A/N Hey guys!!! Second chapter basically introducing the Marauders and Lily's temper. Enjoy!! XXX

Disclaimer: Once again, NO, I DO NOT ANYTHING!!! JK HAS IT ALL!!! (Except Summer. She's mine. Hehe.)

You remember me telling you that I was friendly with most people? Yeah, well I forgot to tell you who I wasn't friendly with. And that is James Potter. Let me tell you about Potter. Potter is an egoistic, arrogant, selfish, big-headed, conceited, stuck-up, condescending PRAT that ever walked on the earth. Even worse is the fact that all the girls, except Summer and me, swoons at the sight of him. Oh, and he is constantly running his hand though his bloody hair, trying to make it look like he just got of his broom, to impress the girls. Basically, Potter is an arsehole. I hate him. Him and his friends the 'Marauders' think the rule the school with their childish pranks, stupid games and not to mention the fact that they hex random people in the corridor just because they can.

But you know what the most annoying thing about him is? The fact that he keeps asking me out. He doesn't stop. I bet his first thought when he wakes up is, 'Oh I've got to ask Lily out. The last time I did that was ages ago. It was last night before she went to bed! Maybe she'll have changed her mind in her sleep!!' But what annoys me more is the fact that he doesn't even properly like me. He just asks me out because I'm the only one that has refused the 'Great James Potter' and hasn't fallen for the 'Potter Charm'.

As well as Potter, the Marauders consist of Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. Black is almost exactly like Potter, expect maybe quite not as big-headed. But trust me; he is so definitely the most annoying of the group. He can't sit through one lesson without some sort of idiotic comment coming out of his mouth. Like Potter, every girl in our school, with the exception of me and Summer, fancies him. He had dark hair and dark eyes, and a handsome face. But like I said, I am one of the girls immune to Black, and I hope to stay like it.

Remus is the nicest of the group. He has sandy brown hair which flops across his forehead and blue eyes. Honestly, I don't know why he hangs around with the other idiots. He's a bit of a bookworm, as well as shy. He was made Gryffindor Prefect in fifth year; I think Dumbledore had some mad idea that Remus could control Black and Potter; as if. No one could control those lunatics.

Now, what can I say about Peter Pettigrew. Not much really, except I don't see why Potter and Black let him hang around with them. He is short and fat and always smells like cheese. And not in a good way. He's a bit creep too. He always stares at people (especially girls). And he's completely fascinated with Potter. I bet Potter just likes the attention. Maybe Peter has a crush on him …

But back to now.

"Potter." I said, not turning around.

"Have a good summer Lily?" he said, and then without waiting for an answer, "Listen I wanted to ask you something …"

Then I turned around.

"One; no I WILL NOT GO OUT WITH YOU!!! Two; NEVER call me your Lily flower EVER AGAIN and three; … wait, there isn't a three. No, yes there is; GET LOST!!!!!"

And with that I turned on my heel and marched onto the train with Summer, hearing Black in the background say,

"Wow. She's good, mate."

Summer and I found a compartment and collapsed into the seats.

"I hate Potter." I said.

"Me too." Summer said. "And Black."

"Yeah. I'm relieved we've managed not to murder them for six years." I said. "Well, not relived too much." I added when I saw Summer's expression. We laughed then sat in silence for a minute, thinking about how much we hated Potter and Black. Well, I was at least.

The train started moving and with a jolt I realised this would be the last time I would do this. I stared out the window at the trees whizzing by, and then remembered …

"SHIT!!!!!!" I said, leaping up out of my seat.

"What?? What??!!??" Summer said jumping out of hers too.

"Shit, shit, shit" I muttered under my breath whilst grabbing my badge and pinning it on my shirt.

"WHAT?!?!?!?!?" Summer yelled at me.

"I WAS SUPPOSED TO MEET THE NEW HEAD BOY APPROXIMTELY TWO MINUTES AGO!!!!!!!!!"

"OK!! IS THAT ALL???"

"YES AND WHY ARE WE YELLING???"

"I DON'T KNOW!!"

