So, this is my first HP fanfic ... I hope a few people will read this story and leave a few clerks for me if I liked or disliked - I'm always open to criticism, too be hard on me;)
Disclaimer: Except for a few characters, of course, everything belongs to JK Rowling

1. First day of school

That was on purpose. Spiteful, calculating, and sadistic intent. Someone had made a list: “What is the most lucrative way to torture my students?” And at the top of item one was: Monday morning, double lessons in the history of magic. Or how else could that be explained? Who else, with normal thinking, wrote such a timetable? Some manic sadist had to be behind it.
"Hey Lily, Professor Binns will get scared if you keep staring at him like that." Isabella whispered, who was sitting next to me and one of the few who made notes now and then, suddenly in my ear.
"I strongly doubt that." I hissed back."I would be surprised if he even noticed that his audience changes during the course of the day."
Isabella gave me a crooked grin, which actually amazed me. How could you grin at the thought of sitting sleepily in Binn's history class every Monday morning for a bloody year? I felt more like crying.
Well, I shouldn't always be so pessimistic. So at least every Monday I had the chance to catch up on the rest of the eight hours of sleep that I needed and had not received. Although this table was not even half as comfortable as the four-poster bed that waited for me in the Gryffindor Tower, promisingly soft, it was better than nothing. And Professor Binns didn't care what his students were doing anyway, as long as he wasn't interrupted while he was talking.
I had just made myself comfortable in my chair as best I could and laid my head on my arms when a rough push in the ribs made me startle.Patrisha, who was sitting on my left, held out a small piece of parchment and smiled tiredly at me with a bedroom look. Another one who used the history lesson as a sleep compensation option.
"What's this?" I whispered and took the note curiously. Before Patrisha could answer, however, I had already unfolded it, read the message scrawled on it, and then crumpled it up without a word.
He had perseverance, you had to give him that. However, this trait mixed with him with an unhealthy over-zeal that had developed years ago into an unnatural intrusiveness, up to and including harassment. Or was it just stupidity? Or simple underdevelopment? How else should one understand the constant misinterpretation of the word "no"?
Isabella, curious by nature but prone to a downright thirst for knowledge when it came to secrecy of other people's letters, suddenly stopped taking notes, grabbed the slip of paper, smoothed it out and read what was written on it."Almost borders on fascination, the way he always inundates you with requests for a date in Hogsmeade, where we mere mortal students don't even know the date of the next excursion." Isabella grinned again - how could she! - and turned back to her notes.
Instead, I crouched back in my chair, laid my head on my arms, and closed my eyes when something hit the back of my head. Annoyed, I looked to see what had flown and discovered a crumpled piece of paper. Only one word was written on it: "And?"
I turned around, my brow furrowed, and sighed.
James Potter looked at me, smirking expectantly and leaning back in his chair more casually than ever. My goodness, they'd have to look at each other in the mirror, then they'd never hang in such a ridiculous pose on their chair again!
"Forget it!" I hissed, trying to put as much disgust in my voice as possible.When did he finally understand that I would rather go out with one of Professor Kesselbrand's slimy flubberworms than with him?
When the doorbell finally rang at the end of the lesson, I was on the verge of believing that there must be a God after all, because I would not have endured Professor Binn's monotonous, boring babble any longer.
I threw my history book, pen and parchment into my pocket as quickly as possible (hypocritical as I was, I had everything spread out on my desk) and quickly left the classroom to wait outside for the others. Viviane came first, paused for a moment in the doorway, looked back and tossed her shiny black hair over her shoulder. I didn't need to know who the gesture was for - it had been after Amos Diggory for months. Unsuccessful, though, because he didn't really pay any attention to her. They had set up a working group in PwG last year, but no matter how pink Viviane saw his behavior towards her, it seemed to me that he wasn't particularly taken with her."Survived!" she sighed and joined me. "I thought it would never end."
I nodded tiredly - somehow I always was after history - and leaned against the wall, yawning.
"What do we have next? Please don't say fortune-telling or metamorphosis now, or I'll have a screaming fit."
"Potions." Viviane replied and smiled at Diggory, who was just passing by.
I sighed in relief. I wouldn't have had the nerve for Trelawney's insane predictions and the smoky classroom any more than I would have had for the tens of pounds of homework that would certainly have awaited us at McGonagall.
"This schedule is really the weirdest one we've ever had." Patrisha groaned as she left the classroom with Jocelyn, our blonde beauty who would have won every Miss Hogwarts election without competition, and came up to us with Isabella, who was still hastily tucking her notes in her leather bag.
"First two hours of history, which borders on torture on Monday morning, and immediately afterwards fortune-telling, which is generally more torture than lessons.At least if you can't stand this smoke as much as I can. "Patrisha grimaced at the thought of the countless incense bowls, sticks and candles in Trelawney's tower room.
"Why fortune telling?" I asked, confused and furrowed my forehead, which on the one hand had to do with the confusion and on the other hand with the effort that was necessary to suppress the incipient screaming attack that I had just announced to Viviane ominously. "I thought we had Potions now?"
Jocelyn shook her head and her blond locks swirled up in this very specific way that made countless male eyes flick over to her over and over again. "Fortunately, we don't have potions until Wednesday."
"But Viv, you have ..." I turned to Viviane, but was interrupted:
"You said you'd have a screaming fit while fortune-telling or metamorphosis and I really don't have a nerve for that right now."

