I meant to update yesterday, and so I apologize. I'm going to try to keep a schedule on this story, updating every Saturday. Anyways, ENJOY!

Bloody effing James Potter. His head is still insanely large. If anything, it's gotten larger! How is that possible?

Much as I would like to put that traumatic episode behind me – you know, the whole 'having drunken sex with James Potter who used to stalk me and who I totally hate' thing – Claudia is being an amazing best friend and won't let me forget it! Gotta love her, I suppose.

Except sometimes what I want is nothing more than to kill her. This is her bloody fault. I said I didn't want to go to a stupid Marauder party. I told her that, didn't I?

Yes. Yes I did. Repetitively, I might add.

"All right there, Lily?" I look up and come face to face with the hottest Healer at St Mungo's. Oh, he's just so pretty. Light brown hair that's streaked with blonde in some areas, eyes that are the clearest blue I have ever seen in the world – 'cause you know, I travel the world on a regular basis.

Then I realize that he's still waiting for an answer of some sort. He's looking at me expectantly, smiling slightly. Dear Merlin, even his smile is gorgeous!

"Just contemplating ways to murder my best friend," I say casually. And then he laughs. He laughs! At something I said! This might be a good day.

"I'm Luke," he says, sticking his hand out. I reach up and grasp it – it's warm and kind of calloused in places.

"I'm Lily."

He laughs. "Yeah, I gathered." He pointed to the locker I had been leaning against, which said up at the top Evans, Lily. I laugh as well.

We make small talk for a few minutes, before I realize I'm almost late for my shift. As my shitty luck would have it, he's finishing up his shift, and so I will have to settle for possibly flirting with him tomorrow.

My rounds seem to go really slowly today – nothing is happening whatsoever. No strange cases of people with their heads half the normal size, or others who have gotten a nasty infected bite off a flobberworm. NOTHING! I am so bored!

Finally it's ten-thirty and I can go back to my flat. I always have the strangest work hours. Either I start at some ungodly hour or I end at one. No nine to five for me, no siree. And so as a result, my sleeping schedule is extremely strange – I rarely fall asleep before midnight, and sometimes don't wake up until noon or later.

Don't get me wrong, I love my job, but because of it, I have zero social life. I'm pretty used to this by now, but I haven't had a boyfriend in about a year and I haven't been laid in about that long as well.

Oh, wait, that's wrong. I got laid a few nights ago. I guess it's better than nothing. Would be nice if I could remember it though.

My erstwhile best friend, also known as Claudia, Apparates into my flat with a small pop. She is a reporter for the Daily Prophet, and so her hours are almost as bizarre as mine.

"Now," she says, making herself comfortable on my couch, "spill."

At my blank look, she rolls her eyes and continues, "James Potter. You. Sex. Ringing any bells?"

My blank look becomes a glare of death but, extremely used to them, she doesn't flinch.

"There's nothing to spill. I was so wasted I don't even remember anything other than showing up at the party." Claudia arches an eyebrow.

"Lily, how can you have sex with James Potter and not remember it? All the girls in our dorm said he was very memorable."

I mime gagging into my potted plant.

"I cannot believe that you of all people are now the only girl from our dorm to not have had sex with James Potter."

She flicks her dark hair over her shoulder, and replies breezily, "That's because I would never do something to endanger my relationship with Siri." At the nickname, I really do almost vomit. They fight like dragons and…well, other dragons…but when they aren't fighting, they are so sickeningly cute that it will make you dive for the nearest trash can to empty your lunch into.

Thankfully, she doesn't live with me, so I don't have to listen to the pair of them shag – neither of them is very quiet, as I found out walking by the Astronomy Tower one night during patrols. I was scarred for life.

She leaves soon after and I attempt to go to sleep at a somewhat normal time, but no such luck.

My work hours only get weirder after that week, and they seem to coincide with a dip in my health. There has been a strain of Muggle flu going around that even affects wizards and so I suspect my body is attempting to fight it off. It's wearing me the fuck out.

But at the same time, Luke (whose last name I've learned is Helling – Lily Helling sounds good, don't you think?) has wound up with some of the same wacky shifts I have, so we've done rounds together a few times. Somehow, he always ends up with the really interesting, hilarious cases, whereas I get the normal ones – well, as normal as it can get when you work in a magical hospital.

And to top it off, he asked me out for coffee!

That date was going really well until…cue the music that cues the arrival of the evil person in a movie.

Potter showed up.

Apparently the little restaurant/pub we went to is something of a regular haunt of his. Isn't that just peachy?

And, being the wonderfully nice, charming guy that he is, he just had to stop by and say hello.

