the marauders: prongs, a jily fanfiction

chapter 4

disclaimer: everything belongs to J.K. Rowling unless its my characters.

Lily's POV:

I felt uncomfortable after James told me about his relative and her death. I fidgeted uncomfortably and was about to say, "See you in the morning, Potter," when I saw him eye the bedrooms. My mouth fell open in outrage and I hissed, "There are two bedrooms in there, you git!" I smacked his arm and looked up to my golden plaque.

Lily Evans

Head Girl

Top Student in Charms; Top Student in Potions; Top Student in Muggle Studies; Top Student in Arithmancy; Top Student in Ancient Runes; Top Student in Defense Against the Dark Arts

Former Prefect and Top of the Class

I beamed when I saw the disbelieving look on Potter's face. I entered my room and gaped. It wasn't painted any color. It was like watching a water show. It flickered colors, from light watercolors to dark ombres. All the furniture was a dark mahogany, with little lights hung up around it. I realized that the room was lightening, turning into a light amber, and the furniture turned white, rearranging itself. The room would change according to my mood.

I stuck my head out of my room and saw that James'-I mean Potter's room was right across from mine. I went into his room and found him gazing at a wall.

His room was painted a light gold, not flashy, but like a soft shimmery color. He had white furniture, his room filled with pictures of him laughing with his friends. He hadn't noticed me yet. I picked up a small frame of him laughing by himself, his radiant smile lighting up the entire smile. I smiled a bit but put down the frame and cleared my throat. Potter turned.

"It's time for bed, mind you," I said, crossing my arms. He nodded, sticking his wand in his pocket and said, "Yeah, thanks."

I turned away and was about to head into my own room when I heard him say my name.

"Evans-"

That complete git. For a minute there, I thought that he would've been alright. Not again.

"Don't even think about it, Potter!" I shouted, aiming a good hex at him. He collapsed into laughs and chortles that he nearly laughed himself to death. I gave him a good 30 seconds, enough to teach him a lesson, but not enough that he would laugh himself into getting abs, mind you.

I went to my room, left my wand on the table, and closed the door behind me.

I bounded into the bathroom and changed into my pajamas, a pair of comfortable sweats and a tank top. I brushed my teeth as I put my hair into a loose braid. I finished up and was coming out as I walked straight into someone.

I shrieked and dropped my bag that had my clothes in it. That someone turned out to be Potter and he smiled and picked up the bag for me. Since when had Potter become a gentlemen? I guess the summer really changed him.

I flushed when I realized that I was just standing there like an idiot, blocking the bathroom door.

"Er-can I go inside?" asked James, running a hand through his dark, messy hair. "Oh! Yeah, of course," I said, moving out of the way and going to my room. I turned the doorknob, only to find it locked.

Bloody hell, Lily, I thought, You are a complete moron. I had left my wand inside my room and there was no way to get it back. I could use a non-verbal spell, but that required my wand. I jiggled the doorknob. It wouldn't budge. I searched my hair and pockets for a bobby-pin, the old-fashioned way, only to find I didn't have one. I forgot that I had my hair down today. Oh bloody hell.

I could go ask James for his wand, but it might not work, depending on whether his wand was flexible or it was only for one owner. I heard the shower running. There was no way I was going in while Potter was taking a shower, asking for his wand.

I sighed, and decided to sleep on the sofa. At least the common room was comfortable. I headed down the small set of stairs and settled on the sofa. The sofa was comfortable and the magical fire was warm. I soon fell asleep, comforted by the gently, crackling fire and the soft voice of someone coaxing me asleep.

. . . . .

I awoke with a scream, the shrieking leaving my mouth before I could clamp my mouth shut. The color from my face drained, leaving me with a sickly pale complexion.

Like I thought it would, a door opened and James came out, before stumbling and rolling down the stairs as he bumped over each step, yowling, "Ow! Ouch! I-OW-HATE-OW-STAIRS! His hair was messier than usual. He immediately rushed over and sat down before leaping up in surprise as my cat yowled in pain and hissed before slinking off.

He glared at the cat, rubbing his bum and muttering, "Hairy furball."

"Hey," I protested weakly. He laughed quietly.

James paused and then said in a soft voice, "Nightmare?" I shrugged and crossed my arms.

James kept silent. What was that supposed to bloody mean?

I shook my head and put my head between my legs, tired and frazzled. I looked up. James smiled, and said, "Go to sleep. You'll need your rest. Tomorrow's class, and we have Transfiguration with McGonagall. You know how hard she is."

Was James Potter really worried about me? That was kind of sweet, but I realized that this was how he was with every girl. It was like a never-ending magazine subscription. When a girl was popular, or talked-about, he would date her, give her sweets and be charming. He would be like that. But as soon as she faded out of popularity, he would dump her, and never come back. The only reason Potter kept around with me so long was because I kept refusing him, and he wouldn't stop until I agreed. He would love me for sometime, then leave me. People found his adoration for me and my refusal a gossip-worthy topic. As soon as I said yes, it would die down. And so would his reputation. As a solution, he would move on, dump me, just to raise his popularity again.

I frowned a bit, but smiled a bit. "Thanks, Potter," I said, nodding gratefully. He smiled faintly.

"Why aren't you sleeping in your room?" he asked, frowning. "I-er," I stammered. I wasn't about to let Potter know that I locked myself out. I would never hear the end of it.

"Er-I liked the warm fireplace." I shrugged and turned away. I could tell he sensed something wasn't right, but I guess he ignored it.

James smiled down at me, then walked back up the stairs to his room.

Only did his absence made me realized that I missed his presence.

a/n: by the way, these are the song of the chapters, you should scroll down, play it and then read the chapter! it's just what i was listening to while i was writing this chapter or what i think goes with it! thanks :)

song of the chapter: "we all fall down" by a-trak and jamie lidell