Standard disclaimer applies.

Outside

Well that was mortifying.

We escaped the building without a hitch. Yet, on the way down the entrance staircase I had managed to trip over my own feet, tumble into James, and now we are an unceremonious heap on the ground. We are still wrapped in the invisibility cloak, and passersby merely step on us.

I am always the dysfunctional one causing trouble.

James pulled us up, and moved us to a private outskirt of the estate before removing the cloak.

His hair was completely tossed and the two top buttons on his shirt had come undone. While I stared, stupidly, he cleaned the lenses of his glasses and replaced them on his face.

"I'm so sorry. I have misfortunes like that all the time. I should have warned you." I dusted him off a bit.

He smiled at me.

Melting like the wicked witch of the west!

"I have a friend…I think…who does that sort of thing all the time. I am used to it, and life is never boring. I enjoy it." He winked at me. "What do you want to do today, little lady?"

I opened and closed my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I was a fish in headlights. Nevermind that fish normally don't leave water.

"What? You mean to tell me you don't do this sort of thing often? Well in that case, dinner in Paris it is." He said, self assured.

"Paris? We are in London. How do you expect us to get there? You don't have a broom hidden in your back pocket do you?"

James's face seemed to light up, then he said we a great big smile, "No."

"Then, what is your plan?" I was growing increasingly suspicious of the boy's level of sanity.

"Simply: Apparate." He shrugged his shoulders

I turned my head to the sky and said a silent prayer:

Dear Baby Merlin, I am sorry for anything I have ever done wrong, even though I do not know what I've done, which seems a bit unfair if it is going to be held against me. But that is how the universe works. I am not questioning your superioritosity. In the future, however, please grace my presence with greater intelligence.

Grassy arse.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten that you have to have been to the place you apparate to." I pointed out.

"And I have." He smiled proudly.

I forgot how much money the families of Hogwarts students have, especially the Potters.

I hung my head in defeat, and without another word he wrapped his arms around me, and we stood there a little too long to ensure that it was purely platonic.

With a crack, we were gone.

Paris

I couldn't believe it.

It was unbelievable, that's why.

We reappeared at the base of one of the legs of the Eiffel Tower, engulfed in trees and foliage. I could hear the rhythmic rain of a pond and or fountain nearby, and the soft whispers of people speaking in fluent French.

"We're almost there, but we need to make a change before we arrive." He quickly changed his casual attire into dress robes, then sized my own outfit up. "It's lovely, but a little too dressed down. Can you embellish it at all?"

He's either asking me to strip or to dress up. I haven't quite figured out which yet but I have a feeling I will like neither, and Potter will be left with sore feet after I demonstrate my angry flamenco dancing.

"What? Where are we going? Why do I need to change?"

"Listen, you'll understand in a minute, but can you transfigure some embellishments on that dress? We need black tie attire."

SOD! I have accidentally created one of the worst situations in my life. Well, out with it before I must endure more embarrassment.

"I can't transfigure to save my life! I'll most likely end up with a poodle head and a turtle shell on my back." I pleaded.

It's the truth, really!

"You can't be that bad."

"Yes I can." I glared at him for challenging my authority.

"It's scary isn't it?" He looked at me curiously and never continued.

Don't you just hate when people say something to peak your interest, but then never finish what they are saying and treat you like a complete fool when they are responsible for your ignorance?!

I waited for him to snap out of it until the infamous Evans patience ran out. "Go on."

"You remind me so much of someone I know. He is most certainly the clumsiest person I have ever met, and he is positively a troll at transfiguration." James said as if he hadn't said anything rude and derogatory at all.

Well, fine then. I'll just glomp about in my big Troll costume, grow warts on my face, make my skin purple and inflate my body until my head resembles a pygmie face on a wooly mammoth, and cause chaos and carnage…in my own dress…..

With out any help from him…..

It is a lovely picture. I myself am quite fond of wooly mammoths.

I got the mega hump and sulked.

"Don't take that the wrong way. I'll just do it for you." He pulled out his wand.

This is how desperate I am: I am letting a boy choose my clothing and put it on for me.

With my luck I will look like a pygmy, and I will be better looking like that than anything I could have created.

Before I could protest, my dress grew to floor length and became slightly sparkly. He cupped his chin in his hand, and scrutinized the outfit. He mumbled to himself, waved his wand, and the dress turned to black.

I am not sure if I should be disgusted or infatuated with his good taste in women's clothes. I scoffed, glowered, mumbled, and turned my nose up, but I was inwardly pleased with him.

We ladies can never tell boys though, unless you are the brave soul that wants to deal with an ego so big it swallows the world. God rest your soul. I don't think Voldemort is even that brave, then again it could be because he has the biggest bloody head in the world. Let me tell you, Potter is the next best match. I wouldn't be surprised if they had a face-off one day over it.

In the mean time….

With a strange familiarity to the last time, we apparated up to the second floor of the Eiffel Tower, and into Le Jules Verne.

