If you don't know Bohemian Rhapsody, you should. (Video is in media).
JAMES.
"So," Remus said, slamming down a huge book on the table, "I found out that Queen is a band, and their newest release is Bohemian Rhapsody."
"Bohemian - what?"
"Rhapsody. Bohemian Rhapsody."
"What kind of a name is that?"
"I don't know," Remus shrugged.
"Well if Muggles can call their bands the Beatles, then they can call their songs Bohemian whatever," Sirius said.
"Rhapsody."
"What?"
"Bohemian Rhapsody."
"Whatever."
"So? Where are the lyrics?" Sirius smirked, "I mean, even if we were a few years out of date, she must have enjoyed it. Right? She said, 'next time, try Queen'. So she wants more. And our singing was pretty incredible if I do say so myself."
"I dunno, Padfoot," I said, "I don't want anyone hearing us."
"What do you mean?"
"I have a reputation to uphold," I raised an eyebrow at Sirius.
"I've got an idea," Sirius said, looking over at Remus.
"What?"
"Well, you're both prefects-"
"No. No, no, no."
"You don't even know what I'm going to say yet!"
"I am not letting you in to the prefects' bathrooms."
"How did you know?"
"It's obvious. You know how much trouble I got into the first time-"
"No one will know, Moony," I grinned.
"I can't-"
"Please," Sirius whined.
"Fine," Remus sighed, "fine. But if we get caught-"
"Yes!" I punched the air, "We won't get caught, Moony. Don't you worry."
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SEV.
"What does it say?"
Lily was holding a note she'd got from Mary MacDonald, frowning.
"It's from Lupin," she said, "He says to meet him in the prefects' bathroom on Friday night at 8pm."
"It's Potter," I said immediately, then blushed when Lily glared at me.
"Don't jump to conclusions. He says he needs to talk privately about some people in our house."
"I'm just saying, it's probably Potter."
"You are so arrogant."
"I thought Potter was the arrogant one?"
"Oh, he is. But you're no better. The only reason I'm putting up with you is because you're like a leech. I can't get rid of you, Sev, you just keep crawling back."
The words hit like a knife. I almost felt like crying, and I could tell Lily meant the words to sting. Her face was cold and hard.
"You're not actually going to go to the bathroom, are you?"
"What does it matter to you?" she turned.
"Lily, please-"
"So what if I go, Sev? It's probably just Lupin talking to me about some first year's Fanged Frisbees, or someone selling illegal Abercrombie and Witch robes. Everything is about Potter to you, isn't it?"
No, it's about you.
"Goodbye, Sev. Don't come crawling back this time."
---
I wasn't quite sure how I'd ended up in an empty classroom with Emelia Nowers. It had sort of just... happened.
I remembered her pulling me aside after Transfiguration - which she sat next to me in - and asking me why I was so quiet. I hadn't put up my hand once in class, she said. I then realised she had pulled me into an empty classroom, and she was getting closer and closer to me.
"Are you alright, Severus?" she whispered.
"Sev," I corrected, but then we were sort of making out. As in, proper making out, with... tongues.
Embarrassingly enough, at fifteen, that was my first proper kiss. I don't imagine I was very good at it, but I don't think Emelia cared. Something nagged at the back of my mind that she had just had a bad break-up with Slytherin Quidditch chaser Mike Wellington, and I was probably just her aftermath toy, but then I realised; wasn't I doing this as a sort of vengeance at Lily?
Which was when the classroom door swung open, and a girl's voice said, "We can practice in here, Nick-" but was cut off as I pulled away from Emelia.
Lily.
Out of all people, out of all classrooms, Lily had chosen this one to help Nick Manning with summoning charms.
"I see this classroom is taken," Lily said, her voice suddenly cold with anger, "we'll find another one." She left.
Emelia tried to pull me to her again, but I pushed her away, apologising.
"Lily, wait!"
She ignored me.
"LILY! Please?" Nothing.
I stopped trying.
I'd lost her.
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JAMES.
"Okay, okay. From the top. Two, three, four!"
"Is this the real life
Is this just fantasy
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
"Open your eyes
Look up to the-"
"No, someone's not in harmony. Again," I chewed my lip. Three hours until we were supposed to perform, and we were screwed.
"James, we don't need to be perfect. It's acapella, mate. Just voices. It isn't going to sound like the original."
"This is my last chance!" I threw up my hands in despair, "It has to be perfect! Wormtail, let me hear your bass with Moony's backup. Then-"
"What the hell are you doing?" I spun around. Severus Snape had just walked in on us in an empty class.
"What are you doing?" Sirius snarled.
"Yeah, Snivellus. It's rude to eavesdrop," I added. He shrugged.
"Sorry I didn't get it at first. Your singing sounded more like cats being run over than actual music."
"Take that back!" Sirius spat, his wand out as quick as mine.
"Protego!" Snape shouted at the same time as Sirius yelled, "Levicorpus!" The spell rebounded and hit Peter, who was hoisted into the air by his ankles. Snape laughed, and darted out the room.
"Liberacorpus," I pointed my wand at Peter, who collapsed onto the ground, "Alright. From the top, you guys. Let's go."
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"Prongs, if you redo your hair one more time, I swear to god-"
"Give me a break!" I hissed, redoing my hair.
There was a knock on the door.
"Lupin?"
We all stopped still.
"C-come in," Lupin said.
She opened the door.
"Two! Three! Four!"
We started singing.
I saw Lily's face go from surprise to amusement, to a grin.
Spurred on by this, we sang louder.
"Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger now he's dead..."
We finished on a chord, and Lily clapped - she actually clapped.
"I've got to say, that wasn't too shabby, Potter. But it'll take more than a song before I go out with you," she gave sad smile, and walked out.
I swore loudly.
"I thought I had her," I muttered vindictively.