'Oi, Padfoot! Get up already, it's past noon.' James gave Sirius a soft kick and he lifted his head, blinking furiously to adapt to the bright sunlight now pouring in the window, the curtains having been thrown open. 'Our letters've just arrived.' He thrust something onto the bed and Sirius felt the crisp edge of the envelope brush against his cheek.

James strode across the room, tearing at his own, rather larger, letter. He had almost reached the couch at the other end of the apartment when he stopped, dead in his tracks, staring at something shiny resting on his hand. Sirius tossed his letter aside – nothing to worry about until they went to Diagon Alley. He looked at his friend, standing stock-still in the middle of his apartment. 'All right, Prongs?'

James turned around, his mouth hanging open in shock, tossing a small, shiny badge over to Sirius, who was still sitting on his bed. Sirius grabbed it and his mouth immediately fell open, as James' had done. The badge was tiny, bearing the Hogwarts crest and embellished with two words: Head Boy. Sirius hastily closed his mouth and seemed to be having a fit, struggling to keep a straight face and restrain his laughter.

James was so flustered he couldn't speak. 'How … wha … why me?' He spluttered. He sank into the nearest chair, looking defeated. 'What'd I ever do that was responsible?'

Sirius could no longer fit back the laughter. 'Dumbledore – really – has – a – sense – of – humour!!' He roared, bent double, tears welling up in his eyes. James looked at him reproachfully, then stalked over to him and ripped the badge out of his hand, eyes narrowed. Sirius was finally able to stop laughing and pulled a straight face. 'I reckon it's everything you did to deflate your head for Lily.'

James looked thoughtfully down at him. 'I suppose so …'

On September 1st, Mr and Mrs Potter went with James and Sirius to see them off to their final year at Hogwarts. Mrs Potter hugged him twice, positively beaming. His parents couldn't have been happier that he was Head Boy, and were quite surprised; they said that Dumbledore must have seen something in him nobody else could. James and Sirius made their way over to Remus and Peter, who were standing by the train scouring the platform for them. They stood and talked for their ew remaining minutes, and when the whistle blew, they all said goodbye to Remus (who was to go to the Prefect's carriage) – all except James.

Remus was rather startled to see James walking just behind him to the Prefect's carriage. 'James, why aren't you back there with Sirius and Peter, finding a compartment?' Remus raised his eyebrows, still walking.

James gave a mischievous grin. 'You'll see in a minute, Moony.' He followed his friend to the front of the train. Assembled there were a group of nervous fifth years, a group of indifferent sixth years, and a group of rather bored looking seventh years. He felt a fluttering in his stomach that was quite unrelated to his nerves as he saw, among the seventh years, a familiar head of soft red waves that accented a pair of vivid green eyes. Quite forgetting why he was there, he tousled his hair by habit, before moving over to the girl. 'All right, Evans?'

She looked round, startled by his presence. 'You're not a prefect, Potter. Get out of here.' She got up and walked to the front of the compartment where she had stowed her letter. She looked out on the prefects, muttering. 'Who's Head Boy? Why isn't he here yet?'

James moved in front of her, staring into her eyes. 'Head Boy, present and accounted for.' She gaped at him, her eyes flickering to the shiny badge on his chest. She looked dumbstruck. 'Relax, Evans. Now, how does this work?'

The pair of them faced the twenty-something faces staring up at them and delivered the instructions. Patrolling corridors, giving detentions, and whatnot. After the brief meeting, Lily rounded on James. She seemed to have overcome the initial shock, for she was no longer spluttering random nonsense. 'How on earth could Dumbledore make you Head Boy?' She looked at him appraisingly as he tousled his hair again. 'You weren't even a Prefect!' She got into a rant of all the stupid things he'd done. He didn't interrupt her once, letting her vent. '… and you were always jinxing people or the fun of it and … and … you're not even contradicting me! Are you listening?'

'I'm listening … you're absolutely correct.' He said this quite unabashedly. 'I did jinx people because I was bored. In fifth year. You may not have noticed, Evans, but I've changed quite a bit since then.' His tone was rather cool. She looked about to disagree, but he cut her off. 'It's all your fault I'm Head Boy, Evans.'

She had to think about this for a minute. She had stopped arguing with him anyways, as her mind was busy working out his logic. She couldn't seem to forget his arrogant fifteen year old self to the (semi) responsible young man he had become. She looked at him, lost for words. 'How do you work that one out?' She stared at him, bewildered.

'If you'd just agreed to go out with me, I wouldn't have tried to impress you by being responsible. I wouldn't have changed. I changed for you, Lily. I thought you were smart enough to see that.'

She looked at him, her expression inscrutable. As she stared into his hazel eyes she thought she felt a swooping sensation in the pit of her stomach. He walked away in mock disgust, disappointed that she still thought him arrogant. As he walked away she had half a mind to call out to him. Maybe she really felt something. Maybe she wanted to tell him off. But deep down she knew, it was the first time he'd called her Lily.

A/N: Should I just leave it here or add more chapters? I'm not really sure what to do with it... Please Review!!