~~Sadly, I don't own Harry Potter. Not the plot, not the characters, nothing. I do, however, own one of those novelty spinning lollipop holders from The Sorcerer's Stone movie franchise...

I have officially fallen in love with James and Lily! They're so adorable... Sooo, I decided to add my own fanfic to the collection of Potter/Evans loveliness. Reviews mean I keep writing!! If I get no reviews, there's no use in continuing it... *wink wink*~~

"Morning, Lily." James said, smirking as she shuffled down the girls' stairs and into the Gryffindor common room.

Lily rolled her eyes. "Morning, Potter." She sighed, stretching her arms a bit.

He chuckled. "Head Girl still tired when it's almost time for breakfast? Tsk, tsk."

Petulantly, Lily stuck her tongue out at him. "Simply because I'm Head Girl doesn't mean I'm not human, Potter. I never was a morning pershwaung..." Her last word was distorted by a large yawn.

"So I've noticed." He laughed again, earning him a prompt smack on the shoulder.

"Are you ever going to grow out of being an insufferable prat?" she asked, annoyed.

"It's possible," he mused, leaning casually against a wall. "But I think only one thing could assist me in that." He smiled wickedly.

"...I don't think I even want to know." she shook her head, putting her hands up as if to block any of his unwanted ideas, and turned towards the portrait door.

He pushed himself off the wall, following her immediately. "I'd have to disagree with you there, Miss Evans. You may be Head Girl, but you're still human. Your curiosity never was controllable." He smirked again, running a hand through his ever-messy black hair.

Annoyance flashed in Lily's green eyes, and she started to walk a little faster.

"Don't deny it, Lily. You know you want to know what goes on in my head."

His arrogant tone made her whip around to face him, her red hair obscuring half of her face. "I have absolutely no curiosity in the least, Potter, to know what goes on in that sick little mind of yours." She spat.

"Aw, Lils. That hurt me." He put a hand to his chest, a falsely pained expression on his face.

"Mmm." She hummed disappointedly. "Wish it really had." She spun back around to leave the common room, but James stepped in front of her, blocking her path. "Potter." She sighed, exasperated, and rubbed her forehead. "Would you move?"

"Not until you listen to me. Don't you want me to finally grow out of being an insufferable prat?" he asked, smirking again.

Lily slowly dragged her hand down her face. "I already know what you want, Potter. The answer is still no."

James pouted, folding his arms. "Why not?"

She snorted, ignoring how delicious his lips looked like that. No matter how gorgeous he was – and he definitely was—he was still a big git. "Because every time you open your mouth, your words are cocky, rude, or just plain annoying. Because you hex people for the heck of it. Because you're so bloody a—" she stopped herself short. Was she really just about to say...? Yes, yes she was. She very nearly told James Potter that he was "so bloody attractive". She was appalled at herself.

"So bloody... what?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Annoying." She growled.

"You used that one already, love." He smiled. "Running out of excuses already?"

"Ugh!" Lily threw her hands in the air. "That's exactly what I'm talking about!" she poked him in the chest. His beautifully muscled chest... Quidditch really tones a man... Oh, stop it, Lily! "You're so bloody annoying, so bloody arrogant, and so bloody persistent!"

"If you don't like how persistent I am, you should just give in." he smiled again, and leaned down, looking her straight in the eyes. "Say yes, Lily," he breathed.

Her own breath hitched lightly. He smelled... Merlin, he smelled even better than he looked. Sirius had been right the other day. The man really was put on this earth to seduce women. And, unfortunately, he was fixated on one woman in particular... "Potter," she said disapprovingly. "Must we really play round after round of this game? You're such a damn sore loser about it," she whispered, the harshness of her words lost in the airy tone.

"That's your own fault, Lily," James murmured. "When the prize is you, winning the game is all that matters." Slowly, he wrapped his arms around her waist.

Any other time, she would've stomped on his foot, gotten pissy at him for being cocky, and walked away without a single look at him and his damnable face. But, with that damnable face so extremely close to her own, and his scent clouding her mind, she couldn't remember why she'd ever want to. "Is it?" she asked, her voice slight. She realized her hands were resting on his chest.

He nodded, smiling softly. "Most definitely. This little game is consuming me, Lily Evans. It's all I've been able to think about since the first day I met you." He tightened his hold on her a fraction.

She shook her head slowly, denying his words, though her body instinctively moved closer to his when his arms flexed protectively. "I... I don't think that... James, you really... I just don't know."

His heart swelled. She called me James, he thought, elated beyond belief. She hadn't called him James since they were second years, when Padfoot had shoved the both of them in a closet, sealing and silencing the door with a few quick spells. "Lily." His thumbs rubbed the small of her back gently. "You don't have to know. Just tell me what you want to do. Right now."

Gazing up into his beautiful blue eyes, she could only think of one thing. She stood up on her tiptoes, and placed her lips over his.

James's eyes widened. Definitely unexpected. He'd been prepared for more doubts, more rejection, more insults, maybe even more confusion. But not this. Ah, screw it. Lily is kissing you, you git! Shut up and enjoy it! So he did. He gathered her even closer and closed his eyes, moving his lips with hers. Her arms snaked up and around his neck, hugging him to her.

What am I doing? This is mad. I shouldn't be doing this. What is he doing? Why is he kissing me back? Oh, who am I kidding? He's been begging to kiss me since Sirius shoved us in that closet in second year. Ugh! Shut up and kiss him, Lily! She threaded her fingers through his untamed, black hair. Her lids slid down. She felt his tongue on her bottom lip, silently asking for access. Instinctually, she granted it, opening her mouth. As their tongues danced together, Lily sighed into his mouth, leaning into the kiss. She ran her tongue along his lip, and he moaned quietly.

Sharp whistling and loud whooping caught the couple's attention, and their mouths broke apart to find where the noise was coming from. When they saw who was making all the racket, James growled. Lily, gaining her wits back, immediately stepped away from him, straightening her robes and hair.

"Oi, Prongs! Finally got your hands on Evans, eh?" Sirius Black called, waving enthusiastically. Beside him, Peter Pettigrew clapped his hands together, jumping up and down. Remus Lupin was just barely visible behind the two, his hand on his forehead, chuckling at the other boys' antics.

Lily's eyes narrowed and she turned back to James. "I don't know what you're playing at, Potter, but there is no game." With that, she swept out of the room towards the banquet hall, though her appetite was less than important at the moment.

James stared at the portrait as it swung closed, the other Marauders gathering around him.

"Congrats, Potter!" Sirius boomed, clapping him on the shoulder.

The black haired boy turned to glare at his best friend, and quickly smacked him upside the head.

"Ow!" he protested. "That hurt!"

"You gits! What'd you do that for? She was about to say yes!" he complained.

"Oh, calm yourself, James." Lupin muttered.

"Yeah, James, calm yourself." Sirius grinned widely. "By the looks of that snogging, she'll be saying yes in no time." He winked.

"She better, Black. Or you're going to find a certain prized possession of yours has turned into a wand," he growled.

His friends just laughed as they steered him out the door.

You're wrong, Lily Evans. There is a game. And it's on.

~~I love Sirius. Really, I do. He's hilarious and carefree. So adorable...

Oh, right. James and Lily. *shakes head quickly* So, uh, tell me what you think, if you want me to continue this or scrap it, what you like, what you hate, all that jazz.

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Love and huggies to all my R&R...ers!

Rach xo~~