Ways to Ask Out Miss Lily Evans

By: neen

Author's note: Good day everyone! This has been in my notebook for a while and I've decided to give it a shot…hmm…feedback on whether or not to continue this please! Thanks.

Chapter One: The Normal Way

"Go for it, Prongsie!" Sirius egged on as James grinned. Today, (September 18th) was the day.

After days of pranking the girl, James had finally declared that he was in love with her. Yes indeed, today was the day. No doubt about it.

James walked up to the pretty red-head reading by the lake and tapped her on the shoulder. The rest of the Marauders were loyally trailing behind silently.

"Care to go out with me, Evans?" James asked nonchalantly, a smug smirk in place.

"No," Lily did not even look up to see who it was.

James blinked in confusion, the smirk wiped away. "But it's me—James Potter. You know—the incredible Quidditch prodigy and the guy with the godly body."

James glanced back at his friends and noticed Remus shaking his head rather fast and muttering 'no' over and over again.

"What?" James mouthed, annoyed, as his hand shot straight up to rumple his hair.

Remus just sighed.

At this time, Lily looked up to face James. Her normal smiling face was replaced with a look of frustration.

"Potter—three things. One, I don't care much about Quidditch, two, you do not have a godly body, and three, I don't care much about you either, now do I?" Lily said with complete apathy and looked back down to resume reading her book.

James stood there, completely stunned at what she just said.

Finally words came to him. "You don't like Quidditch? How can that possibly be?" he asked, astounded that anyone could dare say such a thing.

Sirius snorted loudly behind him and along with Remus and Peter, came out into view from the tree and dragged James back to the Gryffindor Common Room.

"You don't like Quidditch?" Sirius mimicked in a high voice, chortling as they stepped through the entrance.

Remus chuckled lightly. "Important matters to Prongs, I reckon."

"I—I just can't believe that Evans said that, you know. Merlin! How could she say that she didn't like Quidditch to me? I mean, the bloody game—it's amazing! How can anyone not like it?" James said, still in shock, shaking his head in disbelief occasionally.

Remus laughed. "You don't care that you've gotten your first rejection?"

"Nope," was James's quick and cheerful answer.

Sirius shook his head as he mouthed to Remus, "A bit thick. Hope he'll turn out all right in the end." Remus and Sirius snickered.

Suddenly, James stopped smiling. "Wait a minute! That's right—she did reject me!"

"Took you long enough," Sirius sighed at how slow James was.

"Pad darling?"

"Yes, m'dear Prongsie?"

"Shut up."

Sirius feigned a hurt look as he dodged a pillow shot by James.

"I'm serious, though. Why did she reject me?" James pondered out loud as he flopped onto his bed, feeling slightly depressed.

"No, no, Prongsie, you've got it wrong! I'm Sirius, remember?" Sirius grinned cheekily. (Ah, what's a story without the 'Sirius/Serious' pun? I know it gets old…but it's a classic, don't you think?..)

"Padfoot, shut the hell up," James said through gritted teeth. "Answers, anyone? Intelligent answers, mind you," James added, glancing at Sirius who opened his mouth to protest.

Remus was the first to speak. "Well, maybe your way of asking her out was wrong. Lily is a unique girl so you should probably try a different tactic."

"Tactics! You make it sound like war," James laughed.

"It is war, Prongs," Remus said solemnly.

"Ooh—what if she likes the whiny kind of guys?" Sirius interrupted, eyes bright.

James snorted and asked sarcastically, "What, should I hang onto the hems of her robe and start bawling?"

"You do want her, right?" Sirius asked casually, flicking a strand of his ebony hair back in place.

James paled as he saw that Sirius was not joking. "You don't mean—you don't really, possibly mean—"

Sirius's eyes glittered as he spoke lightly, "Actually, I do, really, possibly mean that, Prongsie."

"You really want me to do that?" James asked, bewildered.

"Yes. We're going to use every single method we can think of to win Miss Lily Evans over," Sirius grinned rather evilly.

Remus nodded in agreement. "Actually, I do think that Padfoot here has a point. We should try every approach. I'm sure one will be a winner."

"Exactly!" Sirius beamed.

"I think so too," Peter piped up.

"Fine," James glared at the happy Sirius.

"Excellent," Sirius grinned.

"Now, to begin…perhaps she does like the whiny type? What should you do?" Sirius demanded.

"Er—well, I've never thought of it," said James as he swept through his hair.

"This is where acting skills come in, dear Prongs," Sirius said, flinging his arms up in exasperation.

"Oh. You mean like this?" James asked as he lunged for Sirius's robes, knocking him over.

"Evans! Oh, Evans, could you please make me the happiest man on earth and please go out with me? Just say yes and save me from this bottomless misery," James sobbed out as he hung on to the edge of Sirius's robes.

"Prongs, get the hell off of me!" Sirius swatted wildly at James who continued to cling onto Sirius's robes. Sirius then began attempting to jump up and down, knocking James's head against the bed.

"Oh, please, Evans! Please say yes," James said tearfully between bounces and whacks. Remus had conjured up two peeled onions in the background.

"Gerroff me!" Sirius growled as he decided to go with violence and kicked James in the shoulder.

James however, looked delighted. "Was that right?" he asked, still clutching on.

"Yes, but don't use me as a prop next time, all right? You gave me a good scare there," Sirius said, irritated. He then pried James's hands off of his leg.

"Remember, Prongs, never let go of her, no matter what she says or does," Sirius reminded him as he flicked off imaginary specks of dirt off his cloak.

Author's Note:

Hmm…I haven't really decided which other ways I should get James to ask Lily out. Any suggestions? Read and review please! Thanks!

Oh yes, keep Sirius's reminder in mind, will you? I'll add a note at the top of the next chapter to refresh your memory as well.

Much love,

neen