Re-posted this chapter due to realising some silly spelling mistakes..I won't tell you what I spelt wrong as you'd be ashamed! Sorry I've been really rubbish at updating of late, but here chapter 8 finally is...I wrote more than usual as an I'm sorry for being rubbish. Please review, happy reading :D

Chapter 8

Lily's POV

"So you know what you have to do?" Sirius asked me as we stood outside McGonagall's office.

I nodded, I knew full well what I had to do, but that didn't mean I wanted to do it. Sirius said this was the easiest way to win James over, so I was going to go along with it. I cleared my throat and rapped on the door.

"Enter!" called McGonagall, sharply.

I did as she said.

"Miss Evans, what brings you here?"

I took a deep breathe as I was about to begin, terrified she would see right through me instantly,

"Well, Professor, it's Halloween..."

"That's very observant of you, Miss Evans."

"Well, I and some of the Gryffindor prefects thought it would be a good idea to hold a Halloween Gobstones tournament in the common room after the feast, and I was wondering if you would give us permission."

She stayed silent for longer than I expected. Bugger.

"Well, considering your behaviour at the beginning of this term, I don't know if you should trust you."

My stomach dropped.

"However, Professor Slughorn is holding a small get-together for the staff after the feast, so I trust you to make sure this tournament does not get out of hand. If you have to disturb me from the dungeons I shall be most displeased."

"Yes Professor, I understand."

"Happy Halloween, Miss Evans."

"Happy Halloween, Professor."

Sirius was stood outside the door, waiting for me.

"Well?" he asked, as I shut the door behind me.

"She said yes to a Halloween Gobstones tournament." I smiled.

"Thank Merlin! Now you leave the rest to me and get ready for our little tournament." He smirked, pacing off down the corridor.

I looked at my watch. It was nearly time for the feast. I hurried to Gryffindor tower where Alice and Mary were waiting for me. While they both chattered on the way to the Great Hall, I watched James, who was a few paces in front of us, with Remus. His walk seemed…different, less arrogant, almost. I started to wonder if that had anything to do with me, as I took my place between Alice and Mary in the Great Hall.

I walked slowly back to Gryffindor tower, my stomach fit to bust after the huge plateful I had eaten in the feast. I was nervous for what I would find in the common room; I was no idiot, I knew Sirius' idea of a "Gobstones Tournament" was a party – I doubted there would even be any Gobstones involved. If I hadn't been slightly curious as to why on earth he thought a party was the way to win James back, I would have run and hidden, instead of going back to the common room, yet my curiosity got the better of me. Sirius knew James better than anyone – they were practically brothers – so I was willing to take a chance on what he said, but there was a part of me, most likely my brain, which was telling me this was definitely not a good idea.

I took a deep breath before climbing through the portrait hole, dreading the state of my peers in the common room. When I got inside, I knew instantly that my intuition was right; there was not a single gobstone in sight, but there was plenty of Butterbeer and Firewhisky.

"Ah, Evans," grinned Black, clutching a half-empty bottle of Firewhisky in his hand, swaying slightly as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder, "Ready to win over James?"

"How the bloody hell is a party going to help me do that?" I wondered aloud.

"Ah, my friend," he said, his breath warm on my ear, "You need to lighten up."

I shrugged his arm from around me and scanned the room, looking for somebody to rescue me. I found Alice, sat in a chair, a goblet in hand, and I hurried over.

"Lil, great organising, Sirius told us it was all your idea." She grinned, before frowning at the expression on my face.

"You look like you need some cheering up. Why don't you get yourself a drink?" She gestured to a table by the window, laden with bottles and bowls of liquid. Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea, I thought, as I made my way towards the table. I selected a clean goblet, and studied my options; Firewhisky, another unknown liquid, or a green drink in a bowl. I chose the latter, and helped myself. It was surprisingly tasty, like nothing I had drank before, and I found myself finishing my drink and helping myself to another, and another. Feeling calmer, and more laid back, I wandered the common room, my eyes scouring every corner, every seat, every person, looking for him. I found him, sat on a sofa with Lupin and Pettigrew; each of them with a drink in hand. I made my way over, butterflies dancing in my stomach.

"Hi James," I grinned, my voice sounding cheerier than usual.

"Evans," he nodded, turning back to his conversation. No, he was not blowing me off like that!

"So, how's your evening going?" I pondered, perching myself on the arm of the sofa, next to him.

"Fine, thanks," He said, again dismissing me.

I sighed, but something told me not to leave, to stick it out until he could ignore me no longer.

Lupin muttered something to him, giving him a nudge of the elbow, which made him look my way. I smiled as soon as I noticed.

"Do you want to go somewhere quieter?" I asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

He looked at me, not responding for a moment, before nodding. I stood up, swaying slightly, and took his hand, leading him out of the common room. We stopped outside the portrait hole, and he opened his mouth as if to say something, but I decided not to let him. I placed my hands on his face, dropping my goblet with a clatter, and pulled him quickly towards my face, my lips meeting his. Just as I was getting into it, he pulled away.

"What's wrong?" I asked, my voice a pitch higher than before.

James simply shook his head.

"Was I bad?"

He snorted, "Go to bed Lily, before you make a fool of yourself some more."

"What?"

"You've had a drink – or five – and I know you'll regret everything in the morning."

"No I will not!" I argued.

Laughing, he headed back through the portrait hole, muttering, "Yeah, right."

Well then, two could play that game. I hurried back into the common room, and bumped into a tall fifth year.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" I gushed, looking him up and down. He was at least six feet tall, with curly brown hair, and sparkling brown eyes. He smiled down at me,

"That's okay. I'm Jacob." He smiled again, and I noticed he had dimples.

"I'm Lily." I smiled back. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed James, frowning at us. Ha!

I started chattering away to Jacob, while he nodded and laughed appreciatively. He grinned as a friend walked past, seemingly pleased that he was talking to an older girl. He got us more drinks and I sat down, making a show of laughing at his jokes louder than necessary, occasionally glancing at James, whose frown seemed to get bigger each time I checked. It seemed like hours later that I decided I was tired. The common room was still at least three quarters full, but my vision was blurry and my eyes tiring by the minute.

"I'm going to bed." I announced to Jacob, who looked startled. I got out of my seat and wobbled, struggling to stand straight. He shot out of his seat and placed his arms around me, strong and steady despite being so young. He walked me to the staircase, where he stopped and looked at me.

"Goodnight, Lily," he said, half smiling.

"G'night," I yawned. I turned to stumble up to the dormitory, but he pulled my back. Before I could ask what was going on, Jacob was kissing me. My first reaction was to push him off, but I was far too tired. Besides, now James Potter had really gotten his comeuppance.

I struggled for ages to think of who to make Lily bump into..first it was going to be Sirius, then Remus, and then I tried searching for a suitable member of the order of the pheonix, or just a Gryffindor, and found none..so hence Jacob. I stole his name from Jacob Black in Twilight, how bad of me! Let me know what you think, all suggestions for improvement are welcome.:D