A.N: Okay, I'm so sorry but this is really bad and I'll add to it in chapter 3, I just wanted to update it because I haven't been able to write in ages. Sorry that it's really bad, but please could I have some reviews letting me know how it's going? I don't want to be writing something nobody wants to read. Thanks guys.

Fingers crossed next chapter will be better.

The Sorting had just ended and it was time for the Head Boy and Girl to go up to the stage and say their part. Lily's heart was hammering inside her chest as Dumbledore called them forward. Slowly, and with one quick glance at James, she slid herself from the bench. Now standing, the small stage looked so much closer, and there seemed to be a lot more people in the room. Okay, here goes. She told herself, her own voice gently whispering in her ear words of encouragement. James was halfway down the table and she had hardly moved. Oh crikey. Okay, just walk. You know how to walk. Slughorn was looking at her, his round face and podgy blue eyes staring into her, wondering why his favourite pupil looked like she was about to throw up. With a deep breath and a lot of will power to refrain herself from closing her eyes, she took big strides towards the stage, James was on the opposite side of the table, waiting for her at the edge of the platform. He didn't look at all nervous, in fact, he looked almost concerned, he was watching her, a look of deep concern in his expression, speaking out to her, asking if she was alright. She gave him a small smile and a nod, a silent answer to his unspoken question. Biting her lip, she hurried quicker to him. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally reached the small step leading to the stage at the front of the hall.

"You okay?" James' raspy voice whispered in her ear as she stepped on.
"Yeah, just feel like I'm going to be sick."
"Don't worry." He smiled at her as he took a step towards the eagle podium, but he didn't address the watchful students, "I'm here."
And for some reason, at them words, those two little words of reassurance, and she felt the nerves rise out of her. With another deep breathe, she too stepped forward and blinked at the faces looking up at her. She had gone over this speech a thousand times over her head, ever since she had gotten the letter back in July. And now, all she could think of was the sick feeling in her stomach that seemed to be growing into hunger pains more than those of pure nerves.
"Hello," She spoke loudly, her voice instantly echoing around the hall as though there was an invisible microphone in front of her., "we're your new Head Girl and Boy." She smiled at James, and then looked back to the students, her mouth going dry, "We're here to help you all, especially the new Year Seven's," she smiled at the students seated at the front of the rows, who each looked about as nervous as her, " If any of you find yourselves lost-"
"Which you will." Interjected James; causing a laugh to ripple amongst all of the older students and teachers.
Lily smiled herself before continuing once the babble had died away, "Don't hesitate to ask us, or any of the prefects where to go." She had come to the end, but everybody seemed to be waiting for more, it wasn't even as though they were clinging onto every word, they just continued to stare at her, waiting. "…Erm, I think, James?" She looked nervously to the boy at her side, "You had something to say about Quidditch?"
To her horror, James looked completely blank, but the expression was soon wiped off his face as he recognised her worry, and tuned to speak, "Just that if any of you want to sign up there will be practises held for every house on the 20th of this month. First game of Ravenclaw against…"
James continued to talk, but Lily had completely zoned out. She couldn't do this. Why on earth had she agreed to be Head Girl?! She must have known what this would entail. I'll get over it; she concluded with herself, it's only the first day. She came back to reality with a few claps being issued from the teachers and a small number of students, and James trying to push into her in order to get off the stage. She turned away and stepped off the stage, catching sight of Severus on the Slytherin table. He was around the middle, sitting on his own looking at her as she stepped down. She quickly looked away; she still wasn't quite sure how she felt about that boy. One minute he was a great friend, the next he was laughing at her and calling her names, just to impress his so called friends. She was fed up with it.

Returning to her seat with a smile from her best friend, Annie, she started to help herself to the food that had just appeared in front of them. James caught her eye a little down the opposite row from her and held his gaze for a moment before she turned away.
"I think its disgusting how you've got to share a dorm with that idiot." Annie snarled as she followed Lily's stare.
The red headed girl suddenly chocked on her piece of chicken that was in her mouth as she heard the words, "S-shit." She hadn't even thought about it.
"Exactly my reaction." Retorted Afshan, hitting her friend on the back, hoping to stop her chocking.
"T-thanks Af." Lily spluttered through a bout of coughing, before sitting up straight again, "Do I have to?"
"I think." Bonnie answered, her chocolate brown eyes wide in pity.
Lily was so grateful for her friends, she'd missed them so much over the summer, and now it seemed she would hardly get to see them if they weren't sharing a room together.
"But I want to be with you guys." She looked around at each of her friends, taking Annie's hand that was next to hers on the table.
"And we want to be with you." Annie smiled at her, reassuring that it was okay.
"It'll be okay," Afshan told her, "you'll still be in the common room anyway, and we spend more time in there than in our room."
"I guess." Lily smiled weakly.
"And if he tries anything, we're here." Bonnie stated, looking very stern. The chances of James Potter trying anything were unfortunately very high, but Lily had a feeling that he knew better than to.
"Thanks, but, I don't think he will." She smiled at her dark haired friend, who looked extremely grave at the thought of her best friend and James Potter sharing a bedroom together.
"What?" Annie questioned accusingly.
"I just mean…" Lily thought for a moment, letting go of her friends hand and fixing her hair behind her ear, what did she mean? "…I just mean I think he's grown up a bit." She shrugged and continued to eat, ignorant to her friend's questioning glares.
"What happened to hating him?"
"Oh, I still do. Don't worry."