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LOVE & BROOMSTICKS by StepUpx_Gryffindor

Format: Novel
Chapters: 35
Word Count: 216,870
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Humor, Romance, Young Adult
Characters: Lupin, Sirius, F. Longbottom, Lily, James, Pettigrew, OC
Pairings: James/Lily, Sirius/OC, Other Pairing

First Published: 07/23/2006
Last Chapter: 03/09/2015
Last Updated: 03/09/2015


You know what I hate? Having James Potter as your playmate as a child, & then having him turn into an egotistical pig as soon as we both set foot in Hogwarts. All the jokes, teasing, cat-calling... I can't stand it! I can't stand him. James Potter may have that devlishly handsome grin going for him, but I'm not falling for it! I've survived him for 5 years & I'm sure I can make it through my Sixth Year without him... I think?

Chapter 9: Nude Discovery In The Boys' Dormitory

Author's Note: yeehaa!!!! I'm so happy to present chapter nine to everyone! I'm going to get started on the tenth chappie in a little while. I don't know about you, but i've been really busy with school and everything. i hope you like this chappie!

My eyes flutter open. And as soon as they do, I feel all the muscles in my body ache. My head feels like it’s been running a marathon around Great Britain. I feel someone behind me and I tense up immediately. His hands are wrapped around my waist and we’re lying down on the couch in the common room. But, for the first time ever, I’m not panicking over the fact that James and I fell asleep on the couch. I’m panicking over the fact that we’re in the common room…And if you haven’t noticed, THE COMMON ROOM IS PUBLIC.

I’m in a position where James is lying next to me and I’m almost leaning over the couch. I would just like to say this position is very awkward. Or embarrassing. I haven’t decided yet. I can tell that while we were asleep, we shifted, because his head is on my shoulder and the way he’s leaning on me is pulling my top down low. Dangerously low. The ‘cleavage’ bearing part of the halter top is being pulled down and you can see where my bra is from that point. I make an effort to pull my hand out from around James’s waist (I don’t know HOW it got there), and I blush in the process. Man, this is awkward. And now, as if a slideshow movie has invaded my mind, parts of last night’s party are playing in my head. How James beat a good deal of crap out of Diggory. How Jessica comforted me. How I ruined the party for everyone. I can’t believe I went with that jerk.

Oh, no. I hate to say this, but James was right. Diggory went out with me for reasons that were not so innocent. Personal gain, I think, is what you call it. I know I said that James and Diggory were no different before the party happened, but that was because I didn’t know how Diggory was.

My hand is half way there…
If I could just tug-

Uh, oh. He stirs in his sleep and unconsciously slides his hand farther down below my waist, say, my ass? I inwardly glare at him, but then I stop. He’s not doing this on purpose. He’s not Diggory. What he did for me…

Was just unexplainable. Perhaps that’s why I’m trying so hard not to wake him? I mean, in any other case I wouldn’t be hesitant to throw him off the couch, or into the fire place. But I have no idea now why I’m trying not to wake him. Respect, I guess? I’m sure you’ve noticed the name change. I’m going to be calling him from his first name from now on. Only because I have a little bit of respect back for him. It’s my thing, when I call people by their first names. It’s like my sign of respect. And only in my mind. I am not calling him by his first name in public, or even out in the open. That would be a completely nutty thing to do. Even for me. That’s just pushing it.


All of a sudden, I feel a big pang of pain in my left temple. Oh, my headache. Right. I forgot about that. Damn. My first hang over. Is this pain supposed to be there? Or, all over, to be exact? I have to stop asking myself so many questions.

I finally get my arm free, and I try to pull my halter top up, so my entire mid-chest isn’t showing. Because, heaven knows, that’s all I need right now. I look at James while I’m doing this, so if I sense a motion of discomfort, I can stop, and wait until he’s comfortable again to make another move. I want to try to get up from this couch and make my way upstairs, actually. That way no one in Gryffindor would have to SEE this. As if they didn’t see enough last night. I tilt my head to look at him. He looks like a kid when he sleeps.

GAH! Lily, snap out of it!

Oh, my poor head. No more snapping, please! Lily can’t take it…

I wonder, after this, will things change between us? Hah, listen to me. I must be exaggerating. There is no ‘us’. Well, no, of course not, silly Lily Evans! That kind of ‘us’ isn’t what I really meant. I tell this to my conscience aka man inside my head. I mean, sure, after everything that happened something is bound to change. But that’s what I’m afraid of. It took me quite a while to settle in with the change when we first came to Hogwarts. I don’t want another change. I don’t like things to be different.

