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We won! We actually won against Ravenclaw!

It was a pretty close game, but we pulled ahead in the end. Mason was so proud of us, but we definitely have things we need to improve on. For example, babying me, the beaters risked other teammates just so they could make sure no bludgers came within 15 feet of me. Also, the other two chasers wouldn't pass to me, even if I was wide open. After me practically ripping their heads off and going into full Lily rage mode, they decided to pass to me. Which worked well because I scored 5 times, it seemed the other team didn't really know how to defend a girl. (Much to my advantage)

Now it was time to go celebrate! Alice and I were getting ready for the Gryffindor house party up in our dorm. Currently, we were arguing over my appearance and wardrobe.

"Come on Lily, don't you want them to see you as more then just one of the guys?"

"Frankly, no. That would be so awkward. Plus there is no way I'd get caught in that!" I said motioning to the outfit Alice had laid out. It was a black tight (and very short) skirt, with a gold, white, and red Gryffindor tank top, paired with high red pumps.

"Lily pleaseee! For me!" Said my very persistent friend wearing a very revealing red dress. "I promise I'll never ask you to do anything else! You'll look so amazing! I won't give up, I hope you realize."

"Fine." I sighed.

Alice squealed, "Now, for your hair and makeup!"

After 30 minutes in the clutches of The Beauty Maniac From Hell, I was finally decent enough to be shown off to the rest of the universe. My hair was straightened, nails painted, and feet dying. So this is what it feels like to be a girl.

As I entered the Common Room, I felt my stomach drop. Was this too much, did I look ridiculous? I was about to turn back and flee this idiotic idea. But I felt a strong arm pulling me back in, "Wow Evans, you clean up nice!" Said James, dragging me to the center of the room.

I was so self-conscious, I just blushed and muttered "You too." There were some catcalls and McKight yelled "Hey Evans, how come you don't dress like this at practice, you look hot."

Finally, my numbness was wearing off and I was able to stick my tongue out at him. I turned away from James and said, "I'm going to find Alice." But I spotted her deep in a quite flirtatious conversation with Frank.

I sighed and walked over to the table with the drinks, and grabbed some butterbeer. I turned and found James had followed me.

"What do you want, Potter?"

"Right now I want you Lily." That was the first time he ever used my name, my eyes widened. The part that scared me was how it sounded good when he said it.

"Too-oo-oo bad," I stuttered, "I'm not for sale."

"What if I made a high bid?" He flirted.

"Not a chance." I said flatly, turning and walking anywhere that was un-potter infested.

Unfortunately, I moved into the midst of a circle of rowdy and slightly drunk older boys.

One grabbed me and pulled me under his arm, which smelled like terrible B.O. "Look what I got here, this little pretty bird. Wait hold it, you're on the team! Hey boys look, this one's on the Quidditch team!"

"Yeah you're the Evans bird!" one guy responded.

"This one's definitely mine!" an acne covered boy called.

"I noticed her first!" Protested the first boy who still had me locked under his arm. I tried struggling out. "Don't leave so soon, bird. Were just getting started.

He started walking to the back corner of the Common Room dragging me along, "My name's Trevor Drake." He slurred try to sound alluring. It instantly clicked in my mind. Trevor is the prat who has dated all the girls in his year and is now moving on to the lower grades. There have been some pretty nasty stories about him.

I felt my legs go weak; I did not want to be left alone with him. Panicking, I started scanning the room for help. No one seemed to notice an innocent red head being dragged away by Trevor Drake!

Alice was completely absorbed with Frank, all my other girlfriends were on the other side dancing, and my team was busy having a burping competition. Oh dear god.

Trevor pushed me up into the corner, "You are very pretty."

I gulped. He started moving closer. I closed my eyes and tried to edge away.

Suddenly there was someone next to Trevor, pulling him away. "He sorry man, but this one's mine." Said James Potter stepping between Trevor and I.

I clung on to his back and peered over at the fuming Trevor Drake.

"Whatever you say. Hey little lady," He said talking to me, "you know where to find me." Winking he stumbled off.

I let my breath out and leaned against the wall. "Thank you, really…thank you."

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yeah, I think so, just a little shaken up." I said pressing my hand to my temple. All my senses were on overdrive, and I was beginning to have a headache.

James gently put his arm around me; "Lets get you out of here." He said leading me out of the Common Room and into the cool quiet corridors of the castle.

After a while of just walking quietly, I said, "Never thought James Potter would be the one to save me from some pervert. I always thought he would be the pervert." I said jokingly.

He laughed, but then said; "You know I would never do that to you." He then added, "You're one of my teammates, plus I wouldn't do that to any girl!"

"Right." I said.

"I think Trevor Blake is disgusting." He said.

"You didn't have to smell him, I thought I was going to puke!" I exclaimed, we both laughed.

Without realizing it we had made it down to the kitchens, "Want a milkshake? I've charmed the house elves, they love me!" James boasted.

"Actually, a milkshake would be really nice!"

And he was right; the elves did love him. "Mister Potter, what would you like?" "We are at your service!" They kept offering food and squeaking so we decided to take our milkshakes to go.

We continued our walk around the school, talking about random things. We started talking about my family and me being friends with Severus.

"My family is completely clueless when it comes to magic; my sister thinks I'm a freak and needs to be locked up." I said. James looked at me sympathetically. "That's why Severus was my one link to the magical world and I learned as much as I could from him. Lately, I haven't talked to him, and I feel terrible but I just haven't had time. Plus, he's always with his creepy dark Slytherin friends."

I was sad thinking about how much Sev and I have grown apart, I mean he was the one who encouraged me to play Quidditch. I shivered, I had taken off my heels earlier because they were far too uncomfortable, and we had now reached the cold dungeons.

"Are you cold?" James asked.

"Just a bit, we should probably head back."

"Here." Said James slipping off his jacket and putting it on me, it was far too big but very warm and smelled delicious.

"Wow, I just realized how small you really are!" James laughed.

"Not to small too kick your arse at Quidditch!" I teased.

"You wish." He said smiling.

That night as I lay in bed, I thought, "When did James Potter grow up?"

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