So I began writing this story my freshmen year. I got to chapter 15 and gave it up.

Now it's my senior year, and I decided that this unfinished story was a blemish on my fanfiction page. That, and I rather liked the plot. So here I am to rewrite it and finally finish it. Maybe now I can get past my 100 review mark.

Chapter 1- Shower Shrieking and Sweaty Socks

She knew it was going to be a good week before she even opened her eyes. Maybe it was the thought of another glorious week beginning. Perhaps it was because she still had a charms paper to complete, giving her a lovely way to spend the day. Most likely it was because the room was finally rid of the foul stench of cat, as her dorm mate finally agreed to wash her pet.

Lily Evans smiled as she opened her eyes- finally coming to the conclusion that no matter how good the day promised to be, it would never begin unless she got out of bed. Lucky for her, it happened to be a Sunday, giving her ample time to steal the hot water from her still sleeping roommates. Sleeping in constituted waking up anytime past 8, which Lily saw as the highest degree of blasphemy possible; that is, besides being James Potter, of course.

Rubbing her less than alert eyes, Lily wondered why this week would be any different from the last one she had. She had the same classes to go to. She had the same amount of work to do. She had the same prefect meetings to attend. Potter was just as hateable. There had to be something that made this week particularly enjoyable. The reason seemed to have slipped her mind- something that not often happened to Lily Evans. She blamed it on the fog of the morning and decided she would try again after a shower.

Finally, after much consideration, she threw herself off the bed with enough force to jump-start her adrenaline, making it impossible to go back to sleep. Lily just liked to begin her days with intensity, and seeing as the Marauders were not available at the moment to get her blood pumping, hurling herself onto the floor would have to do.

Eventually she made her way to the showers and began the process of daily cleansing, contemplating existence, and trying to figure out why the day seemed to taste so sweet. In a perfect Lily fashion, she made a list of everything she had done the previous day.

Her day had begun similarly to todays. She had woken up, showered, woken up Alice to pester her about the importance of exercise, made Alice go on a morning jog with her, started her weekend homework, went down to lunch, pestered Frank about the importance of studying, made Frank help her assemble History of Magic notecards, read, pestered Potter about staring at a wall, forced Potter into a monopoly game with her by playing up on his competitive nature…. She smirked. Nothing pleased her more than stamping Potter and his feelings into the dirt.

Before she could carry on with her internal listing, she made the connection. Potter. Monopoly. Stamping his feelings into the dirt.

"YES. YES. YES. YES", she exclaimed abruptly, her excitement bubbling over. Later, her friends would probably question her as to why she was screeching in the bathroom, but at the current moment, that didn't matter. Her friends would understand, seeing as her reasons to screech were solid. James Potter wasn't allowed the gift of speech this week. She would not have to hear one sound come from his undeniably gorgeous lips for seven days. James Potter would not be able to ask her out for the first time in more than a year. Normal people might not see the positives in this situation. Normal people would accuse Lily of wanting to grow up to be a hermit, throwing apples at the passing neighborhood children while stroking her numerous cats. Normal people would throw themselves at the chance to be asked out by James Potter.

Normal people should also keep in mind that Lily and James' unique relationship is anything but normal, and as Lily shampooed her red hair, she couldn't help throwing back her head and enjoying the good acoustics the shower offered.

"Prongsie! It's time for wakey wakey!" Sirius Black chimed, breaking the silence in the boys' dormitory as he began bouncing up and down on James Potter's bed, or more specifically, James Potter's lower torso. "Get up! Get up! Get up! The sun says hello!", he chanted before having to resume the task of breathing.

James started to grumble in response- most likely to tell off Sirius for being a "bloody wanker", but was abruptly cut off.

"And don't even think about talking," Sirius added in, pointing an accusing finger as one would to a misbehaved young child. Ignoring this, James was already formulating a response. It had to be witty and cruel and have just the right amount of…

"…because you can't", Sirius finished. Quite lamely thought James. The amount of tension that Sirius introduced with the first statement was not successfully achieved in his elaboration. It just raised more questions.

Why couldn't he talk anyways? Was this another one of Sirius's weird holidays? James' didn't think he would like this one. He might like it even less than he liked Speak Like a Muggle Day, or Allude to James Being Homosexual Day. He couldn't recall being hexed, either, unless Snivellus had snuck into their dorm in the middle of the night and cursed the poor, unaware, slumbering Marauder. The theory angered James more than possibility of it being a Sirius holiday, as well as disturbed him a great deal more.

"Padfoot, I think you need to explain. He looks confused", Remus Lupin- who James didn't even realize was there, as he was too busy concentrating on why he couldn't talk and why Sirius was still on his torso- put in.

"Yeah… he looks kinda like a poor, confused, sick, sad, slightly angry, cold-", Peter Pettigrew nodded sympathetically before Sirius interrupted. Interrupting was another one of his hobbies, behind creating holidays.

"A poor, confused, sick, sad, slightly angry, cold what!?" he cried hysterically, throwing in too much body motion for James' liking.

Peter took a breath to add to the anticipation before continuing, "-a poor, confused, sick, sad, slightly angry, cold, and wounded puppy."

Now all of the boys were staring at James intently- Remus with a puzzled look on his face.

"I really don't see it…" he finally said, as he compared the look on James's face to that of an agitated puppy.

"You gotta look deep, Moony. Real deep. Into his soul", Sirius responded, reaching down to place both of his hands square on James' chest, causing James to begin flailing to avoid Sirius' grasp, causing Sirius to fall off the bed.

"Oh, I see it!" Peter declared, quite triumphantly, ignoring the frantically flailing James and Sirius, "If you look close enough, he is kind of furry!"

This last comment was enough for James; even he had his limits. He had to set them straight, and yell at them for comparing him to a puppy. He was about to too, before--

"Prongs buddy. My old sweaty, sock that's in your mouth right now is for your own good."

"Mmmjkbulk!", was all James could respond.

"Would that count as talking?" Peter asked. Why wouldn't they let him talk? There must be something he wasn't remembering. Something that he was missing. Nothing came to mind, and he couldn't remember consuming any firewhisky.

"I don't know, Wormtail- Lily's pretty strict", Remus answered. Lily? What did she have to do with anything? Well, except for everything James ever thought about, but that was beside the point. What did matter was why James currently had a sock in his mouth, and why Sirius was holding his arms behind his back to stop him from removing it.

" Honestly Prongs! It's not our fault you're a pansy man and lost to Lily and some stupid muggle game! Don't take it out on us!" Sirius exclaimed, trying to tighten his grip.

"I mean- sure Monogamy looked 'tricky' and all but—", he went on- answering James's question. Now what did this have to do with not talking?

"It was your idea to place bets! And of course she had to maker her side of the deal that you wouldn't be able to talk for a week! You'd think that much would be obvious considering how much she hates you. Though I would have thought her side of the bet would have been much more lethal than just not talking. Imagine the sort of power she held. We're lucky you're alive, mate."

Oh bloody Hell.

"…but- you could always make it worth your while.", Sirius added in hesitantly- figuring James just might eat him if he said the wrong thing. But Sirius didn't factor in how hard it would be to eat someone with a sock in your mouth. If anything- James would devour the sock, but Sirius really liked that sock.

But James wasn't thinking about the said sock as much as Sirius was. James was thinking about all the new opportunities this bet opened up; all the new ways he could woe his maiden.

Yes. This might just work out for him.