Disclaimer: As everyone is already well aware, I unfortunately don't own 98% of the characters in this story. So if you recognize someone, it's not mine! ( Since I'm not using them for profit reasons anyway, this really doesn't matter, but alas, I feel like typing it.

A/N: Constructive criticism is always welcome, where as pointless criticism can just be kept to one's self. I'm sure you'll find spelling and grammar errors, because well I'm not perfect and really wasn't trying to be! I just wrote this for fun when I got bored one day! Also, I have yet to read a story like this, so if someone recognizes something from another story, it was complete coincidental.

When Harry Met Lily

Lily Evans sat quietly in the Great Hall staring blankly into a bowl of porridge. Term had started only several weeks earlier, and as usual, she had already jumped in full force. She had spent the previous night studying for a very important Potions exam. Her mind wasn't completely on her schoolwork lately however, much to her dismay. It was Lily's sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and she had only one year left until she would be done with school. Exceptionally bright, and very sweet, Lily was always a pleasure to be around. The words, "Excellent Miss Evans! 10 points for Gryffindor!" were never uncommon. She was not a complete bookworm however, as her friends found her as charming as the professors did.

"Lil, you all right?" said a male voice from beside her.

"Yes," she said as she forced a smile in the direction of her boyfriend James Potter.

"You sure?" he said with a look of concern. His dark hair was falling in front of his dark eyes, which were usually framed by glasses. Lily noticed however, that at this moment his glasses were starting to slip down the bridge of his nose.

"Yes James," she said as she snapped back into sense of reality. She ran her hand through her shoulder length auburn hair to get it out of her face and started to eat her porridge.

"Just making sure," he said smiling sweetly. "You've seemed distant lately."

"I know," she said slowly. "I'm fine though." She reached over and brushed the hair out of James' face.

"Thanks," he said as he leaned in a quickly kissed her.

"Mr. Potter, Miss Evans?" said a voice from behind him. They both turned to see Professor McGonagall standing over them. "You know what I said about snogging in the public areas…"

"I hardly think that was considered snogging," James mumbled.

"Never the less Mr. Potter," she continued, "Miss Evans and yourself are to conduct your private affairs in…"

"Private?" James offered.

"Exactly," Professor McGonagall said. "5 points from Gryffindor. I expect more from two prefects in the future. If we need to have this conversation again, we will have to reevaluate your prefect status."

"Way to go James," Sirius Black said jokingly from across the table. Sirius and James had been best friends for ages. From what James had told Lily, they had been friends since they both were able to tease each other. It was always a joke between the two of them. However, if another person were to say something sour about the other, that person would end up getting the wrath of both boys. They were more like brothers than friends.

"Sod off," James said to Sirius as Professor McGonagall walked away. "Like you haven't ever lost Gryffindor points due to snogging in bushes with Ravenclaw girls."

"I admit it," Sirius said as his dark hair started to fall in front of his mischievous blue eyes. "You and I used to be a team with that. Seeing how many girls we could pull…"

"Anyway," James said changing the subject. Lily smiled, she knew all about James's promiscuous past. However, when her and him had started dating at Christmas time of their 5th year, he had changed dramatically. Still a troublemaker with the rest of his friends, but as far as his relationship with girls, he had completely changed.

"I'm going to go to the library," Lily said standing up.

"Why," Sirius said looking up her. "You're already ages ahead of everyone. Even ahead of James and I, and that's saying something."

"I don't know," Lily said as she picked up her bag. "Just in the mood."

"Want some company?" James asked. She smiled as she looked at him. She knew he would come with her if she asked him, but knew he also didn't really want to be rushed off to the library.

"No, you stay," she said. "I'll see you in Potions later." She leaned in forward to kiss him goodbye before stopping abruptly several inches from his lips.

James craned his face around Lily to view the Head Table, where the professors were all sitting. "She's not looking," James said as he quickly leaned in and met her lips. "See you."

"Bye," she said. "Bye Sirius." She walked off quickly as she set out of the Great Hall and headed off to the library. Meanwhile, almost twenty years in the future, two young 6th year Gryffindors were walking out of that very same Great Hall.


"It bothers you," Hermione Granger said as her and one her best friends walked out of the Great Hall having just finished breakfast.

"Why would it bother me?" Ron Weasley asked slightly aggravated.

"Because he's your best friend and she's your sister," Hermione said stopping to look Ron in his eyes. She always knew when he was upset or embarrassed because she could always see his ears burning red and slowly his face would also match that of his ears and his bright red hair.