All I am missing right now is a World War II flying helmet, goose-egg goggles. My eyes will suffice marvelously for the goggles at the moment, as they are probably so wide they engulfed my face at the moment.

Bloody rich kids.

I stared at James incredulously. "This is Le Jules Verne! It takes months to make reservations here. How you do expect us to get a table when we just walk in?!"

"You will see." Was all he said.

Upon approaching the host, the man's face instantly lit up at the sight of James. They spoke in French for a few minutes, which I could vaguely make out, before we were led to a table very close to a window and very high over Paris and the sunset.

We sat down, and I tried all kinds of methods of bladder control, including looking out the window and watching people snogging, and jogging, and flogging below….okay not flogging, but it rhymed.

James tried to make small talk as the wine was poured. As I reached for the glass, I seriously prayed that I did not have a beard growing under each arm. The orangutan gene takes no vacations.

I swirled the wine in the glass while trying desperately to muster an answer to his questions rather than the attractive English word: "Kneegh."

This is worse than when the deranged family comes 'round for Christmas dinner. I only ever make sounds such as "Kneegh" when Great Aunt Tessy pinches my cheeks. It usually is a sign of pain, discomfort, anger, murderous tendencies, or if you are on Tessy's side, it is your yearly Christening. Yes, it is renewable in my case because I am the child delinquent that refuses to conform to my mother's debutant expectations.

Family.

What would we do without them?

Have peace is what we would do!

Let's not even focus on grandmum. If I have to hear one more time what a little lady I WILLbecome I will not be responsible for my actions.

Mum, Grandmum, and Great Aunt Tessy all channel the same evil spirit.

I say a prayer for the males in my family. My father – who tends to ignore my mother and simply make jokes at her whenever she gets mad – keeps me sane. Too bad he travels on business so much. His brother, my uncle Bruce, is just like him. Unfortunately, he lives in Peru and occasionally sends rather exotic presents much to my mother's gray hairs and my delight. He once sent a llama as a 12th birthday present to me. Mum had a row and wanted to have it sent away. I was too attached to the poor thing so I set it loose into the forest behind the house. I still see it occasionally. The furry thing gets along just fine.

Where would a girl be without her llama?

James noticed I had begun to space out and reached across the table for my hand to gain my attention. I suppose he forgot or ignored the kneegh comment or else he could not possibly want to have contact or look at me. Who knows, he might even get the Lily disease.

He doesn't even know that's the name of the disease yet. That would require him to know my name.

"When will you tell me your name, little lady?"

I was startled not by the question but by the mere fact that that's exactly what I had been thinking about.

Damn! We are on the same brainwave.

My treacherous mind!

James took my silence as a sign to go on.

"I don't know how you do it, but you seem to know more about me than I do about you. Just for a second forget that I'm a Potter and forget all my dubious Marauder escapades and tell me if you could see me as someone you could trust and even like"

I almost dropped one of my fourteen forks. Truthfully I had understood his reasoning and had no trouble tracing his path of thought.

I stared at him.

"Don't look at me like I am crazy. I can tell you have thought about it too."

My mind has inwardly been fantasizing a scene like this happening, although there were slightly less people around and we weren't in Le Jules Verne (there was less money involved), but it was the same schizoo.

Bloody traitor.

I sighed knowing he was right.

"Before the end of the night, I want to know what you think, and if you'll have me."

"Okay….then."

We ate with light-hearted chatter, and I found myself spilling things more than James was, and for dessert James ordered a plate of chocolate chip cookies.

And I had been thinking about what he said the entire time and yes I have caught myself wishing I wasn't stuck in Lee's body at times when I wanted to have him and even thinking about how lucky any girl would be to have his attention.

Blasted logic. I'll give him a chance.

These cookies make me feel so good that I will become agreeable with any haphazard or romantic idea that comes by.

It's not all that bad either.

I look like a ferret.

But I'm a warm ferret.

James and I strolled through the tower park by sunset in warm coats he transfigured for us from a bunch of leaves. Mine is white and furry. If I didn't know it was made from leaves, I would have boxed him for endorsing the harming the innocent little forest creatures to make fur coats.

Or tigers

Or Polar Bears

Or….you get the idea

I don't think I could even send bugger Lady Fiona to that fate.

I am such a sap.

We strolled along the crisp autumn trail. Leaves had begun to turn red, yellow, and orange, and the air was as frosty as could be.

"When are you going to stop fighting me and let me in?" James broke our small talk and silence alteration.

I stared up at him in shock, then decided that the rising red on my face was inherently unattractive and began to stare at my shoes.

He stopped my rhythmic path. His finger found its way under my chin and tilted my head up. "Remember what I said earlier? You're guarding yourself this time around. Don't worry, I won't hurt you." James spoke softly.

Really, could I?

"But, you're James Potter! You're in magazines, tabloids, and all manner of media for your status and desirability. Your reputation precedes you. How can you settle for me? You don't even know my name! I could be some poor commoner who you would never want anything to do with once you know who I am."

James stuffed his hands in his pockets and turned towards the sun. "I don't know how I can settle for you, but I know I want to, and that's all that matters."

