Ha! All done! Finally after forever I finished, 5 months I much too long. I promise, or try to, get the next chapter up quicker. If the last part seems extremely terrible I am so v. sorry and I will change it when I get an inspiration, or a muse… So please enjoy. Sorry for all the mistakes.

And I seemed to have lost my beta. If anyone has found her, please let me know. Or if anyone would like to be mine, please let me know as well. Thanks!

Jill

Rating: M for Mature. Some language, innuendos and just all around mature themes.

Disclaimer: I love J.K Rowling. And I do not take credit for things that people I love wrote. Therefore, everything is hers and hers only. P.S I also lover her for choosing Daniel Radcliffe as Harry Potter.

Chapter Five

Lily

'Something's lost, but something's gained'

That was the last I saw of James for a while. Out of habit I waited by the fireplace every morning, but he was getting accustomed to not showing up, and I was beginning to think he would never speak to me again. After a couple of weeks of him avoiding me, I realized that I cared. I cared about the egotistical James Potter who I hated so very much. I had waited so long for this very thing to happen, that I never knew what to do when I was left alone. Right now I thought I would die. Our talks were small, sure, and border line boring, but they seriously meant the world to me. When it started, I never thought that it would, but it does, it did. That was over, I thought James would never look at me again, let alone speak to me. I also realized that if he was doing this to me, and I barely knew him, what was it doing to Sirius? He must have been in hell, ever since I can remember where there was James, there was Sirius. I wanted to talk to Sirius, but I had a feeling that being anywhere near him would piss off James further. I hated it.

Frick

I let him in. I let him into my head. He didn't know he was in, James, that is, if he did know I would have been in a broom closet with him. What happened to my plans, my seventy-five fool proof plans to get James Potter to leave me the hell alone? Those were out the window, forever. And as I feared he was slowly making his way to my heart.

It was a week from Halloween and James sat in his usual spot at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall; usual meaning where he had sat since his fight with Sirius. He sat with Remus, who was across from Sirius. Some may have thought that since those two were having a row that James or Sirius would have gone off with other friends this was not the case, they both had too much damn pride to leave the Marauders.

"Pass the salt please, Peter," James said glaring at Sirius.

"But James, Sirius is closer to it, get him to pass it to you," Peter said, not talking his eyes off his food.

"Peter, tell James, I will not pass the salt unless he tells me why the hell he attacked me!"

"Peter, tell Sirius that I do not need the salt because I would rather eat my own foot than have something that he touched!"

"Peter, tell James that he better lay off Lily then!"

I was listening into the conversation before, but at the mentioning of my name, I knew that I had to do something. It was a good thing I was planning on intervening because Remus and Peter could not stop what was coming.

James stood up with such force that the bench he had been sitting on flew back a few inches. No great feat with a lone person on the bench sure, but there were a good dozen people who were not expecting their stable seat to move any time. So this alone caused an uproar. This incident was repeated when Sirius did the same thing, proving that one did not need to participate in Qudditich to gain such muscles, but Qudditich always did help. James reached for his wand and Sirius reached for the salt shaker and his wand. I got up from my seat and hurried over before too much could be done by the Professors and dragged James out of the Great Hall by his ear. Remus and Peter were thankful, for they were now able to successfully control one without so much as worrying about the other.

James did not come easily. He cursed the entire way out into the Entrance Hall. When the door was completely shut I released him.

"Bloody hell Evans!"

"Bloody hell yourself Potter."

He looked taken back for a moment and then remembered he wasn't talking to me and started to walk away.

"Potter if you walk away for me I swear-"

"What? You'll go and shag Black? Evans you have more class than that."

He stopped suddenly, as if he said something he was not supposed to, and then looked defeated.

"Class?" I asked, "How would you know anything about class Potter? The last I saw you were snogging Emmaline in the broom closet."

I knew that I was sinking down to his level, but if I was going to get my point across, it had to be done.

"Evans, don't start."

"Start what? The list of women you have seduced in the last year? Hardly Potter, that would take me until I am old and grey, and would be a huge waste of my time."

James looked murderous at this point. Incredibly sexy.

"Evans!"

"Potter!"

He walked towards me with such speed I hardly knew he was moving at all until I was nose to nose with him.

"Don't tempt me," he whispered.

"What is there to tempt you with? Do I have a prank spell written across chest that I do not know about?"

