Hey guys! So here, I wrote about QUIDDITCH! Hope y'all like it!

Enjoy :)

That night in her dorm, Lily had just finished reviewing for the next day's Potions exam. She put her books away and stretched lazily before lugging her feet over to the bed along with Marlene and Alice. She, Marlene, and Alice Prewett (her other best mate) shared a dorm together (along with the wicked Kayleen Manon, but the girls tried to ignore her presence whenever they could), and ever since their first day at Hogwarts, the three had formed a strong bond. They did everything together, whether it was teasing Alice about her crush on Frank Longbottom (who had graduated last year) or providing one another a shoulder to cry on.

"Lils, I was wondering if... if you wanted to come to Quidditch practice tomorrow," Marlene said slowly.

Lily blinked, then laughed," Oh Merlin, Marly! You know I'm dreadful at flying! I'll probably kill off half the team!"

A rough snort from Kayleen's side.

"I meant," Marlene began, ignoring the other girl's rather derogatory intrusion," if you wanted to watch us, stupid."

"A special someone might be there, too..." Alice piped in, wiggling her eyebrows.

"ALIIIIIICE!" Marlene screeched, tackling her. "You GIT! You weren't supposed to say that!"

Lily pretended to be deeply offended, clutching her heart, and sent the girls into a fit of giggles.

"Honestly, Alice, you must think quite lowly of me if you think Potter is going to get me to go," Lily declared, gaining an air of seriousness as she stared pointedly at her friends.

"We never said anything about Potter-" Marlene sniggered before she was cut off by a snarl from Lily.

"Oh, come on Lils! Just one practice?" Marlene begged, attempting a puppy face.

Lily laughed, finally succumbing, and said," Fine, I'll go. But you will NOT force me to fly, or worse, make me talk to Potter. Agreed?"

"Agreed," Marlene smirked triumphantly as the girls shook hands.

Lily grumbled as Marlene shook her awake early the next morning, wondering exactly why she had agreed to come to Quidditch practice.

"Lilyyyy! Hurry up!" Marlene groaned, watching impatiently as Lily slowly sat up and stretched.

She yanked a screeching Lily out of bed and shoved her into the bathroom to get ready.

"You better be out in five minuted, Lily Evans! Practice starts soon and we haven't even had breakfast."

Unfortunately, Lily took a bit longer than five minutes (despite Marlene's desperate banging on the door), and both disgruntled girls were soon dashing over to the Quidditch field on an empty stomach.

"Finally! Our beloved Chaser seems to be fashionably late... again!" James smirked as Marlene and Lily hurried over to the team, puffing. "Ah, and she has brought the fair Evans with her! Have you come to show off your devastatingly amazing flying skills, Evans, or were you hoping to get a glimpse of those abs we were talking about?"

Lily began regretting this decision more and more with each passing second as she felt her face grow hot.

Nevertheless, she rolled her eyes and forced a sickly sweet grin. "Of course, Potter, that's exactly why I'm here. To try and get a whiff of your abs under the fifty pounds of bloody Quidditch gear you wear. Unless, of course, you're planning to play with your shirt off, in which case I hope those charming abs of yours make out with a bludger."

She smiled innocently up at him, smug malice glowing in her eyes, as the rest of the rest of the team roared with laughter. James grumbled something about "team loyalty" and "shitty mates", but Lily was too busy reveling in her glory to care.

After calming down, the team readied themselves to play, and Lily found herself a shaded spot on the bleachers to sit. As she watched the Gryffindors fly, she was truly in awe. Every player seemed to work in a seamless harmony, quick and graceful. James himself truly stood out, and Lily couldn't help but admire his agility and speed on a broomstick (curse her own horrid flying skills). He sped from one end of the field to the other, the wind weaving through his messy hair, his back arching as if becoming one with the broom, his eyes darting around to follow the Quaffle...

After a while, Lily stood up to stretch, wondering whether she could make a quick attempt to get some breakfast before class started and appease her grumbling stomach. She made her way through the stands until she heard James cry out her name.

She looked up to see what he wanted as she heard him again.

"LILY, WATCH OUT!"

Confused, Lily found James flying hastily towards her, his face etched with alarm. When she finally realized what James had been pointing at, it was too late. A bludger came hurtling towards her at full speed, slamming into the side of her head. She barely had time to cry out in shock before everything went cold. The last thing she saw was James leaping off his broom, crouching down beside her, as he yelled her name again and again and again...