Yosh I'm back! Roffle. I'm back with a collection of short, sweet one-shots. So I can't really call it multi-chaptered, because even if it will have more than one chapter, it's really just a collection of one-shots. Does that make sense? Roffle. Anyway, let's get on with it. This is called Double Negative. LilyJames. 333 Enjoy, and please review!

1. Double Negative

The fireplace crackled merrily, spreading warmth throughout the Gryffindor common room. It was the middle of December, and Sirius Black was watching a pair of lovesick idiots cuddle in front of the fire with a scowl. It was sweet – really (Or at least that's what Sirius tried to tell himself) – the way his best friend's arms were wrapped around the slender figure of his newly acquired girlfriend, but when the two begin acting out trite clichés that consisted of merry fireplaces and snow tumbling outside, it shoots straight past sweet to just plain disgusting.

Or to Sirius, at least. All of the other boys in his dormitory had remarked about how romantic it was, and it seemed that Sirius was the only one who saw the scene for what it was: a sickeningly sweet gag-fest.

He watched as James Potter pulled his girlfriend closer to his body, whispering what was probably some idiotic proclamation of love that had just recently begun spouting from James' mouth. Lily Evans' mouth curved into a smile as she listened.

Sirius half-expected James to run a hand through his hair as he had done countless times when he was trying to convince the love of his life to go out with him. James Potter had always been arrogant. But this was a different James, Sirius reminded himself. Lily had changed him, and James was no longer the self-worshipping arrogant prick whose ego was twice the size of Hogwarts. He was now just James Potter, Lily Evans' boyfriend. And that's all James needed, Sirius knew.

As the Marauder watched with scrutinizing eyes, a first-year boy approached the pair. Oh, no, went Sirius' head. Lily would surely bite his head off for interrupting her quiet time. Lily had always been short-tempered. He was only a first-year, Sirius noted, and he surely didn't know how many times (and how quickly) Lily had brought sixth-years to tears for interrupting her quiet time. Sirius held his breath and prayed for the boy.

The small boy stood in front of them, holding out an official-looking envelope for the Headgirl. Fury flashed across Lily's face. James seemed to have been expecting this, as he quickly pulled her in tighter, whispering another little something to her. Lily bit her lip and stopped glowering at the frightened-looking boy. She took a few seconds, but she calmed down enough to take the envelope in her hand. "Thanks," she mumbled.

The boy took off. Sirius exhaled, amazed at how quickly and how skillfully his best friend had calmed the boiling pot known as Lily. For as long as he had known her, no one had been able to accomplish such a seemingly impossible task. Until now.

How sickening. They had somehow actually managed to...bear with each other. Worse yet, they actually...fit.

Imagine that. Sirius had always considered the pairing of Lily Evans and James Potter as just...a plain mistake made by fate. And he would never have expected the two Headstudents ever to be so...remarkably perfect with each other. But he was steadily being proved wrong.

James Potter had always been arrogant. Lily had always been short-tempered.
But they fit, they formed one perfect picture, one perfect unit. They complemented each other. They each made up for the other's flaws.
Fate had joined the two together, and they formed one perfect love.

And even though Double Negatives were always considered an error in the world of grammar, in the real world - Double Negatives were a blessing.