Wait; let me edit that last part.

I don’t like things to be different when I’m comfortable. I’m fine the way I am. James is just going to go back to his clan and I’ll go back to my girls, like nothing ever happened. That’s simple enough, right?

I know I can’t pretend this didn’t happen. It did. And I’m trying to find a way to deal with it. For some reason, last night I wanted to be with James. I think because when we were younger, I went to him when I was crying. But the only way I would have ever slept next to James would have been if I had a serious amount of liquor in my system. My complements go out to fire whiskey.

Right now, I’m just tired and I really wanna get out of this mess. Last night was something that just came unexpectedly, and I just have to take it that way, no strings attached. Like the man says, expect the unexpected.

I’m now almost in a sitting position. If I could just, OH- !


This isn’t good for my brain! All this motion. Hearing myself fall from the couch didn’t sound very great. And it didn’t feel great either. My eyes widen, and I beg myself not to, but I can’t do anything else. I turn my head on the spot and throw up all over the carpet.

If I could just find the inconsiderate bastard that recited the quote, ‘expect the unexpected,’ I could dig Emma’s heels down his throat. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.


Now, it’s bad to throw up on your common room’s carpet. But, it’s even worse to fall asleep two seconds later, no matter how exhausted you are.

I, for one, have learned this lesson brutally.

“Hello, there!” Sirius says, waking me up. He has this obnoxious grin on his face. I’m startled to find him so close to me.

“AH! Oh, Sirius, you’re such a creeper!” I manage to spit out, before I rest my head on the carpet again.

“You’re lucky it’s a six o’clock on a Saturday, Evans! Because if it weren’t, Gryffindor’s entire student body would see you sprawled on the floor next to your own throw up.”

This kicks the gears in my brains immediately and I get up, well, try to get up quickly. I completely forgot about my plan to go up the stairs! That was the whole point of getting off the couch. So no one would see this mess. Why did I forget that so quickly? Man, this hangover is pulling my brain in all different directions. It’s altering my memory. IT’S ALTERING MY MEMORY, I SAY!

I sound like Professor Slughorn.

“Sirius, did anyone come down here?!” I say, panicking, not only would they see two very, very different people suspiciously in the same room, but my vomit would be there for the whole world to see!

“Luckily, no. I cleaned up that disgusting mess next to your face five minutes ago.”

Why does that scare me?

"Sirius, when did you get here?"

"Five minutes ago."

Well, then.

“Here, drink this,” he says to me. He hands me a cup full of cold water. I roll my eyes.

“Sirius, you of all people know the myths of hangover cures. Drinking ice water isn’t going to drain the alcohol from my system.” I close my eyes and rest my head on the carpet with the glass next to me. Sirius gets up from the carpet and sits in the armchair opposite me.

“I know that, Evans.” This time he rolls his eyes. He rests his elbows on his knees. “I’m giving it to you to awaken your senses a little bit. You know, to get you to open your eyes; which seems to be a problem for you at the moment.”

“Really? I haven’t noticed.” I drink all the water in one shot. That feels damn good. Ah, cold water.

“Let me help you up to the dormitory, Evans.”


He sighs. “Don’t be difficult.”

“I can do it myself, you mutt!”

He barks a laugh. “Wow. Of all the things you could have called me…”

“What?” I ask defensively.

“Nothing,” Sirius replies, shaking his head. “Let’s get you up there.”

I hear James make a noise. “Keep your voice down, you’re going to wake him!”

“You honestly know nothing about Prongs if you think he can be easily woken,” he chuckles. “The only think that can wake him up is movement, or feeling.”

I turn to look the other way to cover up the red in my cheeks.

“Up you go.” He rises from the armchair.

“No, Sirius.”

“Evans. I have force. I have a sober mind. And I have a handsome face. Those are three things you lack.”

“Hey- !”

“-And I’m going to use them against you.”

“I really don’t need your help,” I whine. “I can do it myself.”

He doesn’t listen to me. He lifts me up quickly, making my head spin, resulting in motion sickness. He puts my arm over his shoulders and he hoists me up. I try to walk over to the stairs but I trip and almost fall. He catches me just in time and says, “Come on, now. Try to walk.”

“Why are you doing this?” I ask bluntly.


“Because, what?” Sirius and I head towards the boys’ stairs. “Whoa, back up. Where are we going?”

“Up the dormitory.”

“Who’s dormitory?” I ask wearily.

“You didn’t expect me to help you up to your four-poster bed, did you?”

“You’re going to hide me in the boys’ Sixth Year dormitory?!”

