A/N

Faster update this time: I kept my promise.

I was debating whether I should make this serious or funny, and I decided to go with funny.

Sorry if you're disappointed...But I do enjoy trolling you guys. :P

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Lily stared down at herself, at a complete loss for words.

"What did you do!?" She exclaimed, as she jumped up. The liquid dripped onto her feet.

James Potter looked shock, then queasy, then a little afraid, "Holy Hippogriffs! I'm so sorry Lily! I didn't mean to—I swear! I was just thinking and suddenly I heard you—you scared me—so I instinctively attacked!"

Lily made an impatient noise in the back of her throat, "I wasn't even hurting you or anything—did you really have to throw your cup of fruit punch at me?! Merlin, this is gross—I'm gonna go clean up."

"What?" Potter replied blankly. "You know you can't leave right? This is the result for the question."

"Uh, I put Room of Requirement. This is the girls' dormitory…wait, this is the girls' dormitory! How on Earth did you get up here?!"

"You're not in the girls' dorm—you're in the Room of Requirement. It was the only one where a portkey wouldn't work so Sirius had to levitate your entire bed here."

"Don't be ridiculous!" It was all so impossible, "I'm a light sleeper—no way you got me here without me noticing."

"You sleep like an angelic pig, Evans. You know you snore and drool in your sleep?"

He was infuriating. Lily shrieked, "I don't snore, and I definitely do not drool! That's disgusting!"

"It's cute," Potter commented offhandedly.

Lily turned red with anger and embarrassment, "Don't call me cute," she sputtered out; suddenly she became rigid and calm again, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to the common room so I can get this stupid punch off my shirt."

And this puddle of drool on my sleeve, she noticed. Lily turned red again but pretended she saw nothing.

"...You know you can't leave right?"

"I knew it!" Lily sighed, furrowing her brow, "I'm stuck here, aren't I? I don't even know what to say! How can you be so inconsiderate of other people's feelings?! You can't just lock people into places whenever you want to! I will never understand why you have so many admirers, Potter, because from what I'm seeing, you're just an inconsiderate, arrogant, foolish, toerag! You know, I really thought you would've matured by now—but nooo, seven years and you're still the child you were years ago. We're almost adults, Potter, yet you still choose to act like an immature kid, playing pranks on people, thinking the whole world revolves around you! When school ends, you'll need to get a job and start working, you have to grow up! What's more, there's a war coming! You've read the newspapers, you know about all the killings—and while people are dying out there, you're here, having 'fun', and that disgusts me! When you actually go out there—when you experience—the real world, I hope you'll finally realize the error of your ways—though from where I'm sitting, I don't see the change happening anytime soon, and I predict that you will still be the insufferable boy that you are, and frankly, that worries me!"

James stared at her, and before long, a grin gathered on his face. The only words that seemed to have penetrated his mind were the last ones Lily said. James smiled widely. "You worry about me?"

A little. Lily thought.

"Not at all," Lily said.

"This. Is. Officially. The. Worst. Day. Ever." Lily was lying on her back on the soft carpet, "There is absolutely nothing to do here—and would you stop playing with that thing!?"

James had let go of his golden snitch again, and before it could fly off, he reached out and snatched it back, grinning as the tiny silver wings flapped desperately against his palm. "It's called a snitch, dear. And are you daft or something? We're in the Room of Requirement—just ask for what you want and you'll get it—like a book or something."

"…I knew that, Potter."

He snickered.

She blushed.

"I'm bored."

"You said it yourself—it's the Room of Requirement—ask for something."

"I'm hungry."

"Well ask for food."

"The Room can't create food—it's one of Gamp's Laws of Ele—"

"Gamp's Laws of Elemental Transfiguration—I know, Potter." She huffed angrily. James thinking that he knew more than her about Transfiguration had struck a nerve and she was beginning to feel annoyed.

"Are you hungry?"

"No." Lily replied shortly.

Her stomach growled.

James laughed loudly. "Let's go get food!"

"I just said, Potter, that—"

"One, I said that. Two, we're getting food, not creating it. Three, don't say it's impossible because I'm James Potter and I can do anything!"

"I'm not hungry."

"Your stomach growled. Let's go."

"We can't leave this Room."

"Technically we won't be leaving this room…we're expanding it?"

"No."

"Please?" He gave her puppy eyes.

Lily quivered. "No."

"Please?" He jut out his bottom lip and pouted.

Lily trembled. "N-no."

"Please?" He clasped his hands together under his chin.

"Oh fine! But only so you'll shut up." Lily added.

He squealed very much like an eight-year-old who had just been told that homework had been banned in the entire world.

Shrieking like a maniac, he threw his arms in the air as a door appeared to his left. Without a backwards glance, he ran through.

Lily sighed, smiled, and followed.

"What is this place?"

"The Hog's Head—you know, in Hogsmeade?"

Lily gasped. "We're in Hogsmeade? We left Hogwarts? Oh, we're going to be in so much trouble! Potter, why didn't you tell me that we were leaving Hogwarts? How DID we leave Hogwarts?"

"I was hungry, Lily. And sit down. I've asked Aberforth to bring us some biscuits and pudding. Oh, and the Hog's Head is magically connected to the Room. You can't leave the Hog's Head because technically it's still 'part' of the Room."

She was quite full. Stuffed.

Who would've thought that one day Lily Evans would sit with James Potter at a table in Hogsmeade during school hours?

"Ohh, I'm going to explode!" James groaned.

"Good."

"Come on, Lily, stop being a killjoy—admit that was delicious and stop being so stubborn—you're ruining the date."

"IT'S NOT A DATE, POTTER."

He grinned, rubbing his belly. "A boy can dream."

Day two.

My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations, Lily read.

She sighed. It was so beautiful. She wanted an Augustus someday.

Lily looked up. Stupid James was playing with that snitch again.

Sighing once more, she leaned backwards into the door. To her immense surprise, the door fell open and Lily tumbled out into the hallway.

"I'm FREE!" She yelled. "Clutching The Fault in Our Stars, she excitedly ran back to the common room, not even remembering James.

Everyone was already there.

"Lily!" the girls yelled, "Where have you been?! Ever since the spell wore off yesterday we've been looking for you everywhere!"

"Yesterday! What!" And suddenly, it struck her, "Oh my god, Potter tricked me! He told me—he said—today—not yet—yesterday—gahhh! I can't believe I snuck into Hogsmeade with him!"

"You went out with James?! A date!? Oh my god!" Marlene squealed.

"It wasn't a date! And I only did it to survive—I needed food. I was stuck in that Room for two days! Well—I thought I was. I'm so stupid! I just assumed—I didn't even check the door!"

"Maybe you didn't want to check the door because you loved being stuck in a room with James Potter."

"Oh, please, I'd never love being around him."

Sure you wouldn't, Lily's conscience whispered evilly, Sure you wouldn't.

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