A/N: So, I reread this and decided to continue. I really like this story. By the way, "Lily" is Lily in James' body, and "James" is James in Lily's body. Anyways, R&R
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
"What?" Lily snapped when James came up to her after lunch. "I'm not in a good mood." Between obnoxious Sirius, goody-two-shoes Remus, and permanently silent Pettigrew, she was fed up with James' friends, choosing instead to sit in the front row during classes and take notes. It wouldn't kill James to get a couple good grades once in a while, she figured.
"Neither am I. This bra"—he scratched at his back—"is digging into my skin."
"You don't have to keep it as tight as it goes, stupid! There are different hooks!" she said, knocking his hands off his back. "And don't do that in public!"
"Merlin's pants, Lil. You're so uptight." He smirked at her and she shuddered.
"Don't call me 'Lil,'" she snapped. "That's not my name."
"Whatever." He scratched at his hair. "Main, this thing is so itchy!"
"It's my hair. Try taking a shower and using shampoo and conditioner. Do anything to get rid of it and I'll kill you." She paused, and added, "Well, I will once we're back in our own bodies. How did we even get into each other's bodies anyways?"
"I don't know," James replied, still scratching at his scalp.
"Stop it!" Lily whacked his hands away from the long red hair. "I'll do some research into why this is happening. But until then, we have to figure out how we'll survive as each other."
"If Alice starts complaining about her period one more time I'll kill her," James said grimly.
"Sorry. She's like that, so get used to it." James groaned. "But as long as you're me, you have to shower daily—"
"Aw, come on!" he yelled. People turned to look at them, and Lily turned pink.
"Shut up! Come here," she said, grabbing his arm and dragging him out of the portrait hole and down to the second floor. "Go in."
"B-b-b-but that's a girls bathroom!" he protested.
"And you're a girl now," she pointed out. He looked down at his body and mumbled something rude under his breath. "Go in." When he stood immobile, she sighed and shoved him through the door and followed him in. "So, like I was saying, you'll have to shower daily, perform in class like I usually do—"
"But you get straight O's!" he complained.
"Can it. And you have to be polite and pretend you hate me." She glared at him while he scowled. "Any questions?"
"Do I have to be an uptight pain in the ass too?"
"I'm not uptight!" she yelled, glaring at him. "Anyways, I thought you were the one who had a crush on me."
"Not anymore, sweet cheeks. Here are the rules of being James." Lily groaned when he pulled out a scroll of parchment and a quill. "Rule number one," he said while he scratched at the parchment. "You have to laugh at anything Sirius laughs at unless it's making fun of you. I don't usually do this, but it's a good guideline for you. Rule number two is to get A's or P's in all your classes. No higher, no lower, except for the occasional D or the very rare E, which only happens when I study with Moony. No exceptions." He looked over the scroll, trying to remember what else he needed to add.
"Who's Moony?" Lily asked.
"We have nicknames," he answered reluctantly after a few seconds. "I'm Prongs, Sirius is Padfoot, Remus is Moony, and Peter is Wormtail."
"Uh, okay, I guess," she said. What weird nicknames, she thought while she scratched at her greasy hair. James could really shower more often.
"Oh, yeah. Quidditch." James thought for a minute, then finished. "We're going to need to get you out of games."
"Can't I just quit?" Lily asked tiredly.
"No way. Once we figure out how to switch back, I want to be able to play again." He turned to a mirror and looked his new body over. "You're pretty small. Maybe you could try out."
"What? No! I can't play—" she protested.
James cut her off. "You wouldn't have to. Trust me, I know what I'm doing. I won't hurt you. Er, your body." He paused, tapping the quill against his lips. "Oh, last thing?"
"What?" Lily grumbled.
"You have to pretend you're chronically infatuated with me." He smiled devilishly, which didn't suit Lily's face at all.
"Really? Really and truly?" James nodded, still smiling. "I hate you, Potter."
"No, you love me, James," he replied. She glowered at him, and he just smiled even bigger. "Get used to it. You're going to have to follow me around and keep trying no matter how many times I turn you down."
"But that's not how girls do things!" Lily complained.
"But you're not a girl anymore," he countered. She sighed, admitting defeat.
"Now let's get back to Gryffindor Tower before free period is over." She started walking out of the bathroom. "Are you coming, James?" James was looking around the bathroom. "What's wrong?"
"Where are the urinals?" he asked. Lily snorted, then grabbed his—her—thin, bony wrist and dragged her out of the bathroom.
"By the way—avoid that bathroom. Moaning Myrtle stays there, which is why nobody was in there. See you in Transfiguration." She walked off, leaving James behind.
James stopped short. "Wait, what? Who's Moaning Myrtle? Lily? Lily!" Then he stopped himself. I'm supposed to be Lily. He straightened up and walked over to the staircase and up to the fourth floor, then went into the Transfiguration classroom and sat down in the front row.
I'll show her. I'll be a better Lily than she is.
Lily slunk into Transfiguration late and took a seat in the back of the class behind Sirius. No—Padfoot, she reminded herself. She didn't open up a notebook and leaned back in her chair, tipping it back onto one leg.
Crash.
"Mr. Potter, are you having an equilibrium issue?" Professor McGonagall asked. She looked down her nose at Lily lying on the floor, looking severe with her hair tied back in a tight bun.
"No." She picked up her chair and sat down, trying to ignore the class laughing and James glaring at her from the front row—her spot in the front row. She clenched her fists and focused on the teacher.
Damn you, Potter.
A/N: So, what do you think? It's my first shot at an HP fic in a while…like at least six months…R&R