He looked down. Not at my chest, at the floor - but stopped at my chest on the way.

"Did you only pull me out here to mock me?"

"No, I want you to talk to Sirius."

The only way to get James Potter to listen to you was to outsmart him. Something that came very easily to me since I did do it in ever class.

"I can't."

"And why not?"

He looked confused, and struggled for words.

"James, we never did anything."

He looked up slightly under his eyelashes, still struggling for words. After a few seconds he seemed to have found his bearing and smirked.

"I know, I just wanted to get you back for what you did on the train. Ta Lily darling!"

With that he strode up the staircase and vanished behind a tapestry.

I was frozen against the wall. How did he do that? I was thinking that I was in total control over the situation and conversation and then he pulled out a boom shell like that. I learnt something about James Potter that day. That no matter who you are or what you did to him to cause him some sort of pain or embarrassment, he will get revenge. I had a brief idea of this before that incident, but I didn't know to what extent he would go. Clearly James did not have his head in the right place. Any man who would willingly fight with his best mate for a girl was certainly off his rocker and needed a one way ticket to St. Mungos.

That night James and Sirius were back to normal. This was a strange sight not just to me, but to most of the population. It was two weeks since they fought and since then, they did not so much as look at each other let alone play Exploding Snap.

I don't think James was the only one who was off his rocker in that group. In my opinion, they all were. Who in their right mind would let their friend get into a fight to get back at a girl and not tell the girl who is beating herself up for causing the fight? That's just cruel.

That day, two weeks ago, James never noticed I was crying, well I hoped that he didn't. And I hoped that Sirius wouldn't tell him. By that time I knew that Sirius had both of us figured out, but I would be damned if he knew that he knew everything there was about the situation. Sirius and I never talked after that, partly because I didn't want James to get into another fight.

Sirius was laughing with James when he looked up from his game. I caught his eye and motioned for him outside. Sirius nodded to James and left the game. I was waiting just outside the portrait hole when Sirius came through.

We just stood there and stared at each other for a while.

"Did you know?"

Sirius looked up from his shoes. "Lily, I didn't know what to do, he's my best mate, he's a brother-"

"So you knew."

"No, it's not like that. He was mad at me, he was even more so at you. We talked about a week ago and he told me he wanted to do this, I couldn't just stop him."

I ran a hand through my hair; the bad habit was catching on.

"Lily, you know James with pranks and all, he's competitive, you knew what you were getting yourself into when you pulled that stunt on the train."

I thought for a moment. Sirius was right. I knew James was going to get me back. I let my guard down, it was a fair play. Point to James.

"I know Sirius. Can you just tell James something for me?"

Sirius nodded.

I took a deep breath; I had been dancing around this idea since I started talking to Sirius.

"This means war."

The seventy-five detailed plans were not kept in my head, they were all neatly arranged in a navy blue journal that my mother had given me for my birthday a couple of years ago. I doubt she wanted me to use it for this. For the first time (actually second, if you want to get technical) I thought of that book. It would now be put to use.

James had gotten too close. Way too close. I guess there was a part of me that wanted him to, that wanted him to forgive and forget and possibly get along. This dream ended the day he left me in the Entrance Hall.

I surprised myself for being so forward with Sirius that night. I guess the talk we had (which I now named The Talk) had cleared up a few barriers with us; I was now semi comfortable around him. This isn't saying a lot because most girls are comfortable around him enough to take off their shirts. But that's not giving him much credit; the girls he dates are such tarts.

Anyways, I had a feeling that my plans would be used a lot in the next couple of weeks, or months.

That night I reviewed my plans. I was lucky; I remembered most of them and how to pull them off. Then after going through my Journal, I realized that this is how the Marauders must feel when they were planning a prank. That lead me to thinking of James, and I remembered that I was not supposed to remember I, deep down, very deep down, was in love with him.

The next morning, to my great advantage, there was a spot open next to James. Let the games begin.

"Morning James!"

He did a double take. Once confirming I was not an illusion, he smiled.

"Morning luv."

"Listen James, I just wanted to tell you that I have no hard feelings over what happened yesterday."

He raised an eyebrow. "That's mature of you Lily. But I thought that Sirius said you claimed war."

I laughed. "Oh James, you really shouldn't believe everything you hear from Sirius."

