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The months passed by quickly and Lily tried hard to forget about what had happened between her and Potter. She had managed to convince herself that the food had somehow made her dilusional!
One day in November, at lunch, Lily, Daphne, Marcia and Sabrina sat on the hill that overlooked the lake, eating their lunches. It was surprisingly warm for a November day.
“Girls, I just remembered something! The first night back, when I went to look for Lils here, I walked down the stairs to the Common Room, and I don’t know what I was interrupting but Lily and Potter were standing somewhat close to each other with guilty expressions on their faces,” said Marcia wickedly, but randomly. Daphne, who was drinking, starting choking. Sabrina, who was holding her sandwich, dropped it.
“What?” asked Sabrina.
“I walked in on Lily and Potter doing Merlin knows what. I’m not exactly sure what, but they did look rather suspicious,” replied Marcia grinning wickedly. Lily rolled her eyes.
“You’re desperate to get Potter and I together aren’t you?” she asked Marcia.
“I used to be desperate, but now, I’m being patient. I’m just going to watch the love unfold,” she said casually. Lily snorted.
“Whatever you say,” she said, trying not to sound guilty.
“Or whatever I know. And look who’s coming towards us now? Ah the irony,” sighed Marcia. Sure enough, the Marauders were walking towards them. Lily’s heart started beating fast.
“Hey Red,” called Sirius. Lily smiled and waved.
“Evans, McGonagall wants to see us. I guess it has something to do with Head Student duties,” said James. Lily sighed heavily.
“Fine,” she said, trying not to sound excited. “I’ll be back soon girls, don’t let anything get to my food, including the bugs,” she joked, getting up.
Her friends giggled, and said, “Fine,” with fake smiles on their faces.
Lily rolled her eyes. “Where’s Professor McGonagall Potter?” she called over her shoulder.
“Her office,” said James, his eyebrows raised as they started walking along the grass. “Where else would she be?” he asked.
“I don’t know, maybe in the Front Hall?” she replied as they walked towards the great oak doors.
“Whatever you say,” said James.
“You’re beginning to sound like me. Stop doing that,” she said coldly as they drew nearer towards the castle.
“Don’t worry my dear, I have my own witty sayings. I don’t need hand-me-downs thank you very much. I mean, why would James Potter need anything used?” he flattered himself. Lily snorted.
“Get a life Potter,” spat Lily. She went to open the doors, but James opened it for her. She shot him a look of daggers, despite her blush. Lily stepped inside and blinked, trying to adjust her eyes from the bright outdoors to the dim indoors. They climbed the steps quietly, and walked down the hallway quietly. Then they climbed more steps, and walked down another hallway silently. They walked silently for a while until finally, Lily couldn’t stand it anymore.
“So um, there doesn’t seem to be anyone inside today,” she commented.
“Nope, it’s a beautiful day outside,” said James. Lily nodded and fell silent again. "Evans, why did you ignre me for the past month?" James asked randomly. Lily took a deep breath and blew out.
"I don't know, I was shocked with myself I guess," she replied. James nodded and fell silent. Finally, after another awkward pause, they reached Professor McGonagall’s office.
“Hello?” asked Lily as she opened the door. Noone was in the room except for a gray tabby. “Oh hello Ma’am,” said Lily as she stepped into the room, holding the door for James to walk in. They walked to the front of the class and sat down at the middle desks, in front of the tabby cat. The cat pounced and instantly turned into a woman in her late 50’s with emerald green robes and her dark hair pulled in a tight bun. She had square glasses, the same shape as the markings around the eyes of her tabby.
“Hello Ms. Evans, Mr. Potter. Thank you for coming. Well then, don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. I just wanted to speak to you about an idea that Professor Dumbledore has thought up,” she said.
“What type of idea?” asked Lily.
“Professor Dumbledore thought that it would be a fun idea to have a Christmas dance. Preferably before the students leave for the break,” she replied.
“But it’s already November 7th! Don’t the students leave the third week of December, when is this dance going to take place?” asked Lily.
“Yes I know, but hopefully, you and Mr. Potter will work hard to pull this idea off,” continued the professor. Lily could have sworn she saw the teacher’s mouth twitch.
“Well, do you or Professor Dumbledore have any ideas for the dance, besides it being a Christmas dance?” asked James.
“Well, we want to host it on the night before the students leave for the holidays. Opened to only 5th years and up. We have decided that 1 to 4th years aren’t quite old enough for a dance. But they will be occupied in the mean time. Don’t worry, you don’t have to worry about that. Now what we’re asking you two to do is to pick a theme, choose the time, to book the band, make notices for the notice boards, schedule a prefects meeting and inform the prefects of the dance and all the little extras you’d like to put in. Ms. Evans did you write that all down?” asked McGonagall, as Lily had pulled out a piece of parchment and quill and was writing this all down.
“I think so. I have: pick theme, choose time, book band, make notices, prefects meeting inform about dance and extras,” replied Lily as she read through her list.
“Yes that’s all. Now, any questions?” asked the Professor.
“Yes, do the students need dates?” asked James, Lily’s head snapped up from her list.
“Well, that’s one of the things we want you to organise aswell,” replied McGonagall. Lily breathed in deeply before adding it to her list. “Any other questions?” she asked again.
“No,” replied Lily, James shook his head.
“Well then, you are excused. Please start planing this soon, but I have complete faith in you two to know that it will be a success,” said Professor McGonagall. Lily and James got up and walked towards the door, Lily smiled at her professor before walking out the door. James nodded and walked out aswell.
“So, a dance,” said Lily.
“Yep. It’ll be interesting to plan,” responded James.
“Yes, I’m sure you will become more responsible with this responsibility,” said Lily smiling, as she quoted James’s comment from the train.
“Now who’s copying who?” smirked James.
“Yes but I was ‘quoting’. There’s a difference,” replied Lily, putting her nose in the air and her hands on her hips, walking past James to pretend to act like an unimpressed diva.
“Still makes you a prissy show-off, know-it-all,” joked James. Lily turned around, her mouth opened in a shocked smile. Then she closed her mouth and gave James a wicked look.
“Oh that’s it,” she said quietly. “You’re going down,” James starred at her stunned.
Then he smiled and said, “Not if you can’t catch me,” and ran off down the hallway.
“James Potter, come back here and apologise! Or at least let me get you when I say you’re going down!” she called after him, chasing him down the hallway.
“What? I’m sorry, I can’t hear you! What did you say?” he called back laughing. Lily laughed too.
“Oh my, is that a flaw in the great James Potter? You can’t hear me? Oh no, that’s terrible,” she cried, still chasing him.
“I don’t have any flaws!” he yelled back, before running into an empty classroom. Lily stopped at the door, panting.
“And you call yourself modest,” she said grinning as she walked in.
“Of course I’m modest. I’m just less modest then most,” he replied, panting aswell as he sat on a desk.
“Oh now I understand,” she said smiling.
“Of course you do! Nothing James Potter says is not understandable,” he said, jumping off of the desk.
“Right,” said Lily. James walked up to her, looming over her somewhat.
“I’m always right,” he said grinning.
“Oh yes, definitely less modest then others,” said Lily, moving closer.
“Exactly,” said James, moving closer aswell.
“But then you’re not the highest,” challenged Lily as James put his arms around her.
“True. What can I do to fix that then?” he asked.
“Well, you can kiss me,” suggested Lily.
“I like your ideas,” complimented James as he leaned forward.
“So do I,” whispered Lily, before their lips met.
A/N: Okay, this one's fixed! I know! *review plz* The summary sucks! *review plz* I rly couldn't think of what else *review plz* to say! Oh and review plz!
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