Disclaimer: I own nothing of the world of Harry Potter and Hogwarts, goddammit.

Here's the first chapter! Remember, this is a totally fluffy, happy little fanfiction about James and Lily getting to be the couple we know them as today. Mild language, possibly mild smut in future chapters ;)

Sans Peter (because I hate him), sans Snape (because he just didn't fit in with what I was writing). Enjoy!

***Girls—you will definitely appreciate this chapter! Guys—you probably won't get it. And even if you think you do, trust me, you don't.***

The first thing you need to know about me is that I did not fall for a boy like James I-can-get-any-girl-I-want Potter. At least, not knowingly.

CHAPTER ONE: Prongs, Moony, and Sirius

I peered anxiously down the stairs, praying that the common room below was empty. It should be; today marked the second school trip to Hogsmeade village, and only a seldom few stayed in the castle at times such as these. I was one of them. Had it been any other time of the month, I'd be in the village with my friends. But of course, Mother Nature—that bitch—had other plans, namely excruciating cramps. Figures, I thought as I descended the stairs to the common room. I sighed deeply with relief when the only sound that met my ears was that of the crackling fire. I plopped down on the sofa nearest the fire and spread out, snuggling deep under a nearby afghan. I grimaced and closed my eyes as yet another wave of pain shot through my body. What, exactly, had the female population done to deserve this? I was granted a few precious moments of silence before I heard the slam of a door and muffled voices above me. I sat up as one, two, three sniggering boys came sauntering down the stairs from the boys' dormitory. Shit.

"Hey, Evans! Fancy meeting you here!" James Potter called loudly. I groaned as he began making his way over to me.

"What do you want?" I said flatly as he stopped in front of the sofa. His usual followers, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, took up their respective places on Potter's right and left.

Sirius chuckled. "It's nice to see you, too."

"Sorry," I said rather snidely, "I was under the impression that I was alone."

"Merlin, Evans, what do you do when no one else is around?" Potter joked, indicating the afghan that covered my midriff and lower half. I rolled my eyes; typical.

"Witty, Prongs, really witty," Remus chided, ever the adult.

Potter ignored the remark. "Seriously, Evans, what gives? We thought you, of all people, would be enjoying the carefree joys of Hogsmeade village on this fine avvy."

"And I thought you three would have something better to do that lounge around here taking the mickey out of me!" I snapped. Seeing the boys' eyes widen at my sudden outburst, I mentally slapped myself for being so harsh. Damn these mood swings.

"Whoa, Evans, don't get your knickers in a knot," Potter said, holding up his hands in defeat as he sat down near my feet. I hoped my disgust wasn't too obvious as he put a hand on my leg.

"What, is it that time of the month or something?" Sirius mumbled.

"I—yeah," I sighed. No point in denying it; if I was lucky, it would even scare them away.

"Oh," Potter said, shifting his weight away from me as if I carried some disease. Sirius, however, was not fazed. He knelt down near my head and looked at me sympathetically, a twinkle in his eye.

"Ah, don't worry about it, Evans. Moony here's got one, too," he cracked, jerking his head toward his friend. Remus tried to pass off his laugh as a cough, and even I couldn't help giggling at Sirius's joke. Potter, apparently deciding that I wasn't a ticking time bomb after all, put his hand on my leg again and shot me that oh-so-charming smile that had struck down every girl in school. That is, every girl except me. I still refused to acknowledge his good looks, however obvious they may be.

"You know something, Evans?" He said thoughtfully.

"What's that, Potter?"

"I know a spell that can help fix your little problem," he said, eyeing me mischievously. I burst out laughing.

"Right," I gasped, partly from lack of breath and partly from pain. "I'm going to let you near that part of my body." Sirius snorted, Remus smiled, and Potter shrugged nonchalantly.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

"Because I really want to see your 'second wand.'"

Sirius sucked in his breath. "Tough luck, Prongsie."

I rolled my eyes again. "Get out of here, Potter. Leave me and my girl issues alone."

"Well I would, but your mesmerizing eyes are making it hard," Potter said without hesitation. Sirius nearly choked on the air he was breathing as he stifled more guffaws.

"Enough with the double entendres, Potter. You are as thick as shit in the neck of a butterbeer bottle if you think a line like that is going to win me over."

"Ah, you love it," he replied, finally getting up from the sofa. "Come on, Padfoot, Moony. Let's leave Little Miss PMS in peace." With that, the boys departed through the portrait hole. "Hey, Evans," I heard Potter call.

"What."

"Hope you feel better," he said, winking as I stuck my tongue out at him. He laughed and shot me with his signature grin again before exiting the common room. I sighed. Yes, James Potter could be a little arsehole. But Merlin, he sure could be charming as well.

Well, there you have it! The first chapter of my first-ever Marauders fanfic! Reviews welcome!

And tell me, guys…who's YOUR favorite Marauder?