(A/N: I suppose I should put up disclaimer. Harry Potter and all related indicia belong to J.K Rowling. Oh, and I'm so sorry that it has taken so long. I've been in 3 musicals and a separate drama club oh and not to mention Theatre classes. I am writing now!)
Lily was sunk down on the floor, underneath the table, cursing herself. 'I do NOT like Potter!' her mind screamed. But then there was another voice, one that she rarely listened to, that said, 'Oh, but you think he's adorable. It's not like you would mind cuddling with him!'
"Urgh!" came the strangled cry from Lily's throat.
She watched as James Potter also sunk down under the table. Quickly turning her head she cursed herself again. She could feel James' eyes on her. It felt like a thousand knives piercing her skin. Lily hated being watched. It was so unnerving.
James caught himself once again gazing contentedly at Lily Evans. 'God is she beautiful!' The thought made James sigh.
At hearing the sigh the emanated from James, Lily swung her head to look at him.
"What are you looking at Potter?" She spit out his name with such disgust that it hurt.
"Nothing, Evans," James returned with just as much venom.
"GOOD!" Lily screamed and stood up from under the table.
Sarah and Marie watched as Lily quickly got up and stormed from the Great Hall.
"What the bloody hell did you do Potter?" screamed Sarah. Usually she was the laid back, quite one.
"What did I do? Ask Evans what she did!" James too stormed from the table.
"What was all that about?" asked Sirius.
"I don't know, but I have a feeling that this is going to be quite an interesting year, to say the least." Marie had no idea just how right her 'prophecy' would be.
After everyone had finished eating Dumbledore bid everyone 'good-night' and sent everyone to bed. The three remaining members of the Marauders walked with Marie and Sarah to the Gryffindor Common Room, only to find it deserted. 'Strange' thought each of them.
Just then a third year sprinted down the dormitory stairs and toward the portrait hole.
"Hey, wait, what's going on?" Remus asked the boy.
"The Heads are going to have a duel! It's in the Quidditch Pitch!"
"WHAT?" Remus, Sirius, Peter, Sarah and Marie all screamed at the same time.
"Come on," cried Sirius and they all rushed to the Quidditch Pitch.
When they arrived they found James and Lily, wands pointed at each other, glaring. The hatred coming from them was amazing.
"Wow, Lily's hot when she's mad!" said Peter.
"Sod off Pettigrew!" cried Sarah. "Like she'd ever even talk to you!"
Peter looked at the ground his face was downtrodden. He knew that there was no way that Lily would ever like him. Maybe he'd make her like him someday. Yes, that's it; he'd make her like him! An evil glint lit up Peter's eyes as he turned once more to the duel.
Lily looked at James. Pure envy was showing in her emerald eyes. (A/N: envy in this context is old English for malice;)
"GIT!" she cried at him.
"PRAT!" he called back.
"Tarentellegra!"
"Locomotor Mortis!"
The spells were cast. Lily's legs were jerking out of control as James fell down, as his legs were 'locked'.
"Expelliarmus!" Both of them cried at the same time. The spells collided in the air. They erupted, as did their wands. Immediately the previous spells were null and they looked in surprise at each other.
"Dumbledore's coming!" someone cried and the mass of students dispersed immediately.
"Miss Evans, Mr. Potter, would you please follow me to my office." Dumbledore was trying to sound stern but the bright twinkle in his eyes told a different story.
When they arrived at Dumbledore's office (candy cane) James and Lily took seats in two of the armchairs placed in front of his desk. Dumbledore stood in front of them, trying his best to look sternly at them.
"Wonderful display of duel tactics. I was thoroughly impressed. Would you two like to run a dueling club here at school?"
Both James' and Lily's mouths hung open in response.
"You mean, you aren't going to expel us?" asked James.
"No, of course not James. I believe that you have had enough punishment for now, as you now have no wands."
"Oh, no, what are we going to do? How can we do magic with out a wand? Oh this is terrible, absolutely terrible," cried Lily. Her eyes wide and her body shaking gave her the appearance of a scared child.
"Well, Miss Evans, as tomorrow is a Saturday, I will allow Mr. Potter and yourself to go to Hogsmeade and use Floo to travel to Diagon Alley."
"Oh, thank you Professor! Thank you!" Lily cried.
"It's my pleasure, my dear." Dumbledore stood. "I would recommend that you go get some sleep for tomorrow."
"Yes Professor," chorused Lily and James. They left Dumbledore's office and headed for the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Wow, I can't believe that he let us off," said James as they trekked back to the GCR.
"I know. I thought for sure that we would loose our Head privileges."
"Me too." James sighed and looked at Lily. "Lily?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to blow up at you like that and it almost lost us our privileges."
"Oh, James, I'm sorry as well. It was just as much my fault as it was yours. What say we just forget about it and start out anew?"
"I'd like that. I really would." James gathered Lily into a tight hug. He had wanted to do that for a while but had never had the chance. He felt the heat rise in his cheeks as he released her.
Lily was also blushing bright rouge. They gazed intently into each other's eyes. Not moving. They must have been that way for five minutes before James captured Lily's lips with his.
Lily willingly gave in to the kiss. She wrapped her arms around James' neck as James placed his hands on the small of her back. They fit together surprisingly well each thought, surprised.
They began to deepen the kiss. James' tongue begged Lily's lips for entrance, which was granted quickly.
The kiss became more heated and passionate. Their tongues dueled and James backed Lily into a wall. Causing them to succumb more to the wanted passion.