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You guys have no idea how much I appreciate your reviews. Also, a fair warning to my readers, I may or may not be rewriting the first chapters of this story (or maybe even the whole story, depending on whether I have time or not) to make it longer and more interesting. If I do end up rewriting it, then that means you won't be getting new chapters, for a few weeks at least, but revised ones instead. However, I'll be sure to let you guys know what I plan to do.

CHAPTER 4: THE FIRST NIGHT

Lily and James had been waiting by the gargoyle for a few minutes when Dumbledore walked up to them.

"Ms. Evans, Mr. Potter, are you two ready for me to take you to your rooms?"

"Aren't we sleeping in the 7th year dorms?" Lily asked.

"No, you will sleep in the Head Dorm."

"You mean we will be sharing a room?" Lily asked slightly worried.

Dumbledore chuckled, "No, Ms. Evans, of course not. You will have your own rooms. You will, however, be sharing a common room and bathroom."

"We're sharing a bathroom?!" Lily blurted out. "Sorry," she mumbled.

"That's quit alright. Yes, you will be sharing a bathroom."

James remained silent; he already knew all of this. He and Lily followed Dumbledore. About ten minutes later, they stopped in front of a portrait of a young woman with long brown hair nursing her infant.

"Here we are," Dumbledore announced. "Is there something on your mind, Mr. Potter?" he asked James, who was looking at the picture and had become silent.

"It's just that- not to be rude or anything, but do you really think this painting is err- well... appropriate?"

It was not Dumbledore, but Lily, who responded.

"There are very few things in this world as beautiful as the bond created between a woman and her child through breast-feeding. And the only reason it would seem 'inappropriate' is because immature people make it out to be perverted."

"Very well put, Ms. Evans," said Dumbledore. "I couldn't have said it better myself."

"I agree with you both," said James, "My point was that there are people who would make it out to be perverted."

"That's their problem," Lily replied simply.

Dumbledore said the password and the portrait opened. Lily and James looked over and took in deep breaths. Stepping inside, they looked around. The room was beautiful. It was a little smaller than the Gryffindor Common Room. The walls were gold and red. There was a magnificent fireplace, a fire roaring within it. On the wall with the fireplace, there was door and two more on the left wall. There was a couch and a couple of chairs. Two desks were also in the room.

"Well, I'll let you two get settled in," Dumbledore said, snapping the two out of their trances. "That door," he pointed to the one by the fireplace, "is the bathroom, and those two are your rooms. The password is 'ginger snaps,'" he added, before leave the room.

James walked to his bedroom, while Lily crossed the room and opened the bathroom door. It was huge and all marble. There was a big bathtub with many different knobs. A shower was in the corner. There was also a sink and a toilet. One wall was a mirror. It was a very nice bathroom. A voice behind Lily made her jump.

"Wow," it was James.

"Yeah, wow," Lily said. She then remembered that she was going to be sharing this with James and turned to face him. "We will have a schedule for showers and stuff," she announced rather harshly.

"Okay," James said, taken back.

"I don't want you accidentally walking in while I'm taking a bath."

"OK, then, I'll walk in on purpose," James said, trying to lighten up the mood.

Instead, the only thing he did was make Lily even madder.

"Potter, you better not! It's bad enough that I have to share a common room and a bathroom with you; I don't need you cracking perverted jokes. That, by the way, are not funny!" she yelled.

"Hey, I didn't make them have us share a bathroom and common room. So, I suggest you pull that pole out of your ass and try to remember that you're not the only one here!" James yelled back, before going into his room and slamming the door.

Lily went to her own room. It, like the common room, was gold and red. It had a huge queen-sized bed. It also had a dresser and a bedside table. Her things were already in the room. She walked over to her trunk and started to unpack. When she was angry, she always had to do something. Half an hour later, she was unpacked and everything was in perfect order. She was still mad at James, but not as much. She didn't know what it was about him, but he could make her so mad sometimes. Lily left her room and walked into the bathroom. She turned on the water and stripped off her clothes. A warm bath would do her good. Sometime later, she wasn't exactly sure how much time had passed; she stepped out of the tub and wrapped a big white towel around her.

As she walked past James' room, she could hear a faint snoring. Back in her room, she looked at the clock. It was almost midnight. Lily dried off magically and put on her nightclothes. She climbed into bed and fell asleep within minutes.