Potions flew by. I was pleased to realize I was yet again top of the class, not in a big headed cocky way – it was just something that I had always been proud of, me being Muggle born and that.

In Muggle Studies we looked at the function of a hot water bottle, and me, Holly Presnon and Harry Bayley were the only ones to find the lesson incredibly easy. Not that I did much, Evie was filling me in on the whole 'Peter and Jodie Fairclough' rumor.

Little Peter may have finally got himself a girlfriend, bless him. I loved all the Marauders, except James Potter of course, but there was something about Peter that I didn't like. He was so clingy and needy, I just wondered why the Marauders, have, and constantly do put up with him.

Defence Against the Dark Arts dragged through.

The absence of Remus was very obvious, and so James and him was all I thought about. Although Remus was physically ok, Dumbledore had let him have some time off school. Apparently the whole situation had messed him up badly. There were whispers of James' welfare, and Sirius had been allowed to see him. Evie told me about what Sirius had said after, James is getting better but probably needs another week to recover. He had broken his ribs and punctured a lung. It was quite serious, but Ol' Pomfrey was able to get him better in a short space of time.

I was still confused as to why I was missing the annoying toe rag, but I knew I wanted to see him soon. The rest of the school week flew by, until I was in the last lesson of the week, Divination.
"Omens are a powerful source of foretelling events…" I tuned out. Merlin, this lesson was shit. A piece of paper hit me on the head.

Seems like you're enjoying yourself. I've got some news, if you want to hear it.
Fel x

Go for it, anything to distract me from the wonders of Divination.
Lily x

A certain somebody is getting out of the Hospital Wing later. Evie says that Sirius says he wants to speak to you.
Fel x
ps. Harrison Porter is staring at you.

Have I done something wrong, I wonder why he wants to chat? Glad he's getting out. Not that I like him.
Lily x
ps. He's staring at Chelsea James behind me, you twat.

Probably to see if he's any closer to being allowed to snog you. You know full well he fancies the pants off of you. And of course. Sure. ;)
Fel x
ps. And that's why he's coming over to speak to you, is it? See you in the common room Lils.

I looked up. Harrison Porter was coming over.

Harrison Porter was a Ravenclaw, incredibly intelligent and equally gorgeous. He's also meant to be a great kisser, but i'll pretend I don't know that.

"Hey, Lily." He smiled at me. I just melted.

"Hi Harrison, everything ok?" I replied calmly. My insides were jelly.

"I'm very good thank you, Lil. You? I was wondering if…er… you were free this afternoon? We could have a walk or something while the weather's nice."

I looked at him.

"Or not, I don't really mind." I looked at him more. He turned and was about to walk away. SHIT. I had to say something!

"Wait! That would be lovely, actually. Meet at the great hall at four?" I smiled at him, and he walked over to me.

"Perfect." He was about an inch away from me, and I couldn't help but smile like an idiot. I turned and walked out of the room, and found myself skipping when I reached the common room.

"FILL ME IN." Felicity squealed. I told her what was happening tonight.

She laughed with glee, every girl in the school was dying to go on a date with Harrison. He had short black hair with a longer fringe, which he blow-dried backwards to the side. He was pale, but very muscular and had perfect skin. As Muggles say, I had pulled.

I checked the clock. 3:20. I had forty minutes to get myself ready, but I needed Evie to help me.

I walked into the common room again, where Evie and Sirius were kissing on the sofa.

"EVIE." She pulled away from him looking confused.

"Upstairs, now." I said firmly. Sirius pulled her back and they continued kissing. Merlin, Get a room. I walked over to where they were and physically dragged her off him.

"Merlin's beard, Evans, get off her." Sirius growled. Evie shrugged and reluctantly followed me upstairs.

"What's this all about, Lily." She seemed grumpy.

"Harrison Porter asked me on a date and I'm going in 35 minutes and I don't know what to wear."
Her mood changed.

"When was this?!" she looked outraged. She was beginning to really annoy me.

"Earlier in DADA. Can't you try and be happy for me? I'm sorry I dragged you off your boyfriend but I'm kind of in a dilemma here."
She rolled her eyes.

"Sometimes, Lily, you can be a fucking idiot." She stormed out. It was my turn to be outraged. How dare she say that to me? I'm about to go on a date with the hottest lad in the school, not to mention nicest, so how the hell can she call me an idiot for that. That does not represent my IQ level or anything to signify me being an idiot. So she can fuck right off.

