James + Lily – You Got Me

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, it all belongs to JK Rowling!

By the way, here is my dreamcast for the Marauder's, just so you can see where I am going with this:

James Potter – Aaron Johnson

Lily Evans – Karen Gillan

Sirius Black – Ben Barnes

Remus Lupin – Andrew Garfield

Peter Pettigrew - Jamie Bell

Alice Prewett – Carey Mulligan

Frank Longbottom – Jim Sturgess

Severus Snape – Charlie Cox? (no one is as good as Alan Rickman!)

"Checkmate!" shouted Sirius, as Remus' last remaining red chess piece crumbled on the worn-out chessboard. All the Gryffindor turned to glare at the rowdy group of four boys, lounging around on what they claimed to be their territory on the soft plushy sofas in front of the roaring fire.

"That is so not fair – you always win, Padfoot!"

"It's because I'm a genius at wizard chess, obviously…"

James laughed at his friends bickering. "However," said Sirius, sitting up from his slouching position, "I will never be as good as our dear friend, Mr. Potter."

"Oh, come off it Sirius, Potter couldn't win against a girl!" sneered Owen Thomas from the other side of the Gryffindor common room, followed by a round of jeering from the crowd around him.

"Oh yeah?" James threatened, standing up and glaring directly at Owen.

He looked around the room, before shouting at one particular girl, sat in the corner of the room, a group of her giggling friends huddled around her. "Oi, Evans!" he shouted, his eyes twinkling.

"What now, Potter?" she snapped back, clearly irritated by the young boy with the messy black hair.

"Fancy a game of chess?" he replied, a smile itching his lips. Lily Evans stood up and folded her arms defensively across her chest. "What's in it for me?"

"If you win, I'll stop giving your friend Snivellus the swirly in Moaning Myrtle's cubicle for a month-"

"Two months…"

"Fine, two months then!" he agreed, Sirius clearly getting agitated by James' side.

Then James slowly made his way across the room, towards Lily, before stopping only about a metre or so away from her. "You may continue," she said confidently.

"And if I win," James said, his tone soft and seductive. He was now only several inches away from Lily's clearly unimpressed face. "Then you have to kiss me," he whispered as his cheek brushed her burning red hair, his words tickling her ear. James then stepped back several paces, one eyebrow raised questioningly, his lip folded in under his top row of teeth. "So what do you say then, Evans?"

After a long pause, with everyone in the common room looking at either James or Lily in aid anticipation, she unfolded her arms and placed one on her hips. "You're on, Potter," Lily said, making her way across the room to sit on the hearthrug by the chessboard (that had now rearranged itself, ready to play again) by the fire as everyone in the room cheered and gathered around the sofa, all eager to see who would win.

As soon as James had managed to push through all the Gryffindors and sit down opposite Lily, she said firmly and loudly to James over the general muttering of everyone around, "After I kick your ass at this game, Potter, you had better keep your promise about Severus."

"Or what?" he replied, in just a serious tone as Lily's, as she glared at him. Suddenly, to James' surprise (and everyone else's) she whipped out her wand and jabbed it underneath his chin. His cocky smile instantly faltered. "Or else, Potter."

Everybody in the school knew that, Muggle-born though she was, Lily Evans was one of the most skilled witches in the entire school. A threat from her was enough to wipe the smile off even James Potter's face.

"Evans, as long as you keep your side of the bargain, I'll keep mine, ok?" he said, as she stowed her wand away back in her pocket, before she did something so curious, even James' brows furrowed.

"Pinky swear?" she said quietly, holding out her delicate fifth finger towards James, not letting herself look away from his sparkling blue-grey eyes. "Pinky swear." He said, interlocking his own finger with hers. As he looked into her big, green eyes, something in him jolted. It was a weird feeling, something he had never felt before, but all he knew was he never wanted to stop that feeling. He could have held her gaze forever, just staring into her deep eyes reflecting the dancing fire beside them, but she pulled her finger away from his touch too quickly, and she broke eye contact.

"Let's play then Potter." And they did.

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