He laughed. "Oh and why is that? I have no reason not to believe what he says."

I smiled. I could see him melt. I leant closer, my cheek right beside his.

"I guess you don't James. I'll see you in class."

I slowly got up, holding my position to his cheek for the longest time possible before drawing away. In fact, when it was time for me to draw away, I found it very hard to do so. He smells really good.

Once I found my way back to reality, I figured that part one of my three part plan was complete. To have this plan work out to its full potential, I needed him to trust me. I wasn't quite there yet, I could see it in his eyes. No, we weren't there yet. I needed to have his full complete trust, something I didn't even have when we were on decent terms. This plan would take some time.

James

'From win and lose'

I lied. I am a very good liar. Sirius is the only one who can tell the difference between my whole lies and half truths. I lied through my teeth during that fight. So did Sirius. No one gets James Potter without feeling the wrath, even if the person feeling the wrath was the vixen herself, Lily Evans. And it wasn't like I was causing her any emotional damage, if anything I was testing her to see if she really liked me.

I am not heartless, no matter what Miss. Evans has ever said, I did feel bad. I had to drag all the rest of the Marauders into my twisted little plot and they too had to lie to her. It was hard for Remus. I assumed he avoided her as much as possible so he wouldn't have to lie. The worst part was that Sirius played a bigger role than I did in this. He had to get her into a room…alone.

I did feel bad. My plan was just to leave her with Sirius, and then I would catch them. I had no idea she would basically tell me to piss off just as my plan was starting to unfold. That one stung. I had no idea that Sirius had made her cry. To be completely honest I didn't care what she was feeling that day. I had my mind set on revenge. She cried. Later I found out that it was all over me.

She liked me.

I know she did. She couldn't hide that from me. When she had me up against the wall, I knew she wasn't lying like I was. That's when I first saw it. There was a tear that was rolling down her cheek that cried out James. Not Potter, no what ever foul name she had called me over the last six years, but James. That hurt. That hurt knowing that I was pulling this on her, and she had no idea. She was being honest, she was being herself. And I was being myself, a prat.

I am a slave to my ego, to my plans. I had to follow through or else my reputation would be eternally damaged. How would my children live with such a name? So I started to pick on Sirius at breakfast.

"Pass the salt please, Peter."

"But James, Sirius is closer to it, get him to pass it to you." Peter's a prat. He must have forgotten the plan.

"Peter, tell James, I will not pass the salt unless he tells me why the hell he attacked me!"

"Peter, tell Sirius that I do not need the salt because I would rather eat my own foot than have something that he touched!"

"Peter, tell James that he better lay off Lily then!"

Very nice Sirius ol' pal. He was always an excellent player at our insulting banter game. I constantly wonder how Slytherins ever get a word out edge wise. For effect I stood up, I assume everyone thought I was going to hit him. Never, I would never hit Padfoot unless he truly deserved it, or he was flirting with my girlfriend. Sirius stood up as well, grabbing his wand and the salt shaker as I grabbed mine. Wand.

The next think I knew I was being dragged out of the Great Hall by my ear. That hasn't happened since I was like five! Who had enough balls to drag James Potter, Infamous Marauder out of the Great Hall by his ear? The one and only Lily Evans of course. And I must say, I enjoyed every moment of it.

When we were safely away from people in the Entrance Hall she let me go. It was time to put on my best acting face.

"Bloody hell Evans!"

"Bloody hell yourself Potter."

Wow, she was cheeky. I love cheeky women. Well not cheeky women, cheeky Lily, I love cheeky Lily's. I turned to walk away.

"Potter if you walk away for me I swear-"

"What? You'll go and shag Black? Evans you have more class than that."

Two could play at that game. I can be cheeky too. But maybe I was rubbing this in too much. I was and am an asshole, which should probably change.

"Class?" She asked, "How would you know anything about class Potter? The last I saw you were snogging Emmaline in the broom closet."

Ouch. That one hurt. How did she know about Emmaline? I didn't see her. In all honesty I was a bit preoccupied. She was a six. I suggested her to Sirius or Sirius to her. I had a meeting with him later on and he agreed.

"Evans, don't start."

"Start what? The list of women you have seduced in the last year? Hardly Potter, that would take me until I am old and grey, and would be a huge waste of my time."

