Falling For You

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The characters you recognize are not mine. Ones you don't recognize are mine.

Chapter 1: Head Boy and Girl

“Bye, James. I’m gonna go find Ashley,” said a boy with black hair that fell elegantly into his grey eyes.

“All right," replied James. "I've got to go the Prefects compartment anyway."

"See ya."

"Later, Sirius," James said.

He pushed his way through the crowd of boys and girls, finally making it to the compartment marked 'Prefects'. James didn't know who he was expecting to see when he opened the door, but it definitely was not who he saw. The girl didn't even have to turn around; he'd recognize that dark red hair anywhere. James' hand flew to his already messy jet-black hair, as it always did when he was around this particular girl. The girl turned to see the new comer. James watched as her face of anticipation quickly turned to one of confusion upon seeing that it was only him.

"Not lost are you, Potter?" she asked coolly.

"Nope, I'm Head Boy," James announced proudly, pointing to the badge on his chest.

"You're what?!" she asked indignantly, her emerald green eyes widening.

A smile formed on James' lips. "Head Boy, that's right," he repeated. "And let me guess you are my Head Girl.”

“Wow, Potter, I’m impressed, you were half right; I am Head Girl, but, I’m not, nor will I ever be, yours,” Lily spat out the last word in disgust. Eyeing James up and down, she added: "I don't know what Dumbledore was thinking making you Head Boy. He must be off his rocker."

"I resent that," James said.

"Yeah, well I resent having to work with you all year."

“Ouch, Lily, you sure know how to break a guy’s spirit.”

“I’m really gonna break your spirit if you don’t stop talking to me,” Lily said. "And it's 'Evans' to you."

“Now, now, Lily, can’t we act like civilized human beings?” he asked.

“Civilized, my ass,” Lily mumbled, turning away from him.

“You have a nice ass,” James said, checking her out.

Lily spun back around and slapped him across the face.

”Ow,” James said, holding his cheek. "Merlin, you didn't slap me that hard last time."

Just then, a Phoenix feather popped into the air. Both Lily and James reached for it, but James, being taller and having great reflexes from playing Quidditch, grabbed it. He stuck his tongue out at Lily, who just rolled her eyes.

“You’re so mature," she said sarcastically.

“I know,” James replied, “but that’s why you love me.”

“Shut up and read what it says,” Lily said.

“Yes, ma'am,” James replied, before telling her the note was from Dumbledore.

“No, duh.”

“Would you like to read this?” James asked.

“Yes, I’d love to.”

“Well too bad,” James said. “Now, where was I before I was so rudely interrupted?” He glanced over at Lily.

“Will you just read the damn thing?” Lily asked angrily.

“Language, Evans. Geez, I think someone needs anger management. Either that, or therapy.”

“I’m gonna need therapy by the end of this year. Either that or a lawyer," she mumbled to herself.

“What was that?” James asked,

“Nothing,” Lily said. “Now will you please just read it?”

“All right. Since you said please," said James, earning a glare from Lily. “It says for us just to tell the Prefect's to patrol the corridors every once in a while, and that he wants us to meet him at his office after the feast." He paused. "Wait, there's a P.S. No, Ms. Evans, I am not off my rocker."

Lily, not believing him, grabbed the feather. "Let me see that."

She looked at the feather; there was in fact a P.S. and it did say that. She swore under her breath. However, before either Lily or James could say anything else, the Prefects started coming in. They gave them their assignments. Fifteen minutes later, James and Lily were off to find their friends.

***

James found a short, chubby boy wandering around in the corridors. “Hey, Pete.”

Peter jumped. “Oh, uh. Hey, James," he said nervously in a squeaky voice.

“Is everything all right?” James asked.

“Yeah, yeah. Everything’s fine. Why wouldn’t it be?” Peter answered.

“Okay,” James shrugged; Peter was usually jumpy, but he was even more so right now. “Have you seen Sirius and Remus?”

“Y-yeah. They’re in there.” The boy pointed to a nearby compartment.

“Okay, thanks,” James said, before heading over to the compartment. After two steps, he noticed that Peter wasn't following him and looked at the boy. “You coming?”

“Er-no. I’m gonna go, uh...” But Peter never said where he was going to go; he just turned and walked away.

“All right, ‘bye, Wormtail,” James said, before entering the compartment.

Two couples were in the compartment, kissing. James cleared his throat loudly. His friends pulled away from their girlfriends and looked at him.

“Hey, Prongs,” said Remus and Sirius.

“Hi, James,” greeted the girls, giving the guys one last kiss.

"'Bye, Monica, Ashley," James said as they left. “You will never guess who the Head Girl is,” James said, glowing as he sat opposite his two friends.

“Lily Evans?” Sirius and Remus asked in unison.

“Yep,” said James, slightly unhappy that he didn't get to tell them himself. "How did you know?"

"James, only Lily Evans could make you that happy by being Head Girl," observed Remus.

"And judging by your smile I take it things went well?" suggested Sirius.

"No, they couldn't have been worse," James said miserably, recanting the events that had happened.