So, just a quick author's note/request before I continue writing. I really like this story, and I'm gonna keep going with it on a regular basis. What I would like to know is, how far do you want this story to go? Here are your options, just let me know in a review! 1. James and Lily getting together (this will probably happen before the end of their 7th year) 2. Up until graduation of 7th year, even if they get together before that 3. Until they get married 4. Until Harry comes into existence 5. Until they die :(

So, its up to you to choose, and whichever one I get the most answers of, I will write :D

Enough of this ridiculously long author's note… I hate these things…and we all know that I don't own Harry Potter..so..moving on to chapter 5….THE HEAD'S DORM! DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUN! :D

I walked up to the Head's Dorm to find Pott-James and his idiot friends (except for Remus, of course,) trying to set the password for the dorm. Unfortunately, they seemed to be too busy gawking at the portrait guarding the dorms…you know the one of the mermaid in the Prefect's bathrooms? Yeah…enough said.

Bloody gits.

"James, are you going to set the password, or will I have to take care of that?"

No response. Huh. Figures.

"Oi! Mermaid-lady! "

Yes. Because I am that eloquent. HEY! I was angry! And tired. I tend to be a little more…eccentric…when I'm tired.

"What do you want, fire head?"

Well…looks like Miss Mermaid could also be crowned the queen of Prissyland. Nice to see what types of acquaintances I will be spending my time with this year. A bunch of hormonal apes and a bitchy mermaid.

"I want to change the bloody password, that's what I want!"

The mermaid snapped her eyes over to me immediately, narrowing them and glaring. Oooooo….scary…NOT. My death glare waaay outshines that pitiful excuse for anger. I figured I should treat her to some real "scare" lessons…so I shot one of my death glares back at her. Yeah..she shivered and backed away. I'm so bad, I even scare portraits.

"Wh-what—password would you—l-like?

I smirked (oh how Slytherin of me), stared at James, and then said..

"The password should be….James Potter's wand is exceedingly small!"

HA BLOODY HA. That should show the git. His (and the rest of the Marauders') eyes snapped up immediately to meet my smirking face. James looked at me in astonishment while the other three Marauders started cracking up, rolling on the floor laughing. Yeah…I'm gooood.

"LILY! How could you! My wand size is extremely adequate, thank you very much!"

"James, I think I would know, considering your…reaction on the train today…you still owe me for that one, by the way."

The Marauders stopped laughing and gaped at me. I suddenly realized what they would have insinuated from that little remark. Damn. Time for damage control.

"No you bloody idiots! I didn't mean it like that! I take it your…excited…friend didn't tell you what happened in our compartment, when you bloody gits basically forced me to sit on his lap? No, well now you know!"

And the laughter continued. I think I offended James a bit though, because he dragged me into the dormitory and all but threw me on the couch, slamming the door in his friends' faces.

"What the hell Lily? I told you not to tell!"

"Oh relax, James. It's not like I told the entire world…they're your friends…and I'm pretty sure Remus figured out what was happening anyways!"

"Fine…I guess you're forgiven Lils…"

"YAY! Now let's go see our rooms…from what this common room looks like, they're going to be amazing!"

I jumped off the couch and raced up the stairs to my room, almost breaking down the door in my haste.

"OH. MY. GOD. James you have to see this! It's great, wonderful, perfect! Wow."

He ran up the stairs behind me and plowed me into the ground. Oh how the girls of Hogwarts would be ripping out their hair with envy. I, meanwhile, was not so pleased.

"James! Get the bloody hell off me!"

"Sorry Lily-kins! Didn't mean to, promise!"

"Lily..kins?"

"Yeah…I figured you needed a nickname."

Hmm…my dad called me Lily-kins…but I guess it should be fine for James to call me that too…

"Ok..Lily-kins is fine…only…my dad calls me Lily-kins too!"

"Well, I am grateful to share such a huge part in your personal affairs, Lily-kins…now let's go before we're late to breakfast…A growing boy needs his food!"

"Growing my arse. You're already 6 bloody feet tall. Grow anymore and you'll turn into a giant. Or…you know…a mountain troll might be more fitting.."

"Tsk tsk Lily…how you wound my poor ego!"

"Good..it's about time someone did."

I sauntered out of the room, leaving a dumbfounded James behind me. Ha. Bet he wasn't expecting that. OOOOH FOOOD! I'm a sucker for a good breakfast. Please excuse me while I proceed to tackle the breakfast table.