Did I mention that he also told Luke that I slept with him not three and a half weeks ago? He conveniently left out the part where we were both hammered. So of course, I'm sitting there absolutely furious, Luke is just so uncomfortable – poor thing – and Potter is smiling and leaves with a cheery wave, as if he has no idea of the embarrassment he just caused.

As if.

"Look," I say frantically the second Potter leaves, "it's not like that, ok? I went to a housewarming party at his new flat because his best mate is dating my best mate – well, sort of – and they spiked some of the drinks, and I was really, really drunk and-" I stop there, praying it doesn't sound like I regularly go out and get drunk and sleep with guys I used to go to school with.

Luke smiles, and I relax.

"It's okay, Lily. I don't think of you in a bad way now. It happens to all of us, right?"

Umm…sure? Needless to say, I was not expecting that. I nod, unsure of what to say. If I was him, I would totally be judging me, and I certainly would not have asked me out for dinner. Because that's what he did: asked me out for dinner!

We went to this Greek place in Yorkshire (ah, the wonders of having magic – you can eat dinner anywhere you like), and the food was absolutely delicious! Luke got these sesame roll things (I'm not sure exactly what they were called), and he says they taste like baked air. I tried one and thought it was absolutely amazing, but hey, everyone has different tastes.

Claudia can't believe it – not that he asked me out, but that I went.

"Claudia," I say, "If you had seen this guy, you would have dumped Sirius in a heartbeat." Her eyes grow round.

"And you say he's a sweetheart?"

I nod, unable to keep the grin off my face.

She whistles. "Damn girl, hold onto him."

I laugh, "I'll do my best."

Luke and I go out a few more times this month – always somewhere different. He even takes me to this Japanese restaurant and makes me try sushi. I admit, I was a little squeamish about it at first, but it actually tastes very good.

But when it comes back up the next morning, it doesn't taste so good. I decide then and there that no matter what, I am never eating sushi again, even if it was delicious the night before.

Even after I throw up I still feel like crap, completely exhausted, and with a massive headache. Reluctantly, I send my owl Hydra to St Mungo's with a note saying that I'm sick and won't be in to work today. Unfortunately, this also means not seeing Luke today – although I don't put that in the note, as that would be extremely embarrassing.

Around seven, my doorbell rings, and I answer it, feeling better than I have all day. It's Luke, with chicken soup and bread and a novel. He's amazing, I tell you. We've only known each other for a few weeks, and been on two or three dates (sort of), and the guy is bringing me chicken soup when I'm sick.

We are getting comfortable on the couch, me with my chicken soup, and he with his novel, when I hear two pops. One is Claudia Apparating in. The other is Sirius Apparating in.

With James Potter.

WHAT?

It's bad enough I have to put up with him because our best friends are dating, but they are bringing him to my flat without my permission?

He doesn't seem to care that's he's just ruined my evening. In fact, he's looking around my flat in an interested sort of way – probably because at Hogwarts all he dreamed about was getting into my room or into my knickers. Or both at the same time.

But then his eyes land on me and Luke sitting on the couch with my feet in his lap, and his eyes narrow behind his glasses.

"Lily…who's your friend?"

That would be Claudia, not ever afraid to flirt in front of Sirius because it 'keeps him interested'.

"This is Luke Helling. We work together at St. Mungo's."

Luke stands slowly and stretches his hand out towards Claudia, who shakes it and flashes him a flirty smile. Not only am I getting jealous, I can tell Sirius wants nothing more than to curse this guy right out my front door. I will flatter myself and say it is because he's very protective of me, but the way his arm wraps around Claudia's waist suggests otherwise.

"I'm Claudia Davis, this is Sirius Black, and that's James Potter." She giggles a little, and catches my eye. I give her a 'back the fuck off' look, and she immediately stops. "It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you as well," although the look on his face says otherwise as he glances from Potter to Sirius and back again.

Frankly, I'm surprised Potter can see, his eyes are so narrow.

"What are you doing here?" He asks rudely. As if it's his business who I'm with and who's in my flat. I shoot him a look that says as much, but he ignores it and continues to glare at Luke.

"Umm…Lily was sick today and couldn't come to work, so I brought her some chicken soup," he replies, clearly nervous. Poor thing. Potter just rolls his eyes, but doesn't say anything. Claudia, however, is glancing from Potter to Luke to me and smiling almost evilly. It's never good when she gets that look, trust me.

"Guys, could you go? Lils and I need to talk."