“Well, no.”

I’m hesitant as I take the first step toward my doom. “I’m not hiding you anywhere. I’m giving you a bed to rest on. I’ll wake you up before the guys wake up. That should give you enough time to sober up a bit. No offense, but Fluffy, the three headed dog, looks better than you do right now.”

I mumble something incoherent and take another step up the stairs.

“I am well aware I look like crap, Mr. Black-”

“Oh, please don’t call me Mr. Black-” He grimaces.

“But thanks for the reassurance-”

“Only McGonagall- Minnie, calls me that. And it reminds me of bad encounters I’ve had with her every time someone calls me that. Scary events involving getting caught come running into my mind. I don’t know about you, but trying to get rid of McGonagall from your mind isn’t that easy.”

There’s silence while we reach the door to the dormitory. I call him Mr. Black again and he scolds me. So…I say it again.

“Mr. Black.”

“You’re going to go flying down the stairs if you don’t stop.”


I stick out my tongue. He rolls his eyes and opens the door. “You still didn’t answer my question,” I point out.


“Why are you doing this?”

“You mean helping you out?”

“Uh-huh.” My voice rises in decibels. I’m getting impatient…

He shushes me as not to wake up the boys and leads me farther into the room. “Don’t shush me,” I say a little too loud. “Shut up, Lily! You’re mentally unstable,” he whispers. “Humph.” I pout my lips out.

How rude.

“I made a promise to some one a long time ago that I’d take care of you when you’d need it,” Sirius says, answering my question.

“Oh.” My mind just went blank.

He takes me to what I'm guessing would be his bed. “Good thing our beds are in the back side of the room. The others won’t hear much.” He uses ‘our’ as a symbol for the marauders, I’m assuming. “I need to sleep in his bed, not yours,” I tell him.

I see a little glint in his eye as he doesn’t ask why. The corner of his mouth rises up just a smidge. He pulls me over to the bed next to him; no doubt it’s James’s. It takes me a minute before I realize what Sirius is thinking. “Don’t get the wrong idea,” I begin. “There’s a logical reason why I chose Potter’s bed.” He frowns as he hears me call James by his surname.

“People have to think that Potter actually went to bed last night. If I take a nap in yours and not his, then the guys will see that Potter didn’t come back up here last night. What will they say if they find his bed made? I don’t really wanna deal with all that. If they see his bed looking like it’s been slept in, they they’ll just drop it, and nothing will get started. That way, no suspicion arises from this. I’m sure there’s already enough gossip traveling around Hogwarts. This just makes it simpler.”

I just noticed that I’m kind of helping out James. I mean, I meant what I said about the logical reasoning thing. It’s true. But I just realized that I’m helping James a little bit too. Well, him and me both really. We’re unfortunately both in this. The gossip is going to start as soon as the sun comes up. The people at the party only saw James having a go at Diggory and me crying in a corner hugging Jess, not the whole story. I’m sure people are gonna assume what they want from what they saw. No need show more into it. I’m just gonna try and make things easier. I could just see the headlines on a tabloid if people found out that James and I fell asleep on the couch together. EXCLUSIVE: THE RED HEAD AND THE GRYFFINDOR CHASER…CAUGHT CUDDLING ON POLYESTER?

Yeah, NO.

I get under the covers. It smells like Old Spice and Axe body spray.

I try to ignore the scent as I turn back to Sirius. “Oh,” he says. He obviously didn’t think of this the way I did.

This Axe spray and Old spice are very… interesting…

“Well, what about your bed? Aren’t the girls going to say something about that?”

After six years you’d think he’d know a thing or two about Jessica Finelly.

“I’m sure Jess is taking care of it.”

“How do you know?”

“Sirius. She’s my partner in crime. Who do you think lead the operation for hanging you upside down from Potter’s roof?” I burn my head in the pillow to cover up the smile on my face. And also because I don’t fancy a look at Sirius’s face right now. Hah. I still can’t believe I did that. Mrs. Jenkins must’ve had a fun time talking about that with the neighborhood senior citizens. She has this little rat pack of middle aged (or fully aged) women. It reminds me of the show Sex and The City. They always come over her house to talk neighborhood gossip once and while.

Oh, Mrs. Jenkins, if only you could see me now.

I bury my head farther into the pillow. You know it’s really hard for me to fall asleep when this bed smells like a combination of… of… Oh, God. NOTHING SMELLS LIKE THIS.