I chose my shapely jeans and my floaty summery top (which just so happens to make my boobs look bigger.) I pinned two sides of my hair back and for once my hair looked more curly than frizzy, thank Merlin. I outlined my eyes in eyeliner to open them up a bit, and put on my robe. Evie was in the common room, I could hear her and Sirius talking. I opened the door and stormed through, swishing my hair in her face. Accidently of course.

4:02 the clock said.

Harrison was waiting by the doors. He was wearing a white t shirt which fitted perfectly against his torso, outlining each muscle discreetly. He wore his blue jeans which he rolled the bottoms up on, and wore navy converse. He looked simply divine.

"Hi Harrison." I subtley fluttered my eyelashes at him.

"Wow, Lily. You look beautiful." He looked at me in the eye, and I blushed.

"You don't look too bad yourself." He smiled, but it was followed by an awkward silence.

"So, shall we go then?" he reached out and held my hand. My tummy flipped.

"Sure." I grinned at him and squeezed his hand.

"So Headgirl are we? That's pretty cool." He said.

"Thanks. A lot of responsibilities now, though. Dumbledore and McGonagall keep needing talks with me about different things. I do like it though."

"Potter's meant to get out tonight. Do you know how he is?" he replied. Him and Potter got on quite well. Significantly well, actually, seeing as James usually hates anyone in a different house to him.

"Better, apparently. Evie said he could've come in today but Pomfrey wanted to keep him in longer." I spoke.

"Lily, can I tell you something?" he changed the subject. He held my other hand.

"Of course, you ok?" I asked.

"Lily, I know we barely speak, and when we do it's generally quite awkward. But I want you to know that I really like you." He looked at the floor.

This was random. We'd barely been speaking for five minutes. I didn't know what to say.

"Well… er… from what I know of you, I quite like you too." I smiled. He was beautiful.

He looked at me. He was taller than me, but in a good way. His eyes were a magnificent blue. He leant in closer. Oh Merlin, hes about to kiss me. He closed his eyes. I closed mine.

He kissed me. His lips were plush and soft, and they brushed against mine. I opened my mouth slightly and he opened his. He put his tongue inside my mouth, and it traced against mine. He lifted his hands to touch my face and I held his waist. I barely knew him, but this felt right for some reason. The rumours were right, he was a good kisser. We realized we were in full view of everyone, so we pulled away and walked over to a large tree. He pulled me onto his lap and we carried on kissing, getting deeper and deeper. This was unlike me, just to kiss whoever said they liked me. His tongue raced around my mouth and his hands dropped to my lower waist. He wasn't just a good kisser, he was a fantastic kisser.

"Harrison. Get the hell off her."

We snapped apart. Potter stood glaring at him. He had a large cut down his face.

"Potter." He replied. He got up and walked off.

What the hell.

WHAT THE HELL.

Harrison Porter had just kissed me, yet completely ditched me once Potter had come over. Why the hell was he glaring at me?

I stood up.

"Excuse me, Potter, but last time I checked, it wasn't any of your business who I kissed. And I'm pretty sure that remains the same as it is now." I was fuming.

"It bloody well is when he's kissing you for a bet."

"What the hell are you on about, Potter."

"Harrison Porter. Him, and his mates are having a bet at who could kiss the most girls. He doesn't like you, he just wanted to kiss you." I went as red as my hair was. My cheeks went hot.

"How do you know all this?" I stammered.

"Harry Bayley has made it pretty public news since Harrison kissed his girlfriend. Merlin, Lily. How didn't you know?" He looked at me. I could feel myself heating up.

I was such a fucking idiot. Evie was right. Was that what she was on about earlier? Potter offered me a hand up. I accepted it. I could feel my eyes welling up. No way was I going to cry in front of James Potter. He saw this and hugged me. He was the one who had nearly died and I was the one being hugged. I stuffed my face into his shoulder as my eyes went blurry from tears.

"Lil, I'm sorry. You needed to know, and I wasn't going to let that… ah… what was it? Toe rag, kiss you without you knowing what was going on." I smiled. In first year I had called him a toe rag, which he had never let go. I pulled away from him and wiped my eyes.

"Sorry for getting your top wet." I said. He smiled and shook his head, as if to say no worries.

"Well, cya, Lil."

"Cya, James." I smiled.