Disclaimer- I don't own anything except for the plot.

Okay, so this is my first Fanfic so don't be too hard on me. I hope you like it so far! :D

'Evans, you're the apple of my eye, will you have my children?',asked Potter for like, the millionth time that day.

'Sod off, Potter!', I said, getting very pissed.

Can't a girl do her Potions homework without a stupid guy interrupting, if we can call him a guy, that is. I seriously doubt his sexuality. That's when Black came walking in like freaking constipated mongoose. I rolled my eyes and tried continue to do my oh-so-boring Potions homework. They so don't understand that some of us actually have to study to get good grades.

'PRONGSIE! You have detention with Slughorn. Remember?', Black said grinning.

I rolled me eyes again. Gosh, I've been doing that a lot lately.

'Aw, shit! Slughorn's gonna kill me.', Potter said accidently tripping over an innocent First Year on his way out. I sighed with relief, peace, finally!

'OI, EVAAAAANS!'

Maybe not.

'What do you want, Black?'

'Aw, Evans. Don't be mean.', He pouted.

I sighed, 'Get on with it Black, I'm trying to study here-'

He took out a very familiar looking diary.

Wait, MY diary. Aw, shit. I'm screwed. He cleared his throat and began to read

'And his eyes shone as bright as a shining star looking at me asking me with an adorable look in his eyes, 'Hey Lily! I missed potions yesterday. What's the homework?' Aw, he's such a gentleman. Remus Lupin is soo perfect. How could someone be so amazingly perfect-I mean, his hair is so smooth and shiny and he looks like-'

I felt my face go red, probably redder than my hair which is saying something.

Relax, Lily. Breathe. This is not the end of the world. Wait, how did he get my diary anyway?

Must. Be. Calm. Who am I kidding?

'SIRIUS BLACK! YOU IDIOTIC PIECE OF HIPPOGRIFF SHIT! YOU ARE SUCH AN ASSHOLE!'

'Language, Evans.', he said looking as innocent as a fucking snake.

I'm not gonna lie, I was shit scared about what he's gonna do with it. Goodbye, my lovely days of happiness. Wait, how in the freakin' world did he get it?

'Black, now, I'm gonna ask you calmly and peacefully, HOW THE HELL DID YOU MANAGE TO STEAL MY DIARY? YOU ARE SUCH A BLOODY THIEF. WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, ANYWAY? A GOD? WELL GUESS WHAT? YOU ARE JUST A BLOODY FLOBBERWORM!'

'Well, Evans. I nicked it out of your underwear drawer. Very nice underwear, by the way.'

Okay, that's it. I was pissed, totally. Very nice underwear? Way to make a girl angry.

'Oh, and I didn't know you fancied Remus, Evans.' He continued, smirking.

'Give me back my diary, NOW!', that sounded lame, even to my own ears.

'Yeah, right. After all the trouble I've been through to get it? No way.'

'What do you want? Do you like making people's lives miserable?'

'No no, I only like making your life miserable. Anyway, I've got a proposal for you.', he said, smirking.

'I don't want to be your girlfriend, Black. If that's what you're saying.'

'Don't flatter yourself. Anyway, the thing is Jamsie likes you. And I have to listen to his constant moaning, 'Ooh, Evans is so pretty like a thousand daisies in a meadow.', he scoffed. ' Look, just go out with him for one month and do whatever afterwards or I'll post this in The Hogwarts Times. '

'You wouldn't', I asked hoping that he wouldn't be so heartless.

'Try me.'

Aw, shit. Yep, I'm doomed.

Completely and hopelessly doomed.