I hear Sirius talking but I don’t catch any of it. I snap out of my trance and cut him off. “Let me sleep, please.” He mumbles about waking me up in an hour or two. “Uh-huh, sure,” I respond. I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s really hard to comprehend things when your pillow smells like heaven…

*falls asleep*

_one hour later_

Sirius tries to wake me up. I threaten him with Emma’s heels that are lying on the ground next to me. He backs off for about two seconds and tries to wake me up again. “God damn it, Sirius!” I whisper. “Don’t piss me off when I’m sleepy. Wait till I’m awake. That way you can use your marauder skills to torture me. You’re good at that.”

He pokes me in the cheek, just for the fun of it, I’m sure, and I grumble. He gets on his knees and puts a hand on my shoulder and tries to shake me. I’m about to insult him but he beats me and speaks first. “It’s been an hour or so since you’ve come up here and I think you might wanna leave now. I’ve sure you can make it up the girls’ staircase now that you’ve rested a bit.”

I feel a little guilty for snapping at him. Wait.

Wait a minute…


The guilt has officially passed.

I lift my head from the pillow and prop myself on my elbows. “Why would I want to leave right now? Why not later?” I ask with my eyes half open. I’m still tired even though my head doesn’t hurt as much as it did before. But if they were open, they’d be pleading. Trust me. “Don’t freak out,” he warns me.

Should I be worried? Why would he warn me not to freak out?

As if I’m known for freaking out! Er- well, okay. I might be known for that. But I’m known for other things too. I have hidden talents, people! Little man inside my head knows, and he agrees with me.

“Um, Okay.”

I give him a suspicious look as I say this. He sighs and looks at me straight in the face. “Well, I have to wake you now because if you stay here then you might find a not so pretty sight, for you and for everybody else.” He reads the quizzical look on my face. “If the guys start waking up, they’ll see you. And that can bring havoc. Not to mention the fact that some are already awake-”

I take my hand and yank his collar. I pull him towards me in a fluid motion. See? A hidden talent of mine! “Already awake?” I question in my dangerous voice. Sirius’s eyes bulge. His face has ‘don’t kill me’ written all over it.

I’ve grown to ignore things like this.

“You said you wouldn’t freak out!”

“That was before I knew that some of them woke up. Sirius, what if they saw me?”

“Don’t worry, I was up here the whole time. And when I heard the ruffling of sheets and blankets I tried to get the guys back to sleep. I actually tried to sing to some of the boys. I just tried singing that muggle lullaby. One of them actually sucked his thumb. I’m pretty sure I messed up some line in that lullaby too. Does the cradle fall out of the tree when the spider gets washed down the drain?”

I spoke him hard in the chest. “Now is NOT the time!”

“Okay, fine! Anyway, I tried to get them back to sleep but some of them just woke up. I couldn’t stop them. The guys went straight to the toilets. Good thing we have stalls, because it was pretty ugly. At least I got to use the bathroom while they were throwing up, so they didn’t see me. Not that they’d be able to notice anything anyway. They’re still hung over from last night. And it was like a movie, how they just flushed the toilets at the same time. Good thing I got the hint and flushed too. Hah, synchronized flushes-”

“Sirius, stay focused!” I slap his cheek a little to keep him in line. “Oh, right. Sorry. Well, I didn’t notice until I got out of the stall to wash my hands that some of them were- uh…”

“Yes?” I can tell he’s avoiding saying it out loud.

He tries to explain to me using hand motions. Sirius’s face gets contorted in a weird way, like he ate something bitter. I squint my eyes and follow his motions. I get a rush of remembrance. He’s hand gesturing to me just like my neighbor Mr. Di Angeli did. I inhale and exhale through my nose, my lips pursed. I take Sirius’s hands and put them down. “We’re not getting any younger, here!”

“Um, naked.” He swallows a big lump in his throat. I’m taken aback. I blink in surprise.

“Why in the hell would they be naked?!”

“Some of them tried to take a shower, but they didn’t make it in time. They rushed straight to the toilets. There’s a big pile of clothes in the bathroom. Only one or two are in their pajama pants.”

I gulp. “How many are there?” I sit up from the bed in panic.

“Oh, not many…”

“Sirius Black, if you don’t-”

“Seven!” he answers quickly.


“Yes, seven of them.”

“I’m going to kill you!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault! You think it was easy for me to see some of my best mates nude? I’M SCARRED FOR LIFE.”

“Why didn’t you wake me earlier?”

He gives me an impossible look. “I tried, you mean little redhead!”

I narrow my eyes.

“Great, now how do I get out of here?”

“Don’t worry, I think it’s okay to just walk out of here. Just wait for me to tell you when it’s safe.”