Ooh, definitely not good. She only kicks hot guys (and I suppose Potter would have to be included in that group – only an idiot would suggest that he isn't fucking gorgeous) out of a place to talk to me when she has some kind of intuition thing going on – and her intuition is usually right. And that never ends well for me.

All the guys nod silently, each of them darting glances at each other. Sirius kisses Claudia and leaves, Disapparating with a pop. Luke looks about to leave, and so I stand to say good-bye to him. I guess I stand up too fast, because I get really light-headed and my vision darkens and gets spotty for a minute. I sway, and Luke reaches for me, holding my hand and upper arm until he steadies me.

"You okay?"

"Yeah I think so – just a head rush." I smile up at him and he smiles back. Our faces inch closer to each other, and we're centimeters apart when a throat clears in the background. We break away from each other – I'm disappointed as hell – and look around. Claudia is looking at Potter, slightly concerned. Potter, meanwhile, is looking at me and Luke and judging by the look on his face, he is coming up with ways to disembowel Luke.

And really, what is his problem? He's made it perfectly clear that he doesn't like me, and so I don't understand why he's got a stick up his ass right now.

"Bye Lily," Luke mutters, giving me a quick hug and Disapparating after throwing a nervous glance at Potter.

Once Luke has left, Potter relaxes quite a bit and his eyes, which I hadn't noticed had darkened, slowly change back to their normal light hazel.

"I'll see you later, Lily," he says lightly – and then he smiles at me. I blink, and he's gone.

"What was that?" I ask Claudia, spinning to face her. She's just standing there smirking in that way she knows infuriates the hell out of me. Sometimes I wonder why I keep her as my best friend. There are more suitable candidates out there…somewhere.

"Oh Lily, for someone who was so smart in school, you are so oblivious now."

I really hate when she goes all cryptic on me like that. If I'm being oblivious, then I'm not going to realize what it is I'm oblivious to, because, as she said, I'm oblivious! Got that? Me either.

Seeing my blank look, she continues.

"Really Lily? You need me to spell it out for you?" When I simply arch my eyebrow, she sighs.

"James was jealous! He still has feelings for you!"

Wait, what? Is she kidding? The guy hates me! If he had any kind of feelings for me, wouldn't he have been happier at waking up next to me after we had drunken sex four and a half weeks ago? The suggestion is so preposterous that I burst into laughter, clutching my stomach while trying not to fall over.

"That…is so…ridiculous!" I manage to gasp. "He…hates…me! He never…had…feelings…for me! At…at school…that was…that was – Wait a second," I straighten, the laughter dying quickly. "Did you just call him James?"

I shouldn't even have had to ask the question. Even though she has dated Sirius for forever, she has always stood with me and called him 'Potter' never 'James'. But if she is calling him James now…that means she has defected to the Dark Side, and it is up to me to bring her back! She can't call him by his first name, she just can't! That's betrayal of the hugest degree!

Okay, so I tend to get a little overdramatic sometimes.

But still! She can't!

"Yes," she says impatiently. "He is Sirius's best friend in the entire world, and I thought it was time that we move past that teenage stuff – we are all mature adults here." I snort, thinking of two of the mature adults she is describing – they turned our hair pink in seventh year. All of three years ago. And Sirius put a fake exploding snake in my bed all of two weeks ago.

"Yeah, real mature."

"Trust me Lils – the guy likes you."

I'm starting to get woozy and so I'm also trying to ignore what she's saying.

"Lily? Are you okay?" Her voice is coming from farther and farther away, and I'm holding the back of the couch to keep myself steady.

Next thing I know, I'm looking at a pristine white ceiling, which I know for a fact isn't mine because mine is really damn disgusting. I mean seriously – it used to be white (I think), but it's grayish now, and I think there are stains on the kitchen ceiling!

But anyways.

Looking around, I spot Claudia sitting in a chair next to me, reading a magazine. Apparently I'm in St. Mungo's – this day just keeps getting better, I'm telling you.

"Oh, good Lily, you're awake," she says when she spots me, and she looks really damn relieved. Claudia can be the awesomest best friend in the world.

When she isn't infuriating, that is.

"I'll get the Healer."

A few moments later, a woman in a tight brown bun and a blindingly white coat – because everything in this damn hospital is freakishly white, trust me – enters and peers at me over her glasses.

"Well Miss Evans, I believe some congratulations are in order."

Congratulations for what? Claudia looks as mystified as me. Congratulations for not hitting my head? For surviving my fainting spell? I know enough about Muggle brain problems to know what could have happened had I hit my head in the exact wrong spot. So congratulations for being alive?

"You're pregnant."

Haha. Wait…

WHAT?

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