Amazing! How come I have never done this with her before! She is absolutely fascinating! She is killing me! No one has the balls to say this stuff to my face! I thought, right then and there, I found my soul mate.

"Evans!"

"Potter!"

I couldn't take it. If she said one more thing to me I would throw her up against the wall and shag her senseless. If you were in my position you would do the same. But I had to warn her. It wouldn't be very gentlemanly if I didn't.

"Don't tempt me."

"What is there to tempt you with? Do I have a prank spell written across chest that I do not know about?"

Did she? No. Damn.

"Did you only pull me out here to mock me?"

"No, I want you to talk to Sirius."

She wanted me to talk to Sirius…if she only knew.

"I can't."

"And why not?"

I think I might have to tell her… in a nice way…I did think of doing it nicely, but I was in for the revenge. There was no time to be nice.

"James, we never did anything."

She was in for it. Did I mention I still had her semi-pinned against the wall?

"I know, I just wanted to get you back for what you did on the train. Ta Lily darling!"

I had the urge to kiss her then. She looked so kissable. But I decided that if I did in fact kiss her, she would have bitten me. In a bad way. So I turned around, jogged up the stairs and disappeared into the secret passage way.

Like I said, you have to believe me when I said that I felt bad. I really did. I still do. She didn't deserve that. On the train she was just using her womanly assets to her advantage and I just happened to fall for them. It was the natural way of things. Women are the seducers of men. Who ever thought that men were ever in charge should take a look at Lily Evans. Any man in their right mind would lay down whatever they have to give her what ever she wants. I would have, if I realized it.

So that night I told the rest of the guys that the game was over, and that Remus could stop avoiding her. He was thrilled. Sirius looked different though. He looked almost like I did. He looked guilty.

"You looked like you ate a cat."

Sirius smiled a little and continued looking into the fire. "I feel funny."

"You feel guilty."

"Funny."

"Guilty."

"Whatever, just how does it go away?"

"Talk to Lily."

"Are you going to?"

"Eventually, but I'm not the one worried about my funny feeling."

Sirius smiled. "You're funny feeling isn't guilt mate, and that's a fact."

He got up and walked over to mantel.

"You're in love with her."

"Am not." It was a gut reaction.

"Are too and don't deny it."

I laughed. "How do you know about love? You have never been in love."

He smiled, "maybe not, but I can tell you are."

I sighed, it was the first, or second time that I occurred to me that I might be in love.

"So what if I am?"

"Just like my guilt, you need to talk to her."

"Guilt can not be compared to love. They are two completely different things."

"How so? Guilt you deny through your teeth, same with love. Guilt makes your stomach twist into knots, so does love. Guilt makes you do crazy thinks-"

"Yes, yes and so does love. I get your point."

Then it hit me.

"You lied."

"Never could get one past you mate. You up for some Exploding Snap?"

Only with Sirius, I loved him for it.

"Of course."

A while later Lily came into the common room looking rather dishevelled. Sirius caught her eye.

"Time to rid myself of this guilt, I suggest you do the same with love."

He got up and left behind her.

He came back surprisingly quickly. And with no visible injuries. He sat back down across from me.

"So?"

"So what?"

Sirius slowly smiled.

"She likes you mate."

"Be serious."

"Oh but I am, she didn't say it. She's a lot like you."

I leaned back in my chair. Evans, THE Lily Evans fancies me? I had gone mad.

"If you will excuse me Prongs, I must retire; it has been a trying day."

And as he reached the bottom step he turned around.

"By the way mate, she said that this means war."

I leaned back on my chair again and put my hands behind my head. It didn't take a genius to see from that statement that she fancied me.

The next morning, I didn't quite know what to expect. Had Lily been joking? Or did she really want a full out war on me, in which case I would lose. I can start a war with women, it was just unnecessary.

"Morning James!"

Was that Lily? I take it she wasn't joking, let the games begin.

"Morning luv."

"Listen James, I just wanted to tell you that I have no hard feelings over what happened yesterday."

Always like Lily to make the first move.

"That's mature of you Lily. But I thought that Sirius said you claimed war."

She laughed. "Oh James, you really shouldn't believe everything you hear from Sirius."

"Oh and why is that? I have no reason not to believe what he says."

She smiled. I melted. She moved in and whispered in my ear.

"I guess you don't James. I'll see you in class."

I would not be seeing her in class for the simple reason of me taking a long cold shower.