A/N: The Harry Potter world isn't mine, all belongs to JKR.

I've gotten some drabble dares from LilyAndJamesAreForever :) First up: "Will you teach me how to play the guitar?" and "Supermegafoxyawesome." I think it fits in well ;) Lots more to come, so please read and review? Thanks!

Lily was relaxing in the Gryffindor Common Room with her Transfiguration book, not really paying attention to the words written before her. She was really listening to the melodious tune coming from the Boys' Dormitory. She realized it was a Muggle guitar, quite unusual for a Hogwarts' student to be playing.

Yet she listened.

She sighed.

She rolled her eyes.

She was getting impatient and curious.

Lily had always wanted to play the guitar.

Her mum, on the other-hand, made her play the piano till her fingers were sore. Yes, she did enjoy playing the piano, but her whole family played it. Lily wanted something different.

Curiosity got the best of the redhead.

Getting up from her spot before the fire, she set her book down and made her way to the winding steps of the Boys' dormitory. Walking into the Sixth Year hall, she found the door she needed, and opened it.

Of course the only guitar player at Hogwarts had to be him.

James Potter.

Sighing she sat next to him on his bed, where he was currently strumming some cords.
Surprised by his new company, he stopped playing and looked up. His hazel eyes showed confusion, but he smiled mischievously.

"Hey, Lily." He ruffled his raven hair.

"Can you teach me?" She pointed to the wooden contraption. He raised his eyebrows, grinning.

She sighed.

"Will you teach me how to play the guitar, James?"

"What's the magic word?"

She sighed again, but still smiled.

"Will you teach me how to play the guitar, please?"

He tried to hide his ever-growing smile. "That's not it."

"What? Please is always the magic word, James, haven't your parents taught you manners?"

"Of course, of course." He ruffled his hair again.

"Well," she said matter of factly, "what's the magic word, then?"

"Repeat after me." She rolled her eyes, but played along. "Repeat after me."

He chuckled, "I, Lily Evans."

"I, Lily Evans."

"Claim that."

"Claim that."

"James Potter."

"James Potter."

"Is."

"Is." Lily eyed him suspiciously.

"A supermegafoxyawesome boy—scratch that, I meant 'man'."

"A supermega-," Lily stopped and got up abruptly. "I am not repeating that, James Potter!"

James frowned, "Eh, I kind of figured, always worth the try though, right?"

Lily smiled; she really wanted to play the guitar. "Fine, you can have the 'mega foxy' title." James grinned, "but that's all!"

"Alright, my dear Lily, I'll take it! Come right up and I'll teach you how to play the guitar."

"Really?"

"Of course, I would have taught you anyway, even if you didn't use the magic word." He grinned, "I'm a sucker for guitar playing red-heads."

She rolled her eyes, but sat down next to him anyway. Carefully, he set the guitar in her small arms and their lessons began.