as if explaining it to a small child, which sometimes she felt wasn't too far off with James.

"Oh. That." He said, now looking a little sheepish.

"Yes, that."

"I didn't want to make a big deal about it."

"But it is a big deal…you even let me rattle on about who I thought was going to be named Head Boy. You didn't say a word."

"You never said my name." He said quietly.

"What?" She asked.

"You Never Said My Name." He mimicked what she had said earlier. "You never thought I would get it…My own mother wrote the headmaster to make sure it wasn't a prank. Apparently, I don't deserve it so…I haven't really been up for much celebrating."

Lily reddened a bit. "James…I,"

"Don't worry about it," He said quickly, cutting her off. "Look, I'm really tired, I'm going to bed."

"Oh, alright," She said, looking sad. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, not looking her in the eye, and started down the hall towards his room.

"James?"

He turned around and she smiled a little, but it wasn't a happy smile.

"The only reason you weren't on that list, is because I thought you would have told me if you had been." She hesitated a little. "I'm really proud of you though. I always thought you should have been a Prefect, you deserved this."

"Thanks." He said, looking a strong mix of embarrassment and pride. He walked back over and gave her a soft kiss. "I'll see you in the morning."

She watched as he walked back to his room and closed the door. She turned and walked into her own room and sat down in the window seat, feeling confused.

Things had gone so well today, they always did so well when it was just the two of them. Then there was James's insane performance at the dinner table. With everything happening in their world it was smart to be cautious. However James was taking that to a whole new level.

She glanced out the window and paused when she saw a dark figure walking quickly towards the tree line past the lake. The person was covered in a long dark traveling cloak, but one thing was unmistakable, the glowing red end of a cigarette.

She sat up a bit and watched, James and Sirius's conversation flooding her mind. She watched him pause, look around, and then in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

He had Disapperated.

Lily looked up at the night sky which was lit up by the full moon. It wasn't possible, was it?

A.N.: I'm sooo sorry it took so long to get this chapter out! I've been having horrible computer problems and a lot of the work I had done was erased. But not to fear, I have my trusty notebook with everything outlined pretty well, so this chapter is pretty close to what it was originally, thought I'm still not too happy with it. Please try to ignore any bad spelling/grammer mistakes, normaly I try to proof it three or four times but I really wanted to get it out. The rest will be better. Thank you for reading and please please review. All of the wonderful one's I've gotten are all that kept me from just throwing that notebook out the window and saying forget it.