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September 9, 1977

Most people would say that Fridays are the best day of the week. Not I, now. Because the horrible person, you-know-who (not Voldemort, the other who) decided that he would make a move on me on patrol.

So we were just walking along and then bam! I was a sandwich with the wall and James-you-know-who.

I pushed Lovely Lady Lily into the wall because Sirius dared me to. But I wanted to do it anyways.

Then his lips came crashing down on my own. The only thought that formed in my head was, James Potter is snogging me and I am snogging him back.

The only thought in my head was that Lily wasn't killing me. She was snogging me. Literally.

Then, using the only option I saw at the time, I punched him in the gut.

I don't get why she punched me. Am I really that bad of a kisser? I wouldn't say so.

"Get away from me you git!" I yelled. "Don't do that again! We shouldn't do that."

He bowed his head and slipped away from me like water through my hands. Why did he always make me such a fool. Now he must think I hate him.

I don't though.

Lily

I wish...that Lily would fall into my arms. I wish I could save her from anything that would harm her. But I think she'd rather die than allow that to happen. I don't want her to be endangered at all. If she died I don't know what I would do.

Wishing a certain Miss Evans would fall for me,

James Potter.

"I think this might be hopeless," said Emma. "I mean we've tried what..."

"Seven ideas," commented Remus.

"Yea, seven...and they still aren't falling for each other," Emma continued. "Well, I guess Lily is getting there, and James is there, but what next?"

"Quidditch," muttered Jen from the window.

"What?" called most of the room.

"We try Quidditch," answered Jen, turning around to enlighten them all of her plan.

"And you grip the handle here," said Jen.

"I can't do it Jen!" exclaimed Lily.

"Fine," Jen muttered, sweeping Lily up onto her broom.

"Come on, just a little run around the pitch, James!" cried Sirius. "It'll be fun!"

"We could get the team to come," offered Remus.

"The Slytherins have the pitch today," James protested. Sirius and Remus exchanged looks.

"Well..." began Sirius.

"They don't," Remus said.

"We sort of booked it a few days ago," said Sirius.

James jumped up. "That's great!" he yelled, ran out of the room and to the pitch.

"What are we going to do with that seventeen-year-old-kid?" asked Remus.

"Oh Moony, you know you're the only mature one here!" retorted Sirius, as he raced out of the room after James.

"Oh right, what was I thinking, befriending these twits," muttered Remus, snapping his book closed and walking out of the dormitory after his two friends.

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