“How can you be so sure?” I ask skeptically.

“You think Sirius Black doesn’t know his own roommates?” He raises one eyebrow.

“Stop talking in third person.”

“The rest of them are asleep and they won’t wake up until another hour or so. The only reason these seven guys are up is because they’re hurling in the bathroom. And they’re still in there. This happens every morning after a party.”

“What if they come out and see me, though?”

“I thought that too, but I found out the hard way that they’re still too smashed and delusional to make out figures and shapes clearly.”

I hear a flush.

“Oh, boy.”

“It’s okay, Evans. Everything’s going to be fine. Just keep inhaling Prongs’ scent…”

“Alright, well- WHAT?” I gasp. He covers my mouth and snickers. “They might have blurred vision, but they’re not deaf. Keep your voice down,” he tells me.

“Why would I be inhaling his scent?!” I ask.

“Well, how else could you explain your sudden attraction to his linens?”

I hear another flush.

I can feel the heat radiating off my face. I can’t do this all at once. I can’t argue with Sirius right now. What, with all the naked guys in the next room and all. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Really? You seemed very at home under his covers. I could hear you sniffing his duvet.”

“I was not sniffing.”

Make me sound like a drug addict, why don’t you.

“Oh, come on. You were practically snogging his pillow.”

“I was not-!” I begin to yell, but he cups his hand over my mouth yet again. That’s really starting to bug me.

Nothing but dead silence.

I hear footsteps. They’re from the other side of the bathroom door. I hear the footsteps getting louder. Does that mean it’s getting closer? AH!

I hear another flush and then a big bang, followed by the turning on of a shower.

“Don’t move.” Sirius gets up and heads for the toilets.

As if I could move anyway. I don’t go around prancing thought the boys’ dormitory to sneak a glance at naked guys, thank-you-very-much. I’m terrified right now. And Sirius is scaring me. Sirius shields his eyes with one hand, and opens the door with the other. He’s in there for about five minutes and comes back out.

“It’s clear,” he says, relieved. “Most of them are still throwing up, and the others are passed out cold on the floor. You can go.”

“The running water?”

“Oh, it was nothing. It turns out that Jonathan Michaels tripped and landed in a shower. His foot turning on the hot water. And let me tell you, he seems to be in pain. He’s one of them who are naked. Ouch, it hurts me just thinking about it.” He shivers and crossed his legs in a weird way. Like, he thinks I’m gonna hit him in between his legs or something. Hah, I would definitely pretend to hit him if I could just see that funny face again.

But I stop stifling laughter long enough to comprehend was Sirius just said. “Jonathan Michaels?! I have potions with that guy! This is so awkward. I’m a room away from seeing him stark naked, and he doesn’t even know it. Hell, I didn’t even know it! I can never look at him the same way again. How am I supposed to strike up a conversation the next time I se him? ‘Hey, Jon, I almost saw your privates the other day’?”

I think NOT.

“You’ll get over it. At least you didn’t share a room with him for six years and then live to see this. Come on, lets get you outta here.”

I nod and get up, not mumbling a word. I notice immediately that I can walk straight. Sirius seems to have taken notice too.

“Hey, you can walk. You must have sobered up.”

“Yeah,” I scoff. “I think the panic attack scared the alcohol out of my body. But I still feel extremely tired. My head doesn’t hurt as much though.”

“You have red bags under your eyes,” Sirius points out.

“Shut up.”

“Not a good look, really. It matches with your hair-”

“Mr. Black.”

His eyes turn into slits. “Is there ever a time where you don’t contort your face in complete dislike when someone calls you that?”

“Nope. Well, when Minnie says it, it doesn’t actually bother me. I kind of get excited. I don’t really know why. But it’s when other people say it when it really bugs me. It’s like when you and a friend have an inside joke between the two of you and when you hear someone else talk about it, it just sounds wrong.”

“I can’t believe you call Ms. McGonagall that.” I shake my head in playful disappointment. Sirius and I reach the end of the stairs. James is still sleeping. He has all the pillows around him and looks like he’s very comfortable. I wonder if the couch is going to smell like his bed when he leaves it. I should come down here and smell if it-

Why did I just think that?!


I’m stuck in an uncomfortable moment with Sirius as we just stare at James and at each other.

“So,” I say.


“Alright, well thanks for everything, it means a lot to me.” I mean every word. I lightly hug him.

He nods and says, “No problem.”

I turn quickly to get up the stairs but stop short and turn around again. I ask him, “What about the guys in the bathroom?”

