Sorry it's been a while, I'm just hopeless at getting on with things. Please review and tell me what you think!

Chapter Five

Lily's POV

I let out a big yawn as Mary and Alice nagged me for what seemed like the hundredth time this morning.

"Where were you last night? We never saw you come to bed." Mary tried again to get me to spill the beans.

"I've told you, I fell asleep in the common room."

"Liar." Barked Alice.

"How am I a liar then, Al?" I asked, as we descended the great staircase.

"When me and Frank got back there was nobody in the common room."

"Well maybe I should be asking YOU where you were last night?" I laughed, desperate to change the subject. If the girls knew I'd been with James, they'd never let me live it down.

We entered the Great Hall and took our places at the Gryffindor table. I was helping myself to scrambled eggs as Professor McGonnagall appeared.

"Miss Evans, I expect you haven't forgotten, I expect you and Mr Potter in my office at 6 o'clock sharp." She snapped, "Speaking of Potter, where is he?"

"I don't know Professor." I replied. She raised an eyebrow before going to question Sirius Black about James' whereabouts.

"What was that about?" smirked Alice.

"Er- business with the prefects, Head Boy and Girl are needed too." I lied.

My two best friends obviously did not believe me, but were distracted by James' entrance into the hall. I turned around and flashed him a subtle smile, which he returned before yawning and messing up his hair.

"Mr Potter, was that a yawn I just witnessed?" barked McGonnagal.

"No Professor," James mumbled, "I'll see you tonight."

"So you shall." Said McGonnagal, breezing off to give out timetables. When the seventh year timetables had been handed out, I was relieved to see I had double potions first. Potions was my favourite subject. I got up to go and fetch my textbooks from Gryffindor tower, and was joined by James.

"Morning Evans." He smiled.

"Morning. Tired?"

James nodded, as he let out another yawn, "what've you got next?"

"Potions."

"Eurgh, me too. Slughorn drives me up the wall."

"He's not that bad."

"He loves you Evans, that's why."

I tutted, but smiled all the same. And that's when I realised something. I was having a civil conversation with James Potter. The arrogant arsehole. He wasn't even annoying me. How does that work?

"Evans, you okay?" James asked, waving a hand in front of my face.

"Uh, yeah. I just remembered I left something in the hall. I'll just go get it."

"Shall I c-"

"No!" I barked, turning around and hurrying away.

I looked over my shoulder. He was still stood there, watching me. And for the first time ever, James Evans looked hurt.

Sorry that once again it's short, I haven't written in so long that I'm a bit rusty. Any suggestions for further story are welcome, and please review, all comments are welcome, althought nice ones tend to make me smile more.

Oh, and I apologise in advance for any spelling/grammatical errors, my microsoft word spell checkers being a fool and doesn't like correcting my mistakes, and I tend to not notice them until a week later...so sorry! :)