Lily Evans has a problem. His name is James Potter. When Alice hatches a plan, a few bets are made. Lily is stubborn enough to win, even if she's not sure she wants to anymore.

Everything you recognize belongs to the Goddess/Queen Rowling, not me. If I were her, I wouldn't be avoiding my Pre-Calc. Also, there would be a book about James and Lily.

Chapter 1; in which a Lily is angered and a plan is hatched.

Lily Evans stood in the Prefects' compartment at the Hogwarts Express as Head Girl. She was busy explaining the Prefects' duties when he walked in. From the corner of her eye, he was easily recognizable. Tall, athletic build, messy black hair and glasses.

She stopped mid-sentence to meet his hazel eyes. She was about to ask why he was standing there when she saw the shiny Head Boy badge on his robes.

"No," she said flatly. This was not happening.

"Believe me, Evans, I'm as surprised as you. Thought it'd be Remus."

Lily closed her eyes for a moment, her lips forming a tight line, her jaw tensing. Then she sighed, pushing her feelings away.

She looked back at the others in the compartment. "So, as I was saying before our Head Boy showed up, we'll patrol the corridors every night. Gryffindors on Mondays, Ravenclaws on Wednesdays, Slytherins on Fridays, and Hufflepuffs on Saturdays. Potter and I will take Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays. You can figure the time shifts within your own house. Any questions?"

They all shook their heads.

She turned to James. "Anything to add?"

He shook his head.

"Aright, we'll have a meeting in a week or so."

And she left.

"Evans! Hey, Evans, wait up!"

She hadn't gotten very far away before she heard him. She spun on him, her dark red hair flying around her face. Her eyes were narrowed. "What do you want?" It came out a little sharper than she'd meant, but she wasn't taking it back.

James seemed to forget what he was going to say for a minute.

"Today, Potter," she sighed. "I'd like to go find Alice."

"Sorry. Look, you're obviously mad about me being Head Boy, but let me say, I didn't exactly ask for it."

She knew he didn't, which just aggravated her more.

"So I really think we should make the best of it. I know we haven't gotten along very well in the past—" That was an understatement, and it was because of her, but he wasn't going to say that "—but I feel like the Head Boy and Girl should make the effort to work together without trying to tear each others' faces off."

What he was saying was making sense, and against her will, she could feel her anger melting away.

"What I'm trying to say, Lils, is will you go out with me, now that I'm Head Boy?" He was laughing a little, grinning his Potter grin, and that was why Lily didn't see the hopefulness.

She was so fast that he never even saw her wand clearly. Lily Evans performed what was probably the best Jelly-Leg Jinx of her life that day.

Lily threw a pillow at the wall. Alice looked on, almost amused. Lily's temper was the color of her hair, so volatile and passionate it was sometimes scary. It often got the best of her. This, coupled with her thick stubborn streaks, made her an impossible person; you never knew what would set her off, or when she'd come back around.

There was, of course, one person that could always set her off. James Potter. Whom she was now ranting about, for what was probably the twenty-millionth time. For nearly six years, Alice had heard, in detail, every offense James Potter had made, every prank, every time he asked her out. Every time he'd scored higher than she had on a test.

The sad thing is, the only person who didn't see how absolutely crazy she was for that boy was Lily.

"Head Boy! Do you believe this? Dumbledore must've been drunk! That is the only explanation. This is going to ruin my year! And then he has the nerve to ask me out!"

Alice cut her off. "Lils," she said, "Why don't you say yes one of these times he asks you out?"

"Alice!" she exclaimed. She ticked of her list of her fingers. "Arrogant toe rag, can't stand him, and—"

"You're lying," her friend told her. "You like him."

For a moment, Lily was speechless. That was new. "So what if I was, Allie? I don't like him, but say I did," she asked then. "There'd still be nothing to do about it. It's all just a game, and it's one I won't let him win."

Alice thought for a moment, tipping her head sideways like a dog. Then she smiled, a plan forming. "Then next time, say yes. Wait," she cut off Lily's protest. "If it's all a game, he'll lose interest after, right? He goes through girls after about a week, so that's all it will take."

Lily raised her eyebrow. It was an idea. An idea that made her a little nervous, that was true. Would that be letting him win, if you're a step ahead of him? No, she decided, not really.

Alice smiled. One thing about Lily is that her emotions and thoughts crossed her face. Sometime so quickly that it was hard to notice, but she had no poker face. Alice knew her friend just might do this.

"I'll be back in a little bit," Alice told her friend. When she walked into the common room, she scanned the fire-lit area. She walked up to Remus Lupin.

"Where's Potter?"

He looked up at her from his Charms book with mild surprise. "I think he went with Sirius to the kitchens."

Alice nodded. "Come on," she said, turning. She went through the portrait hole without waiting to see if he'd follow. Which, of course, he did. If Alice was looking for James, something interesting was about to happen.

The two found the boys as they left the kitchens, loaded with food enough to last a week. It'd be gone by the next day.

"Potter. Black," she said by way on hello.

"Alice, love, to what do we owe the pleasure?" Sirius asked with an arrogant grin.

She sent him a haughty look before turning to James. "You need to go ask Lily out, and soon, before she finds her reason again."

"What?" James asked blankly. Then he was suspicious. "Why would I want to do that?"

"Because she'll say yes."

James dropped his food. Remus and Sirius looked just as shocked.

Alice rolled her eyes. "Really. Just listen. She thinks she sick of you asking her out. So she's going to say yes, just so that you'll stop. You need to figure out how to keep her going on dates until she figures out she's already fallen for you, because let's be honest, she's the only one who doesn't know it." Her gaze got incredibly intense as voice became more measured. "This will be very hard for you to screw up, Potter, you're not that much of an idiot. That said, it still scares me to have to rely on you."

Right, so this is a start. I'm not sure if I like it, so it may be reposted later. Please R&R!