“I got it covered.” He smiles. “I tried to lay towels over the poor fellows that didn’t have any clothes. I did it before I came out of the bathroom to tell you it was clear to leave. That’s why it took me several minutes.”

“Oh,” I reply, surprised. “Why did you do that? You didn’t have to, you know.”

He shrugs. “I knew that if it was me, I wouldn’t want everyone seeing me nude. And I just thought about the other guys still sleeping. I wouldn’t want them to wake up to that, and suffer the way I did.” He scrunches his nose in distaste. I chuckle.

That was really compassionate of Sirius to kind of take care of them like that. You know, I never noticed how… nice he is. I mean he can be a pain in the ass (a really BIG pain), but he can also be a genuinely nice person. He helped out those seven guys in the toilets out of respect for them. And no one asked him to do anything. You know, he reminds me of Emma Tebbon. She probably would’ve done the same thing.

I guess today, James isn’t the only person I gain a new respect for.

Sirius and I both wave goodbye and make our way up our own stairs.


I open the door that says Sixth Year Girls. Everyone’s asleep, except Jess. I find her reading her Herbology book, minus the Witch Weekly this time. She’s on her own four poster bed.


Four poster bed that is made. I glance at my bed that’s across from hers and notice that it looks like a bomb exploded. These are the works of Jessica. She slept in my bed last night, just as I predicted. I knew I could count on her.

I walk across the room and Jessica spots me. I walk over and she hugs me. We sit and just talk. I love to talk with friends. Even in the worst of situations. You know what my favorite thing to do with friends is? Just sitting there, on a bed, or laying on pillows on the floor, or sitting at a picnic table, and just talking. Sometimes you don’t even have to say anything, because you just love having that company around you. That’s what it’s like when I’m with my best friend. We talk for a bit, mostly about me and how I’m feeling.

I point at her Herbology book and she says, “That bet is still on with Remus,” she reminds me.

“But why now so early in the morning?” I ask.

“I couldn’t sleep. I heard a big boom.”

Jonathan Michaels. *shivers*

“It woke me up. I got out of your bed and walked to mine and started studying. I might as well do something productive since I can’t fall asleep again. You know how I am.”

Wait until she finds out what that big bang was, or WHO that big bang was.

“Thanks for making my bed look slept it.” I hug her again and crawl back inside my very disoriented bed. Ah, it’s still warm. I feel a little guilty now. She did that so people would wake up to see my bed slept in. Now there was no real point in her doing that because I came back to it this morning.

“Don’t worry about it.” Jessica gives me her signature smile with the adorable dimples. “I knew people where going to start gossiping and all that crap. I think they got enough last night. I didn’t know when you’d be back, so I took care of it.”

“That thought obviously didn’t cross Sirius’s mind…”

“Why, what happened?”

I tell her everything. Last night on the couch with James, Sirius helping me, the naked guys in the dormitory... Wow, there are so many things wrong with that sentence.

Jessica stays quiet as I spill my guts out to her. This is one of the biggest reasons why I love her. She doesn’t ask questions or pesters me to tell her anything. She lets me go to her. I know she wanted to know what happened, she just didn’t ask in demanding ways. All she did was ask what happened in a calm and concerned voice, and that was enough. She gives me my space, you know? Any other girl would hug me and be all over me and try to make me talk. Jess wouldn’t do that because she knows that I’d tell her when I’d be ready. She doesn’t pressure me and that’s something I’ve come to realize is a really hard characteristic to find in some people.

I ask her about her prefects’ meeting last night since we didn’t see or talk to each other that much. We talk for some more and then I go to sleep while Jessica reads. I take a nice snooze for an hour and a half. I’m woken up by the voices of girls talking and getting ready. Even though I’ve known most of these girls for six years, I have never gotten used to them waking me up. I get up, ignoring the stares as I walk to the bathroom and take a shower. It didn’t take me long to get ready, but it took a while to ignore the stares and silence when I tried to put make-up on. Imagine trying to put concealer on to cover the bags under your eyes, and find about ten girls staring at you through the reflection. The concealer wasn’t working and it wasn’t coming out of the stick thing. I threw it on the counter in frustration. Emma Tebbon came up from behind me and silently helped me out. Jessica grabbed my bag and waited by the door for us. Emma, Jessica, and I walked down to breakfast together.