He turned towards me. "And I'd know your name if you would just tell me. You're quite stubborn."

I smiled proudly and he laughed a bit.

I have gone sappy and extremely out of Lily character. Months ago, I would have slapped James in the kisser if he'd said something to me like that. Yet watching him as Lee, it became a question of not 'how could you love this boy' but 'how could you not?'. Even with his stupid messy hair, and his stupid pride, and his stupid Quidditch…

Quidditch

Oh my giddy aunt.

The match against Durmstrang is supposed to start at sundown.

"Potter! The Quidditch match!" I pointed to the setting sun.

James: -censored with good reason-

"We have to go! We need time to re-enter the school grounds. No apparating right there." James spouted frantically.

Typical boy. More worried about sports then something important such as what I was about to say.

He spotted a clearing and with a nod of his head directed me towards it.

I am not a dog who will follow its master's call. Oh, this boy is so IRRITATING!

Oy! He's walking away. I wasn't finished!!!!!

I reached out and grabbed the end of his scarf, semi-choking him with satisfaction as I pulled him back to me.

He whirled around, visibly disturbed and upset, until I blurted "LILY!"

He looked confused.

"My name is Lily. Lily Evans."

A goofy grin spread onto his face. Upon seeing that smile, I lost control of my body; I grabbed both ends of his scarf and pulled his face towards mine.

Before I go on can I just spout a disclaimer that I had not been planning this and my body has a mind of its own that does not coincide with Lily's brain.

The next thing I know, I am snogging James Potter at the Eiffel Tower in front of the sunset you only see in movies.

The only question in my mind is, how do I tell him that I am Lee?

Hogwarts has never looked so distant from Hogsmeade. The crowds were immense because of the match. I nearly lost James four times had it not been for his tight grip on my hand. We were tussled in all directions, but we finally made it out of the crowd.

James summoned his broom for us to fly to the pitch. He is a far better and faster flyer than I. I will admit, I held onto James tighter than I needed to on the broom, but he didn't seem to mind.

He led me into the Hogwarts tent, whose air seemed to be tight and tense. As soon as James stormed in, all of the other players were on their feet.

"Where were you mate? You gave us a scare." Remus said bitterly.

I quickly hid my embarrassed face behind James' broad frame.

"I'm here now. Don't worry about it." He waved them off.

He did a quick scan of who was present, and by his silence I could tell he noticed someone missing.

"Where's Malfoy?"

"He's still got a concussion. Unable to play." Sirius volunteered.

"Where's Lee?"

Oh Merlin's pantyhose!

"Haven't seen him all day." Amos Diggory said.

Luckily, I saw Sirius standing nearby. I waved frantically to him from behind James, and even though I question Sirius' intelligence, kudos to him, he got the hint.

"Oh, he went to the loo. Maybe Moaning Myrtle got him. I'll go look for him." Sirius said robotically.

As Sirius was about to leave the ten, he grabbed my arm and began pulling me with him. However, James noticed my movement, and snatched my other arm.

I was a tug-of-war rope!

"She can stay here, Sirius." James glared at his best friend.

Well, I'll eventually end up here.

"I think it would be awkward having a girl in a boys' locker room."

Me too.

"You're all changed, what do you care?"

Thank Merlin.

"I think she'd be happier watching the game in the stands."

I agree.

"There is no better view of the match than from the edge of the players' tent."

That's true.

"I don't understand why she needs to be here with us, James."

Me neither.

"I don't understand why you're trying to take her away, Sirius." James glared and spat.

I do, and with good reason.

"I don't get why you're so upset mate. I am not trying to take her away from you. I just want Lily to be the most comfortable." Sirius said calmly.

I was beginning to be most uncomfortable too.

James looked like he accepted this logic, until a flash of dawn crossed his features. "You knew her name, and you didn't tell me when I repeatedly agonized over what it was?" James glared at his best friend.

All this, over a name? They need a bloody hobby!

"Well if I told you, it wouldn't mean anything to you. It would not be the same as if she told you." Sirius reasoned.

"How do you know her? What is going on? I swear Sirius if you and she–" James was cut off by a fist from Sirius.

I shrieked as James fell flat on his arse. He massaged his bruising chin with the widest hazel eyes I have ever seen.

"Get off it. It is not like that. Just because you two had an afternoon together, don't prance around like her damn saviour. It is creeping the rest of us out, and is really quite annoying. You really have no idea of what is really going on here, do you?"

James just stared from Sirius, to me, then back to Sirius, to me.

Remus walked ever-so-softly to my side, and in his quiet tone, spoke, "Lily, if you were waiting for the right time to tell everyone, now would be a good time to do it to avoid further damage."

I slowly crouched down to James' level. For a moment, I simply mumbled to my knees, deciding they were far more understanding than this crowd, until I heard James' scared and disappointed voice.

"Lily?"

"James….I am Lily Evans...but, for the past few months, I have also been Lee Vanes. Lee Vanes is… not a real person, but merely me in a disguise."

ONE MORE CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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