"So?" Ron said not looking at her. His eyes were focused on the wall, as if he was trying to see something that wasn't there.

"So…" Hermione said trying to still catch his eyes. "So, it bothers you that Harry has suddenly taken an interest in another Weasley beside you. Now he has another reason to come visiting the Burrow during the holidays."

"Not if I have anything to say about it! I mean, Ginny's only a kid, Herm!" Ron said referring to his younger sister.

"Ron," Hermione said trying to stifle a grin. "She's fifteen. She's a year younger than you are. Maybe if you paid her a little more attention you'd realize this."

"Still," Ron said trying to find a reasonable excuse to protest. "Since when are you on her side anyway?"

"I'm not on anyone's side, Ron," Hermione said sighing. Ron always had a tendency to over react. He had gotten angry with her for lesser things in the past, and now he was on their other best friend, Harry Potter, for asking Ginny to the upcoming ball.

"Whatever," Ron mumbled.

"You know you're over reacting," Hermione said as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "Harry would never hurt Ginny."

"I know," Ron said suddenly calming down a bit. "It's just…why my little sister?"

"Well like I said," Hermione added, "if you had been paying attention the past couple of years, you'd realize that she's fancied Harry for ages."

"I knew that," Ron said interrupting. "I just never thought that Harry would…" He trailed off.

"Feel the same way about her?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah," he said looking down at her, seeing as he had just had a growth spurt and was at least a head taller than she was.

"Well," Hermione said offering a bit of encouragement, "At least it's Harry and not some twit like Draco Malfoy."

"I'd kill him," Ron said very seriously. "If I ever even caught him looking at her…"

Hermione smiled. That was one of the things she loved about Ron, his good nature. He was always willing to stick up for his friends and those he cared about. "Anyway," Hermione said narrowing her eyes at Ron. "What if the situation was reverse?"

"How do you mean?" Ron asked.

"Like if was me," Hermione said. "Like if I was to fancy Fred or George. How would you react then? Hardly the same way I'd think."

"I always pictured you with Percy more myself," Ron said smiling. "You two could sit in the library and talk about ancient spells on your dates."

"Ron…" Hermione said rolling her eyes. "I was being serious."

"So was I," Ron said smiling even wider now. "Thanks Herm, I know I was over reacting, but I can't help it sometimes. I guess I was just a bit jealous."

"I thought so," Hermione said smiling.

"Right as always," Ron mumbled as he extended his arms towards Hermione. She walked forward and hugged him, patting him on the back as a friendly gesture. At least she told herself that. It was really to make her think of something besides Ron and her touching, which tended to make her a little flustered.

"Get a room you two," Harry Potter said as he emerged from the Great Hall and made his way over to them. Hermione quickly jumped back as if startled.

"Hey Ron," Harry said slowly as he approached. "You think we can talk?"

"Yeah," Ron said looking over at him, "bout what?"

"Look," Harry said as the three of them made their way to Potions. "If you're upset about Ginny and I going to the ball, I'll uninvite her. I should have asked you first and I really wasn't thinking about it at the time. I don't want anything like this to jeopardize our friendship."

"It's all right," Ron said. "Hermione's right, better you than some stupid little prat."

"So you're ok?" Harry asked as he cast a look to Hermione.

"Doesn't really matter does it?" Ron said grinning. "None of my business really. If you hurt her though Harry, best mate or not I swear I will beat you into a bloody pulp."

"I think I can deal with that," Harry said half joking as the three of them walked into Potions class.

"10 points from Gryffindor!" Professor Snape said as the three of them entered the room.

"For what?" Harry asked outraged as they made their way to the back of the room.

"5 more points!" Snape said once again. "For speaking out of turn, Potter. If you three had realized the time, you would have realized that you are late."

Hermione looked down at her watch. "Forty-five seconds, Sir?"

"Correct," Professor Snape said as her smiled most fiercely at them. "No one is to ever be late for my lesson. Now, you've wasted enough time with your useless questions. All of you…"

Harry looked up and saw the blonde terror that was Draco Malfoy and his two gorilla-like cronies Crabbe and Goyle all smiling and restraining laughter.

"Stupid Slytherians," Harry mumbled to Ron and Hermione. "Why does he hate me so much?"

"Well he hated your dad didn't he?" Ron suggested. "Guess it's genetic."

"Stupid prat," Harry mumbled even lower than before as they all began to pay attention, or in Ron and Harry's case pretended to pay attention, to their Potions lesson.

**A/N: Not to thrilling yet, but you gotta set a story line! I've got the first two chapters done, and seeing on how things go, I'll write more….