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This morning I was rudely awoken. Thanks to a few readers, (i.e Moony of the Marauders &IceBlueCrystal)
I've come to realize someone COPY AND PASTED MY STORY. DramioneFan527 , you're honestly ridiculous. FEEL FREE TO CHECK OUT MY STORY ON HER PAGE, IF YOU WANT. IT'S EXACTLY THE SAME. And you can see in the review me have a bitch fit. If you don't mind reporting her page, I would highly appreciate that.

Moving on, I decided to continue this story. So, here you go.

"I gave it to her and she totally swooned! I'm thinking of asking her to be my girlfriend soon. I really think she fancies me." Young Nigel Puckle exclaimed to his group of friends. His hands were in fists, held tightly to his chest in anticipation as he bragged. All three boys that circled around him made sounds of surprise and great impression. They gave Nigel high-fives and well deserved pats on the back.

A lot of first years found one certain red head to be absolutely fit. In the early days of September, the newly raised Hogwarts students were dazzled by The Marauders. Every prank gleemed in the eyes of their audience and affected them surely. It wasn't until November, that the young boys noticed something of their role models. Sirius Black, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin were stopped by one sheer force and that force was called Lily Evans. She could hold her ground and she was gorgeous. Sometimes, it seemed like she wasn't real. At most, every student in the school could agree that they didn't want to be at the end of her wand if her temper flared. Some Slytherins could mutter that her bark was worse than their bite but they would scurry off at the sight of her anyway.

It wasn't just the first years that were a little star-struck of Lily. The blokes that were going through puberty were much worse, if you know what I mean. Needless to say - besides pulling pranks, creating Quidditch strategies, disappearing one night a month, bothering the hell out of Snape, and trying his best to win over Lily – James had a busy schedule. And dealing with little gits that thought they liked Lily was one of the duties on his precious schedule.

As the young boys conversed their congratulations, the shaggy haired boy's ears perked like a pissed off cat. He pulled himself into a proper stance and turned around to see the small group hovering the Corridors. James shot daggers of death through his eyes at Nigel. Though, Nigel was too busy soaking up the glory to notice.

"I swear to Merlin, Padfoot. I'm going to throw him into a pit of Devil Snare if I hear him make up one more rumour about his game."

"Touchy, touchy, Prongs. He's acting the same way you did in Third Year."

"Does it look like I care? He's strutting around the castle bragging right, left and centre about something he doesn't even have. How arrogant can you get?" James murmured to himself through a tight mouth, grinding his teeth at every pause.

"You're starting to sound like Lily." Sirius sighed into his hand, unable to watch the irony of the situation. Remus put his book into his bag, feeling that the situation was about to get messy.

"I'm going to go over there. I'm going to give him a piece of my mind." James declared.

"Leave it, James. If you want to solve your problem, you just have to ignore it." Remus became the voice of reason as always.

"I'm not going to do anything. I just want to talk to him. I only want to talk to him." The hazel eye boy repeated with a crazed look in his eyes.

"You said that the last time and Mulciber ended up with his own wand up his arse for a week." Remus dejected, taking a few quick steps and turning in front of James to block his vision partially of Nigel.

"That's what he gets for pranking Mary. C'mon, you know he deserved it." James said as he tried to look passed Remus' head. Sirius placed a hand on his back to inform him.

"I am not getting another detention this week. Peter is already suffering alone in there, washing the floors without magic!"

"He took one for the team, we've all done it! Have you forgotten who we are?" James said, growing irritated.

"If you prank a first year, all your 'maturing' goes down the drain in Evans' eyes, eh?" Sirius mustered up something that would finally grasp James' attention. And it did. James stopped dodging around Remus and stopped to think for a moment.

"Okay. I'll only talk to him." James said with a sincere look in his face. Remus and Sirius deflated together at his words.

"So, you weren't just going to talk to him before."

"Hush. I promise I won't hex him... as far as my patience runs."

"No. Just promise you won't hex him. Nothing else." Remus demanded.

"But what if he pisses me off?" James exclaimed in shock.

"You're already pissed off!" Sirius reminded.

"FINE!" James yelled loud enough for the young boys to stop their excitable conversation to turn to their yelling hero.

"I promise I won't hex him." James said in a begrudged whisper.

"Good. Now, you can go."

"Bloody friends..." James spat before he practically sped off. His steps were firm on the stones as he made a b-line towards the young boys. He was a man with a mission. He couldn't stand this little Puckle and now he was glad to have a word with him. A terrifying and bone shaking word with him.

"Hello, boys." James said as he towered over the four of them. Wide eyes shot up to him and looked so

amazed.

