-grins- Well, here's another Harry Potter fic for you, Marauders' Era. A two shot, I'll post the second chapter tomorrow.

This is Lily's POV. Thanks for reading, and as always reviews are appreciated!

"Blimey Lily," Alice Lucas, one of my best friends, said to me as we sat in the stands during the last Quidditch match of the season. "Look at them go."

It was Gyffindor versus Slytherin for the Quidditch Cup. As usual for the Slytherins, they were hardly playing fair. Gordon Flint, the Slytherin's captain and a Beater, was the worst of the lot – hexes, accidentally-on-purpose hitting people instead of Bludgers with his bat. The referee had hardly noticed however, because there was so much going on.

"Merlin," I said, "this is getting ridiculous." I watched as the other Slytherin Beater nearly took out the Keeper, Sam Winfield. "Someone's going to get seriously hurt."

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, Gordon Flint took a swing at a Bludger, missed (accidentally on purpose, I'm sure) and hit James Potter in the head. There was a collective gasp as James fell off his broomstick and plummeted towards the ground at an alarming rate.

To quickly explain – James Potter is my sworn enemy. He is – was, really – a snot-nosed toerag, pretty much everything I hate. But this year (for some reason, Dumbledore had made him Head Boy) he was actually…better. He was nicer, and I think he'd taken my advice and deflated his fat head a bit. And because of these changes, I… I fancied him.

Of course, nothing short of Veritaserum would pry that from me. Even then, it would be a fight. No one else knew of course, or I'm sure I would never hear the end of it (although my friends must have suspected).

Professor McGonagall managed to slow James as he fell. Everyone had stood up (except for the Slytherins, delighted that Flint had managed this) to get a better look. My thoughts probably echoed everyone elses. He's not moving… He is breathing, right? I found that I was really worried. I hoped Alice couldn't tell.

As if Alice knew I was thinking of her, she turned to me and said, "Erm, Lily? D'you think I could have my arm back?"

I looked down and realized I'd grabbed her arm and was squeezing it, worried as I was about James. "Oh, sorry." She gave me a searching glance through narrowed eyes. I gulped, hoping she didn't read more into my concern for James.

Lucy Barnes, my other best friend and the Gryffindor Seeker, managed to grab the Snitch shortly after James fell, ending the game and winning us the Cup. Not that anyone (except maybe the Slytherins) really seemed to care. I think most of the school was just worried about James.

I watched as Lucy landed and jumped off her broom, catching up with the rest of the team, to check on their unconscious Chaser and Captain.

"Oh, Merlin," I muttered. "I hope he's okay…" I sounded pathetically worried, especially to my own ears. Hopefully no one else picked up on that...

I followed everyone else out of the stands, practically pulling Alice with me after Sirius, Remus, and Peter, who were no doubt going to the hospital wing. She looked around and said, "Wait, we're not going now, are we, to the hospital wing? There's no way we're getting in there, Lily." Suddenly, she looked suspicious. "Why do you suddenly care so much? I thought you hated James Potter?" She sounded smug, and I quickly made an excuse.

"I feel bad for him!" I said quickly. "He got hit in the back of the head with Gordon Flint's Beater's club!" She was still looking suspicious, so I said, "We'll go back to the common room. That's where I was heading anyway," I lied.

She gave me an all-knowing look. "Uh-huh. That's why we were heading in the wrong direction, then, was it?"

I blushed. "I didn't know you were such a harsh person," I snapped at her. "I didn't realize I wasn't allowed to feel bad for someone who's just fallen off their broom because Flint smashed the back of their skull with a Beater's bat!"

Alice, despite my angry words, began to smile. As the other students began to file back inside, she hissed, low enough only I could hear her, "You fancy him, don't you? You fancy James Potter!"

"Keep your voice down!" Looking around, I grabbed Alice's arm again and dragged her away from most of the people. "I do not fancy James Potter!" I hissed.

Alice just smiled knowingly. "Don't worry," she said patting my arm. "I'm sure you can visit James later in the hospital wing." I smacked her when I heard her chortling to herself.

"I don't fancy James Potter."

"Sure you don't."

"I don't!"