We walk through the Great Hall. It’s around nine in the morning right now and a whole bunch of people have already invaded the big room. It’s so weird to see it filled like this when just yesterday practically half the school was missing. I scan the Gryffindor table. James is sitting at the very end, near the professors. Peter, Sirius, and Remus are there too. They all look tired, except for Sirius, who is shoving biscuits down his throat. I lead my eyes away from James Potter, and focus them on sitting down instead. Emma sits on my left and Jessica on my right.

“You need to say something to him,” Jessica states, speaking softly.

I look down. “I don’t know… I just, don’t know.”

“It’s not going to be the same from now on, I hope you’ve realized that,” Emma tells me, putting a hand on my shoulder.

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” I respond.

“Sooner or later, you’re going to have to say something to that boy,” Jessica says.

“And Sirius,” Emma finishes. Jessica had filled Emma in on what happened with me last night and everything while we were walking down to breakfast.

“I’ve already said something to Sirius,” I start. “Don’t think I’m not grateful. He offered his bed for me to sleep in, just so I could take a snooze without worry. I mean I know I slept in James’s four-poster, but he helped me until I was feeling okay to go up to my own dormitory.”

“Emma and I know that, Lily. It’s just that you’re going to feel different around them both, and it might just be good to talk with them.”

I start to fidget.

“Stop that,” says Emma, being the motherly person that she is, and slaps at my hands. I roll my eyes. We drop the discussion as we hear the grumbling of our stomachs. We fill our plates.

And then something extraordinary happens.

Frank Longbottom sits across from us and grabs a muffin. He practically inhales it.

“Hello, ladies,” Frank says, with his mouth full. I’m surprised I even understood that. But come on, you know how Frank is. He has a way with making people understand him.

I’m frozen, mid-pancake bite. This is all so surreal. I’ve never had a meal with Frank Longbottom. Neither have Emma or Jessica.

“What brings you here to this side of the table?” Emma asks politely. He always sits at the very far end of the table, near the professors. Opposite sides from where the marauders are sitting at right now. Hm, sketchy much?

He swallows down the rest of his muffin before speaking. “I’m supposed to meet up with a friend on this side of the table this morning.” We nod together, pretending that him telling us his daily plans are something that he does every morning.

When he says ‘meet up with’, he means to meet up and smoke cigarettes out in the court yard. When he says ‘friend’ he means someone that’s seeking help and has asked him for advice (an appointment with a client, so to speak).

“You’re not pale anymore,” Frank states inconsequently to Jessica.

“Excuse me?” She chokes on her eggs. Wow, this is one line Frank should not cross. Jessica hates it when people talk about her skin color. She’s always been so pale at Hogwarts, and she told me at the beginning of summer she was going to try hard to get some color in Australia, no matter the weather. She risked getting burnt! She was out probably everyday, and didn’t wear anything above SPF 4. There’s a part of me that wants to tell Frank that she doesn’t want to talk about how transparently white she’s been for the past years, but for some strange reason I don’t.

“You look tan for once,” Frank tells her. His voice isn’t mean, but kind of surprised. Like he was shocked with himself that he hadn’t noticed sooner. Well, if he looked up from the carriage while the thestrals were taking us to Hogwarts, he’d have noticed.

“I am tan,” Jessica corrects. Her voice is frighteningly calm. Alot of people had probably seen Jessica this year and noticed the difference, but just didn't say anything about it. Mostly everyone in our House knows how touchy feely she is on that subject, so I guess they just dropped it. Bringing up the fact that she now has color wouldn’t help either.

He just keeps staring at her, waiting for Jess to continue.

She sighs with aggravation. “I was in Sydney this summer.”

Frank blinks.

“It’s in Australia,” Jess tells him, as if she’s speaking to a child.

He glares at her. “Yes, thank you.” Of course he already knew where Sydney was, but for some reason Jessica’s just questioned his intelligence, which is surprising.

“Just making sure.” Jessica gives him a pearly white smile. She looks devilish. And she’s enjoying every minute of throwing Frank Longbottom off his rocker.

“Why would you need to make sure?” he questions in a daring voice.

“Well, you seemed dazed there for a second. Thought I’d help you out with the geography since your mind went blank.” She takes a bite of toast.

For once, at breakfast, could things go normally? I’ve had too many surprises in the past few days. And out of nowhere, Frank The Advice Specialist shows up at my table. What’s even stranger, though, is the way Jessica’s acting. Not once has she ever given Frank any kind of hostility. Until now.

“My mind did not go BLANK.”

“Then where DID your mind go?” She’s really having fun with this…

Emma leans over and whispers, “Is she crossing the boundary line?” Emma’s amused. I can tell. I would be too, if this situation wasn’t straight out of CompleteNuttersVille. I have a feeling that this is one moment from Hogwarts I won’t forget.

