Chapter One
Hair and Girls

James Potter was not a happy teenager. His gray dress robes just would not fit right, his hair wouldn't lie flat, and his emotions were bothering him like Snape with his trick bludgers. There was this slight problem haunting over him, that had actually been haunting him all week. He had feelings for Lily Evans. Head girl, rival prankster, and just plain annoying Lily Evans. Ever since that first year when he and Sirius had so innocently' sprinkled Jumping Bean Jelly' on her seat at the Gryffindor table, causing her to jump around like a crazed maniac shouting off the names of random Bertie Botts flavors (great prank, a wonder why they had never used it again), they had hated each other. And now James realized, he had to face the music. He was falling hard for Lily Evans, faster than Sirius diving for the snitch. And unfortunately, the Seventh year Graduation Ball was tonight. Lily would be going. James would see her. And this made for a very grumbling wizard.

Sirius exited the bathroom, only t0 find that poor James was wrestling with his hair once more, yelling at it with a number of rather.... inappropriate curses. He suddenly yelled out the Killing Curse with such fury at his hair, that Sirius was surprised that it didn't fall straight off his head, just from the power of his voice. Remus poked his head out of his four poster, snuffling.

... Sirius, did James just try to murder someone, or am I delirious? Remus had been feeling naturally under the weather for a time now, which made for a horrid turn seeing as he quite wanted to attend the ball. (A certain Melody Greevs would be there, and although Moony'd never admit it, he was a bit brighter than usual whenever the Gryffindor was around.) Sirius chuckled, and pointed to his own floppy mop of hair.

Remus smothered a laugh, and got out of bed, heading over towards James.

James, my friend, you're going about it the wrong way. Silencio! Remus raised his wand at his friend's hair, which fell quite flat. James looked in the mirror, astounded.

How the... What the.. He sputtered, turning around in dazed circles. Remus just smiled. However, James' joy was short-lived, as it popped up in its usual messy fashion after a few more seconds. James sulked. Sirius guffawed. Remus rolled his eyes and went back to charming Sirius' dress robes for him. Sirius walked over to James, bringing a brush.

You know, one of these might help. James shook his head.

Broken three already. Might as well face it. My hair is hopeless. He sighed, and plopped himself onto a stool. Sirius raised an eyebrow.

Erm, James, correct me if I'm wrong, but I never seem to remember you being Miss Drama Queen' about your looks before. Would a certain girl be the source of my animal friend's worries? James glared at Sirius, which made him smile.

Ooo, let me guess. Donna Davies? James gagged.

Crystal Fletcher? He raised an eyebrow.

Fletcher's sister? I'd rather Voldemort kill me ten times over. Sirius shrugged.

She ain't that bad looking. A couple warts, couple blobs.. James rolled his eyes.

Alright, enough about Crystal. Uhm.. Nancy Blikhim?



Gwen Shepard?



Amy DeSamis. Chasille Firgen. Jesebel Beekman. Amy Weasley. Professor McGonnagal.

No, no, no, no, and you're perverted. Sirius shrugged.

'Twas worth a shot.. but that only leaves... but no, that one.. James, you DON'T. James swallowed slightly.

Don't what?

You don't... Snape, James, such BAD taste! By now Sirius was close to rolling around on the floor with laughter--before being stopped by a glaring James.

Your honor, I rest my case. May Sirius Black here no longer question matters not of his concern. Sirius grumbled.

Alright, no more stupid guesses. But.. James, that only seriously leaves Lily. And you and her... He stopped, however, apon seeing his friend's face.

You and Lily?? All right, Prongs! You two, great idea. James sighed.

Yeah, but what about Lily? I highly doubt she has feelings for me. It's impossible.

Prongs, nothing's impossible. Slightly out of reach, maybe, but not impossible. Relax, go out there, and have a fun time.

Oi, Sirius! Your dress robes are done. Sirius stood up and walked over to Remus, who handed him his black dress robes, now fully charmed to look like the night sky. He put them on, and left, with a shout of seeing the star struck lover on the dance floor later. James raised an eyebrow, and continued to work with his hair.

Thirty minutes later, and still no luck. He went out into the main section of the dorms and muttered something about finding Peter's trunk, how he always had some sort of hair flattener. He passed Remus, now sleeping, and stopped at Peter's trunk. A small Alohomora' got the lock to spring open, and James started digging through the boy's carefully packed stuff until he found a small can of nameless spray. He took it out, and sprayed three squirts of silvery stuff into his hair, and to his great pleasure, it laid flat. Imagine his surprise when seconds later, everything went black.