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Chapter 4

What Happens Next

Ellie's head was throbbing and her neck was stiff. Stretching, she looked around, trying to work out where she was. She had vague, fuzzy memories involving a party last night, but she couldn't remember any details. A small noise to her left made her look round. A teenaged Remus Lupin was lying beside her, stirring slightly. Momentarily confused, Ellie sat up. The world spun for a second or two, then righted itself and allowed Ellie to get her bearings. She was lying on the floor of what looked like an old shack. Judging by the sunlight streaming in the window, it was around eight thirty in the morning.

Remus yawned and sat up. He was on the floor of the shrieking shack, and there was a girl blinking sleepily at him as he looked around the room, somewhat confused. His head was throbbing and he only remembered snippets of last night's party. The girl - Ellie, he was pretty sure – smiled. "Morning, sleepy-head!" She said.

"We stayed out all night" yawned Remus. Then he froze as he realised what he just said. "We stayed out all night!" he jumped to his feet. "Dumbledore's gonna kill us!"

"Relax, sweetie" Ellie held out her hand and he helped her up. "I'm pretty good at getting myself out of trouble. I'll think of something."

Lily's eyelids fluttered open as the sunlight that was coming in through the window warmed her face. One of her dorm-mates must have opened her curtains for her already. For a second Lily lay there and thought about the subjects she had that day, and briefly wondered if there was going to be pancakes for breakfast. Then something moved beside her in her bed, and she screamed.

James was rudely interrupted from a lovely dream about beaches and summer and girls in bikinis by a shrill squeal of shock that sounded very close to his ear. He groaned, but didn't move, trying to get back to his rapidly fading dream. Then he felt someone tug at the covers, and suddenly found himself lying on a hard wooden floor. Shaking his throbbing head (hung over, he thought ruefully), he sat up, rubbing his eyes. This was not the first time he had woken up with a hangover and no clue where he was. Sighing inwardly, he looked up at the bed to find out which girl it was this time.

Lily received the shock of her life to peer over the side of her bed (which, she had discovered, was not actually her bed) and see James Potter staring back up at her from where she had just pushed him onto the floor. Her head felt like someone was in the process of splitting it open with an axe, and she was pretty sure it had something to do with the party she could only just remember going to last night. No, rephrase that, being kidnapped for last night. Lily glanced at her watch. It was almost nine o'clock. Dumbledore was going to kill her.

Even in her confused, half-asleep, and hung-over state, Lily Evans was beautiful. Her hair, even though it was sticking up all over the place, still managed to catch the morning light in such a way that it shone, and her green eyes, bloodshot and full of sleep as they were, still captivated James, and he couldn't look away. He couldn't believe his luck. He had had the best night imaginable, with the girl of his dreams, and they had both been awake and aware of each other for a full two minutes, and she hadn't yet started screaming at him to get out and never speak to her again. That had to be some kind of record. Usually as soon as they realised what was going on they decided they had made the worst mistake of their lives and either slapped him or ran away. Or both. Of course a few days later they couldn't help bragging, and soon they were running after him, begging for another chance. That was the way it always was. But James never went for the same girl twice. That would be like wearing the same pair of sock for two days running. Not a good idea.

Lily noticed James staring at her and was confused for a moment, until she looked down and realised she wasn't wearing a shirt. Her uniform, and James's, were strewn across the floor, and she was sitting in a bed, which she had just kicked James out of, wearing her lacy red bra and underwear. It didn't take a genius to figure out what that meant, even if she couldn't remember anything at all. Snatching up the blanket and covering herself with it, she addressed James in a cold voice "I think it would be for the best if you left now."

James's face seemed to fall, and he turned his head away. "Lilz" he began, but she pursed her lips and snapped "Don't call me that name. That is for the use of my friends only. And you, most certainly, are NOT my friend."

He looked hurt, and tried again "Lily, I'm sorry. I really am. Is there anything I could say or do to make you not mad at me?"

Lily just glared, so James tried again. "I really thought we were going to have something here."

"According to the evidence, we did have something, which I regret immensely although I can't remember a single thing. So just do us both a favour and get out."

James sighed, deciding it was a hopeless situation, and stood, gathering his belongings with a wave of his wand and disappearing out the door. As he left the room, he couldn't help but shoot one last glance back at Lily. She had laid back down on the bed, face in her pillow, and her body was shaking with silent sobs. As much as he wanted to comfort her, he knew she wouldn't want to see him right then – or ever again – so he went in search of the other guys. They were never far away when he landed himself in a situation like this.

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