Running out of the compartment, I headed down to carriage one, hoping that the new Head Boy had forgotten too. I sprinted down the compartments, dodging the lunch trolley and the teenagers spilling out into the corridors. I stopped at compartment number two, as it wouldn't look so good if the Head Girl ran in screaming 'I'm here!! I'm here!!!' with her face all flushed like mine probably was.

I ran my fingers through my hair and breathed out heavily so now I wasn't panting like a dog that was in desperate need of water.

Walking over to the door I grasped the handle, and thrust open the door to see a young man with messy black hair that was falling into hazel eyes, smirking at me.

"What the hell are you doing in here, Potter??" I asked, trying very hard to keep the anger out of my voice. "This room is for Head's only."

He didn't say anything; just kept his dead-annoying, trademark smirk on his face and pointed to his chest.

There, in all its glory was a shiny badge like mine except with 'Boy' written on it instead of 'Girl'.

James Potter was Head Boy.

No, there was something wrong with that sentence. The words 'Potter' and 'Head Boy' should NOT under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES be used in the same sentence. I looked at the badge again. 'Head Boy'. This could not be happening.

"You are not Head Boy." I said, shaking my head. "No way. Wait, who did you nick it off???"

"Huh?" He said, his smirk now vanishing.

I narrowed my eyes.

"I said who did you nick the badge off?" I said, trying once again to be ever so calm.

"Lilykins, I didn't nick the badge. Dumbledore made me Head Boy. He finally saw through all the cheekiness, and saw the kind, fair, genius…"

Oh stuff calmness, this has gone too far.

"POTTER, WHO DID YOU NICK THE BLOODY BADGE OFF????"

He just stood there for a moment. He actually looked scared. Hah! Serves him right, the thief.

"Erm Evans, I really did make Head Boy."

What? What?? WHAT??? He actually made HEAD BOY??????? IS DUMBLEDORE MENTAL????????????????????

I only stared at him. I think I might have looked like a fish, with my mouth hanging open. He had his hands in his pockets, obviously uncomfortable in the situation.

"C'mon, prefects meeting." I said gruffly, marching out of the compartment.

James Potter. Head Boy. Me. Share a Common Room. Him. This cannot be happening. I cannot share a Common Room with HIM.

After the prefects meeting, Potter winked at me and walked off to his compartment. I went back to my compartment, and stormed in slamming the door behind me.

"You'll never guess who's Head Boy."

I looked around realising that Summer had invited two of the Gryffindor girls into out compartment. I didn't mind; she probably would have got lonely sitting by herself. Besides, I liked the two girls. They were Alice Parker and Gabriella Morgan.

Summer looked round at me. I guess she could tell by the look on my face that I was angry, as when she asked who it was she asked it as tentatively as possible.

"James Potter."

"No way. You have got to be kidding me." Summer said, astonished.

"Nope. BLOODY JAMES POTTER IS FREAKING HEAD BOY!!!" I screamed.

I think I'm going insane. So apparently did Alice and Gabriella. But Summer had leapt up from her seat, like she had done when I was late, and started pacing the floor. I joined her and so we stopped and looked at each other in dread.

"I have to share a common room with him."

"You won't survive. We cannot let this happen. I'll kidnap you and take you away in the middle of the night!!"

"What was Dumbledore thinking making James Potter of all people, Head Boy???"

"I know!! What planet was he on???" A voice from the doorway said.

Summer and I turned to see the Marauders standing in the doorway.

"He's going to ruin all our fun!!" Black complained.

"Shut up Padfoot. You're just jealous." Potter said.

"Jealous, my arse!!!! I don't want to be Head Boy." Black retorted.

"Yes you do."

"No I don't."

"Do."

"Don't"

"Do."

"Don't"

"Do.

Summer and I looked at each other, frowning.

"OUT!!!" We both yelled. "OUT!!! GET OUT!!!"

"Whoa, calm down ladies." Potter said, smirking. "I just came by to see how my little Lilyflower is."

"Yeah, and we came by because Prongsie here, normally gets hexed so we decided to bring back-up." Black added.

"And this time is no exception." I said, and immediately fired a Jelly-Legs hex at the middle of all four of them so they jumped back, and Summer ran up and slammed the door shut. We sat against the back of it, and sighed.

"I hate them both." We said in unison.

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