“If there were barriers around David Beckham do you think she wouldn’t be able to cross them?” I whisper back.

“I don’t know if Longbottom is one to be messed with,” she says, in her fake serious tone.

By the time Emma and I look up, Frank and Jessica are already in the middle of an argument. This is so unnecessary. It’s so unnecessary that it’s absolutely demented! We’ve barely even spoken to the boy that much since we’ve all started school here! The five seconds Emma and I talked to each other gave them both loads of time to create havoc. Amongst themselves. Their voices aren’t dangerously loud, and they’re not looking away from each other’s gaze. Frank’s and Jessica’s eyes are locked together. It’s like they are arguing with their eyes and their soft spoken words, but with words that spit venom. From an outsider’s point of view, they look like colleagues having a chat about the weather. But secretly, they’re calm voices only bring tension in between all of us. I know what happens with tension. Sooner or later, it explodes.

“I was simply calculating how long it would’ve taken for you to fly from here to Australia,” Frank tells Jess, as if this answer was obvious all along.

“Why do you care how long it took me to get there?” she snaps.

“My, my. Finelly is getting feisty.”

I think I just heard her growl.

This is so intense it’s ridiculous.

“I never saw this side of you, you know. You would always stay quiet when I walked by, and so would your friend here.” He signals with his head towards me.

“You picked the wrong day to come here to brew a big pot of friendship, Longbottom.”

“Why is that, Finelly?”

I close my eyes and put my face in my hands. Emma Sighs. And Jessica, well- I have no idea, my face is in my hands. But I don’t really wanna know anyway.

“You’re pissing me off.”

“Look, little miss sunshine, I just wanted to greet you all and say hello, since for the last six years we haven’t even had much of a friendly relationship going on. And you’re not giving me a very good first impression.” He rests his hands on the table.

“Why would you care about talking to us now?” Emma asks.

“Something interesting.”

I look at him and lift my left eyebrow. “Huh?”

He rolls his eyes at me. Knowing Frank, that’s probably his way of responding.

“Something interesting lured me over here, besides the fact that I’m meeting up with someone around this area.”

“He’s lost it,” Emma whispers under her breath, so only I can hear. She grabs a plate of waffles.

“Like some sort of questionable glow hovering over the three of you…” he finishes. He locks eyes with Jessica again. She breaks eye contact with him and looks at me. “I’m sorry he’s being such as arse.”

I give a smile at her witty apology and her pronunciation for the word ‘arse’.

“No, it’s okay,” I assure her. I never really thought Jessica would have a discussion with Frank. Let alone a heated conversation! This couldn’t have possibly come out just because of Frank’s comment on her being tan. I feel like something’s come over Jess all of a sudden. I can see it in her eyes. Is it intimidation? Annoyance? I don’t know why, though. Frank greeting us is a bit random, but it’s nothing I can’t cope with. He’s not really bugging me.

“Oh, well. No reason for me being here,” he concludes, getting up.

Jessica makes a gesture with her eyebrows. “Humph.”

“Time to find Sirius Black,” Frank announces in monotone. He claps his hands together, as if he’s ready to go search for him.

“Why?” I ask him, before I can stop myself. I feel so out of character for asking Frank Longbottom ‘why he’s doing something’. I’m surprised by my own voice. He’s surprised too, but his face relaxes in seconds. “Before I meet up with one of my friends down here, I have to go all the way over there,” he gestures.

Emma, Jessica, and I raise our eyebrows in unison.

“He doesn’t like it when people call him Mr. Black, and I haven’t muttered a word to him in a while.” He has a mischievous grin on his face as he walks away.

I laugh as Jessica and Emma quizzically look at Frank and then back at me in confusion.

It’s the first time I’ve laughed at something no one else knows about. It’s the first time Frank Longbottom and Sirius Black have made a grin appear on my face on the same morning. So I'm just sitting here laughing, like the little unpopular girl that I am. I don’t care that some Seventh Year snobs are crinkling their noses in my direction. Or that some of the Slytherins are making snide comments about my sanity. I just laugh.

My life might just be getting back to normal.

A/N- Oh, Lily. Always stuck in awkward situations xD well anybob (lol insider) I wanted 
to ask you guys if you saw any foreshadowing in this one? Do you see anything that
might foreshadow something in the chapters to come? Share your ideas with me ^_^

The next picture is: Petunia!
She's actually pretty, but let's pretend she's horrid on the inside lol.
I forget her first name.
She was in this movie called Saved! and it was pretty funny lol.