AN: Okay, so this is one of my older stories. I proofread it, and such. I hope it's good. Read and Review! (no flames please.)

"You, you! I hate you, Potter!" Lily Evans screamed.

"How can you hate me, my dear, sweet, Evans?" James Potter shot back, much slower, and much quieter. "Is it my looks or my breath?" he added hastily.

"It's your damn attitude! Hexing Severus when he did absolutely nothing to you, Lupin, Sirius or Peter!" Lily yelled at James, hoping to make a point.

"Well, it's more the fact that he exists if you know what I mean . . ." James told Lily.

"You've given me the same damn excuse from that big mouth of yours James Potter! I'm sick of it!" Lily turned and stomped off to her room at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Mate, you've lost that fish. Eh, there's plenty more where that hot fish came from though. . ." Sirius told him, sadly at first, then brightening as he mentioned that there were more women than Lily Evans.

"I know that, Sirius!" James snapped at Sirius, unintentionally of course.

"Sorry," Sirius said, slinking off to his corner of the room. He looked as though he had a tail. If he was a dog, it would be between his hind legs.

"Sirius. . ." James sighed and ran his hand through his jet-black hair, making it even more rumpled than normal. "It's not your fault, it's mine," he apologized.

"Heh, we all win some, and we all lose most of them," Sirius quoted his quirky friend, Remus Lupin.

Remus had never gotten a date or so much as a look from girls. He's had crushed, yes, but never worked up the nerve to ask anybody out. Not even to the Yule Ball. He'd gone with James, Sirius and Peter as a group, just like they planned. Lily and James got pretty drunk (someone had slipped some Fire Whiskey into their drinks). Not a very peaceful night in the Marauders' room...

"That bastard! Torturing and humiliating Severus like that! Ooh... he will pay.... James Potter will pay!" Lily swore to herself as she showered that night.

A couple of months later, James awoke before his friends, as usual. He rubbed his eyes, and tried to get out of bed, and, before realizing who, or what, it was on his chest, screamed, awakening Lupin, Peter, and Sirius.

"What's wrong, mate? Dream about you and Severus getting married again?" Sirius mumbled sleepily.

"No, Lily's here... in my bed!" he whispered hastily, not wanting to wake her. She still hadn't talked to him after their row a few months before. "Shit... Did we get drunk last night?" he asked, his eyes never leaving Lily's face.

They all shook their head.

"Then why is she like... this... in my bed?" James asked his friends.

They shook their heads dumbly.

Lily moved, "accidentally" kicking James in an extremely sensitive area of his body, which was most sensitive right now, well, more than normal.

James swore under his breath as he instinctively grabbed his crotch, his eyes watering from pain.

"Think he's suffered enough?" Lily asked, waving her wand. She was now fully clothed.

"Yeah." They all chorused, excepting James, who was too busy holding back tears.

"Dang woman, you've got a..." he started, he was cut off by Lily kissing him on the lips.

Lupin, Sirius, and Peter 'oohed' and 'awwed' for as long as they dared. Which, wasn't very long, for they knew (not from experience, thank God) how many different jinxes, curses, charms, and spells Lily and James knew, apart. Which is about 122 together. Which can be very painful for the whoever is on the receiving end of Lily or James' wand. (seen numerous times on Severus Snape)

Now, two years later, James and Lily are sitting in St. Mungo's hospital because Lily's having her- fine, their- first child.

"Aw... he looks just like you James," Lily crooned over her baby.

"But he's got your eyes, Lily," he retaliated.

"We'll call him Harry. Harry Potter."