Incredible, but true, I survived McGonagall's classes and was even disappointed in my expectations of the ten quintals of homework, because we were tormented with a two-hour presentation about the OWD exams that were due this year and so many of the homework for the first lesson was completely canceled .After Metamorphosis, we made our way to the Great Hall for lunch and the closer we got, the more my stomach nagged and reproachfully craved for something nutritious. Maybe I should just let him nag him, after all, it was his own fault if he was so hungry now. If he didn't refuse almost impetuously everything I tried to impose on him for breakfast and, if he ignored it, simply throw it out again, then he wouldn't have to make such a fuss about a few fried potatoes.
Of course, I didn't let him nag, but instead put a little of everything on my plate, which ultimately made up a huge mountain and, to put it in a very friendly way, to call it eat what I was doing. Devouring, devouring or simply eating would be far more appropriate as a designation.
"Lily, you know this looks very unsavory right now, right?" Viviane asked after a short while, during which I munched a portion of pasta and she had just brought two forks of raw broccoli florets, mainly to her mouth."I haven't eaten since the banquet last night." I defended myself and wiped my mouth with a napkin.
"Neither do I."
"It's your own fault if you have to go on a diet for a change. Doesn't mean that we all have to starve ourselves to the bone." I shrugged my shoulders and poured some more pumpkin juice. Viviane could really get on your nerves with her constant diets. Especially when you heard them complain about their love handles in those places where you had fully-fledged upholstered suites.
Viviane snorted and angrily chewed on her broccoli.
"Do you always have to nag yourselves?" Isabella asked annoyed and looked up from her butter rice. "We have just been here for the first real day and you're gonna have to fight your hair again."
"We're not bickering at all." I replied. "We're ... just discussing. Or Viv?"
"Just." Viviane nodded and even put a fourth broccoli rose in her mouth, presumably to placate me.So I did the same and shoveled the rest of my lunch into myself at low speed, which wasn't quite as big a sacrifice as Viviane's fourth piece of broccoli, but at least our brief argument ebbed away.
After lunch we still had an hour before the school day continued with a double VgddK lesson and so we got a blanket and a pack of Bertie Botts beans of every flavor from the common room and made ourselves comfortable on the shore of the lake. We weren't the only ones who used this warm day as probably one of the last of this year and romped in the sun, so the buzzing students gave us some things to talk about.
"I wonder when Amanda Nicleson will finally see that Longbottom isn't even the least bit interested in her." Patrisha said thoughtfully and looked closely at Amanda, who was just talking impulsively at Frank Longbottom, who actually looked a little disinterested."Questions that have no answer." I mumbled and let my gaze slide over the noisy crowd. "But if any of you should ever find one, I would hereby expressly ask you to tell Potter about it."
"What did he want from you in history today?" Jocelyn asked curiously as she braided one of her blond strands into little pigtails.