Title: Love, Honor, Quidditch
Summary: Marauders 7th Year fic. Has OCs, some lighthearted moments, some stupid moments, some Peter-bashing, just a bit, and, most importantly, L/J.
Notes: Let's see... I hope this goes as well as I hope. Usually things either backfire or nobody reads it anymore.
Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew were waiting very impatiently for their other two best friends to rejoin them after their meeting in the Prefect's car. They had taken to occupy themselves with a good half dozen games of Wizard's Chess. With Sirius winning each time.
"Want another go?" Peter asked, reaching over to pick up the pieces of the set that had fallen on the floor.
Sirius waved his hand dismissively. "No. I'd win. You know I would. Besides, those two sound have been back by now. Unless James is making a fool of himself with his newly found Head Boy attitude."
"James hasn't got an attitude." Peter muttered.
Sirius opened his mouth to answer, but shut it and glanced up as the door slid open and in stepped Remus Lupin, half supporting James Potter, who looked as though he were deep in shock.
"Is he -- ?"
Peter's question was cut off by James, who sank onto the seat next to Sirius and whispered, "Evans... is Head Girl... to my Head Boy."
"Don't faint, Prongs." Sirius smirked. "We'll just leave you here. And by the by, how much did your parents pay Dumbledore to make you Head Boy?"
James managed a tiny smile and said, "Well, I lost track after the fifth bag of gold."
"We saw the other girls." Peter piped up.
"Yeah, we did." Sirius said, looking a bit excited. His grey eyes were glittering as he spoke again. "Moore's hit quite the growth spurt."
"Won't hinder her Quidditch ability, will it?" James asked quickly, his shock evaporating.
"Evans and Quidditch..." Sirius sighed dramatically. "That's all you care about, isn't it?"
"Why, yes," James answered, "yes it is."
"Some Head Boy you're going to be." Remus said, shaking his head. He settled himself down on the seat, kicked his trunk open and reached inside for a book. "I think you'll be the first to have his title stripped from him in 147 years."
Sirius politely reached over and snatched the book from Remus. "Moony, we aren't even at school yet. I forbid you to read until we at least step foot in the Great Hall."
"Now, now, mate," James began, "Moony's a big boy. He can do as he wants."
The four of them glanced up as the door slid open yet again. Four girls were standing in the door.
Lily Evans, at the front of the group, looked as though she would much rather be somewhere else. The same expression was mirrored on Gwendolyn Moore's face, though her lips were twitching to a smile. Celeste Helms was holding the door open, trying her best not to smirk. And Marci Morrow, Gwendolyn's cousin, was trying her best not to giggle.
"We just had to see it for ourselves." Celeste began, brushing a strand of brown hair out of her face. "The fact that you, James Potter, became Head Boy? Was Dumbledore thinking this summer?"
"I think he made the right choice." James argued, trying to look suave. "I can certainly exercise control better than Moony can." He ignored the glare that came from Remus's direction.
"Personally," Gen began, "I think Dumbledore did it in hopes you'd grow up."
"Impossible." Lily scoffed.
"I can grow up." James said in a very soft, childlike voice.
"No, you can't." Sirius scoffed. "It's not in your, mate. It really isn't."
"Thanks a whole lot, Sirius." James muttered, crossing him arms over his chest and pouting. "And you lot get out of here! We didn't invite you in here."
"Fine," Lily said coolly, "we didn't want to come in here anyway. Well, I didn't."
Sirius got up and slammed the door behind them. James continued to pout and the other four could barely make out "Insult me, will she? I'll show her, with her... her red hair, and her gorgeous green eyes, and that wit and..."
"James, please stop." Remus began. "Before you say something the three of us would rather not hear."
James resorted to sitting in the corner, his arms folded over his chest still, and muttering to himself until the four of them got up to change into their robes.
Sirius soon began complaining about the train seeming to go slower. He was getting hungry, and the dozen pumpkin pasties he had eaten around lunch did not help him any.
He let out a happy little cheer once they reached Hogsmeade station and he, Peter, and James attempted to push their way to the carriages.
"Excuse me, out of the way... Head Boy coming through... Thank you... Move it! Hey, nice hat." James called, trying to fight against the sea of fourth years.
Somehow, Remus, Sirius, and Peter had beaten him to a carriage and were saving it for him. But his attention was drawn to Lily Evans, who looked a little bit lost.
"Where are the other three?" he asked her.
"I've lost them." she murmured, before realizing who was talking to her. "But it's not like I need your help finding them." she added, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Come on, they'll catch up. You can go with us."
Lily looked at the other three boys over his shoulder and sighed, her arms dropping to her sides. "Fine. We'll catch them at the school, I suppose. They've probably left me anyway..."
She reluctantly, make that very reluctantly, headed over to the carriage. She ignored James's offer to help her in, instead taking Remus's hand and letting him help her in. James did not look too thrilled with that.
She sat as far away from the four Marauders as the little carriage would allow her and crossed her arms and legs, shooting the occasional glare at the four of them and refusing to join in the conversation.
Once at the doors of the school, she was last to get out. She placed her hand on Sirius's shoulder and hopped down, scurrying away as though that were the most traumatic experience of her life.
"Women." James muttered, thrusting his hands into the pockets of his robes.
"No, just that woman." Sirius corrected.
The four of them made their way into the Great Hall and to the Gryffindor House table. At the end, they could see Lily's red hair glittering in the candlelight. She had rejoined the girls and was most likely filling them in or telling them off for leaving her.
James ignored the Sorting, looking dejected. He knew Sirius was ignoring it as well, but could hear him moaning about how hungry he was.
What on earth had he ever done to Lily Evans? Why did she see him as the scum of the earth? And, more importantly, what could he do to fix that?
He was so lost in thought that he had not realized everyone else was eating until Sirius nudged him in the ribs and demanded he pass the chicken.
James handed the plate to him and numbly began to pile up his own plate, which he hardly picked at.
He did not get up until he felt a painful thump on the back of his head. He turned around to tell whomever it was off, but he managed a tiny smile instead.
"I think you need to get up and help the firsties." Gen smiled. "It's in your job description, after all."
"Oh, no... not the firsties!" James began dramatically. He took off his Head Boy badge and handed it to her. "Here, you can be Head Boy tonight."
"No thank you." she smiled. "But I'm glad you're not sulking anymore. When's Quidditch practice?"
"Haven't decided yet. We need to find another Chaser and Beater. So tryouts first." James replied, getting to his feet and yawning. "Better tame the wild firsties. See you in the morning, Moore."
"Have fun." she giggled, joining the throng of students making their way out of the doors.
James pinned his badge back on and tried his best to round up the first years. Which proved to be about as hard as training a troll to play Quidditch.
He was panting slightly as he lead the first years to Gryffindor Tower. 'At least I'm getting some exercise.' he thought. But unfortunately for him, he completely forgot the password. And the first years began to complain. Loudly.
"Cauldron Cakes." came a voice behind him. "It's Cauldron Cakes, Potter. Easy for the firsties to remember."
James glanced behind him and felt his cheeks grow warm. Lily looked smug as she helped the first years inside the Common Room.
"I still say Dumbledore was wrong." she whispered as she passed him. "Remus would have made a better Head Boy."
James ignored that stinging comment as he scrambled inside and immediately headed to the boys' dorms. He was silent as he and the other three changed into their pajamas and settled into bed. Maybe, just maybe, the year wouldn't be as bad as the first night at school was. Hopefully, it wasn't a sign of things to come.