"Hey, Evans!"James yelled across the Gryffindor Common Room.
Lily groaned, but turned around none-the-less. "What?" she asked, hesitantly and regretfully.
"Go to Hogsmeade with me Saturday?" he asked, his hand jumping to his already messy black hair- making it messier than before. His hazel eyes twinkled, as they always did when he caught a sight of Lily. James Potter was in his seventh, and final, year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Lily laughed, it was a short, mocking laugh. "In your dreams, Potter... if your lucky." she replied. Lily Evans was also in her seventh year. She had auburn hair and vibrant green eyes.
James sighed, "Come on Evans, don't make me beg!" he said walking over to her."
"How many times have I told you 'no' Potter?" Lily asked, in an annoyed tone that said 'not-this-again'. Which was the truth. James asked her out everytime he saw her, ever since thier first year. Lily had turned him down everytime. She thought he was just a big-headed prat.
"3,789 times." James said, shrugging. This was also probably the truth, or possibly even more.
"And how many times have I said yes?" she asked looking at her homework paper, barely paying attention to James.
"Umm...none." James replied, his hand jumping to his hair again.
"And what makes you think this time is any different?" she asked, looking up at him again. He had actually gotten a bit better over the summer, but Lily refused to think about that. She couldn't fall for the Potter boy.
"Well, my charm," he started, grinning,"my good looks, pure luck and...hope." he finished.
"Right, well if I were you I wouldn't rely on all of that." Lily replied.
"So...is that a 'yes'?" James asked, quite stupidly.
"No, that's a 'no' James. So, make that 3,790." Lily replied, rolling her eyes.
"Are you sure?" James asked, grinning.
"I'm positive. James Potter, get this through your thick skull- I do not want to go the Hogsmeade with you, not now, not ever." Lily said sweetly, then turned around and looked back at her paper.
James walked over to where he had been sitting with his best friend, Sirius Black. James was apparently disappointed, but trying to hide it.
"Tough luck, mate." Sirius said. Sirius had handsome brown hair that hung into his face elegantly.
"Shut up Padfoot." James snapped. Padfoot was Sirius' nickname.
"Don't have to be so ornery, Prongs. Wasn't me that turned you down for the 3,790th time." Sirius snapped back.
James sighed, slinking back into his seat. "Sorry." he muttered.
"Just get over her why don't you. Nothing's gonna change her mind. And she isn't that good-looking anyway." Sirius said, attempting to comfort his friend.
"Padfoot, do me a favor and just shut up, okay?" James said opening his book.