"Hi, James!" A few of them choked out in excitement except Nigel Puckle, which faced his back to James Potter. The four foot boy turned slowly with a look of detest on his face as he stared up to the boy who surpassed six feet.

"Potter." He acknowledged.

"Puckle." James growled.

"Can we help you with something?" The little boy said in a condescending tone.

"Of course, you can, Puckle. I couldn't help but over hear your little conversation. Actually, I couldn't help but over-hear your many conversations. I don't mean to burst your bubble or anything but... Lily doesn't like you." James' words sounded of regret but he only looked smitten with the truth. Nigel didn't break his gaze with him as he continued.

"Y'know, it's not healthy to go around making stuff up. If Lily heard about this, she would be really upset. Lucky for you, she locks herself up in Library before she can hear any stupid rumours. The rose, it was cute. Now, it's time for you to be a man and come to the realization that you're basically an infant in her eyes. As her boyfriend, I've let you have your fun in your itty-bitty fantasies. But – It's about time you give up the charade."

"You amuse me, Potter. Really, you do." Puckle said after a moment to digest his passage. James cocked one of his black eyebrows.

"Pardon?" James asked as he pursed his lips angrily.

"How you can tell me it's not healthy to go making things up while you just claim yourself as her boyfriend."

"I'm not making it – "

"We all know about your history. She hates you. You've been chasing her for years and she's denied you every single time. The difference between you and I are quite fine. I have a better chance and I assume, not claim. You can leave now." Puckle threw his eyes back to the Marauders, as if giving James the directions to where he can head.

"YOU LITTLE PRICK!"

"What's going on here?" The confident voice shattered the tension immediately. Nigel's three friends scurried off and left Lily, James and Nigel to do as they must. Sirius and Remus watched with disappointed expressions.

"Lily!"

"Evans!"

"Potter, why are you screaming?" Lily immediately stepped closer to James, pointing a finger into his hard chest. Nigel looked disgusted by their contact. James grasped Lily's hand and cupped it as he tried to explain.

"Me? Screaming? You're confused. I wasn't screaming." He looked around his shoulders to find someone to blame.

"Yelling. Shouting. What have you, what seems to be the problem?" Lily took her hand from him and used it to push his shoulder, he barely moved. James found Nigel, his little blonde head reaching his stomach. James wrapped an arm over his shoulders in a mock friendship.

"No problem, right, Nigel? I was just suggesting little Puckle to try out for Quidditch next year. If his reflexes are as fast as his mouth, then I'm sure he'd make a fine member to our – "

"What are you talking about, Potter?" Lily said with distain.

"Miss Evans, how are you?" Nigel said in his polite voice as he threw James' arm off of him. The feeling of hatred was now declared mutual.

Lily's temper froze and cooled as she realized Nigel was speaking to her. "Oh – I'm fine, Nigel. How are you? You know you don't have to call me Miss Evans." She said, feeling uncomfortable with the formalities.

"Er – Okay, Lily." He said with a big smile as he tried it out for size. "How is the rose keeping up?"

"Quite well, actually. It's right on my bedside table." Lily said with a smile. Nigel beamed back at the idea.

"If it dies, let me know. I'll get you more, I promise." He said with pure determination. James felt the bile in his stomach churn.

"Aw, thanks, Nigel – Really, you don't have to do – "

"You don't have to do that because I'm replacing it as soon as your weed wilts." James said, bending down to the little boy, resisting the urge to kick his little shins.

"What?" Lily said, growing more angry at the sound of James' voice. James raised one hand, telling Lily to hold that thought as he nodded his head. He reached into his robe and pulled out his wand. Nigel and Lily both stiffened, expecting James to throw a hex. Lily snatched her wand out but James already aimed his and shout out -

"Orchideous!"

An assortment of flowers conjured out of his wand with a pleasant pop. The scent of each expanded between all three of them, the glow of his wand faded slowly as the flowers began to bloom out of the tip. He directed his wand at Lily, ushering her to take them.

"Here, Evans. You can get rid of that sad little weed in your room now." James said with a shiny smile as he pushed out his chest in pride. Nigel looked at the flowers with wide eyes, impressed with the type of magic he had just witnessed.

"Honestly, Potter? Are you seriously trying to outstage a first year?" Lily said with absolute detestment.

"Depends, is it working?" James said with hope as he lowered his wand.

"You're completely ridiculous!" She screeched before spinning on her heels and walking in the opposite direction. James chased after her trying to explain to her he wasn't completely ridiculous. Nigel watched by the pillar, perplexed by their relationship.