New idea I have been playing around with for awhile. I already have up to month five written so hopefully this will not take too long. The story will seem a bit broken up because it is only about the last day of each month. So I am certain there is much more Lily James interaction but this is how I am writing it. Read and Review!

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She walking the hallways with her nose stuck in a book as usual. Thankfully, she stopped just before she collided with someone that standing in the middle of the hallway. It was James Potter, the boy who would not give up.

"Lily Evans, will you go out with me?" She looked up into his hazel eyes ignoring the flowers that he was holding out to her.

"No, I will not go out with you." She stated as if she were making a comment about the difference between a toad and a frog then went back to her book. He sighed and gently pulled the book down from in front of her face.

"Why not?" James asked in a tired, serious voice that thankfully was not at all whiny. Now she sighed and closed the book.

"I will not go out with you because I do not believe your sincerity." Lily tried to walk past him but he moved to block her.

"Why is it so hard to believe that I like you?" James demanded. She rolled her eyes at him.

"It is just lust. You would get over it if I allowed you to get it out of your system by using me." He shook his head decisively.

"That is not true and I can prove it." James protested. She scoffed at him, her arms crossed in front of her.

"How could you possibly do that?" James thought a moment then answered.

"Each month, on the last day of the month I will prove that I know you. It is not lust if I know details about the real you." Lily raised one eyebrow, as she studied him, considering what he said.

"That actually makes sense but you need a time limit. I do not want you finding me once a month for the rest of our lives. I think until the end of the school year should give you ample time. Maybe by then I can get it through your thick head that it is never going to happen." He grinned widely.

"I will take what I can." He replied. She nodded curtly.

"Good, I guess I will see you later." She walked away turning back when she heard him call to her name.

"Tomorrow's the last day of the month, in case you forgot." His grin was obvious even from a distance. Lily shook her head and then kept walking.

Month 1

The next morning Lily woke up just before her alarm rang like she did almost every morning. She got dressed and then went down to the common room. She saw the messy head of black hair right away. James was on the couch half asleep and the book that he was holding was about to fall out of his hands. Lily poked him and he jumped up in surprise.

"You do have a bed to sleep in, don't you?" James glared up at her. He was a horrible morning person.

"Yes I do, but I was actually waiting for you. I figured I would study while I waited." James explained.

"You call that studying?" Lily snickered, then narrowed her eyes at him. "Wait, you barely ever study."

"Well it is for Muggle Studies. I have to write twelve inches on this book." he said as he waved the book in the air.

"Why are you waiting for me?" Her hands were now on her hips as she stared him down.

"So I could tell you something about you. Figured you would be happy to get it out of the way." He shrugged then stretched himself out on the couch.

"Enlighten me then, dazzle me with your insight," Lily rolled her eyes.

"Your favorite color is green." James replied finally only to have Lily raise one of her eyebrows.

"And that is why you like me? Wow, I was always thought it was something silly and trivial but this..." James cut her off before she could finish mocking him.

"I didn't say I would tell you why I like you. Besides, it isn't like you make it easy to tell that green is your favorite color. You barely ever wear it." She made a frustrated noise as she crossed her arms.

"Oh and then how do you know since it is such a big secret?" She demanded. James stood up so that she could no longer look down on him. She took a step back since she had been standing over him so that she wasn't so close to him.

"I will do one better than that," James started, "I know why it is your favorite color. It is the color of your eyes. You think that your eyes are the most appealing thing about you." Now it was his turn to be cut off.

"You stalker!" Lily threw her hands up in the air then stabbed her pointer finger at him. "The only way you could know that is by eavesdropping. You have no chance at convincing me that you like me for me when you probably just overhead that one day." She stood with her arms crossed across her chest glaring at him now.

"That was not in the rules. I just have to tell you something to prove that I know you. That is the first thing that popped into my head. I have a whole month to prepare for the next time." He explained hoping to appease her somewhat.

"Well, then whatever you decide to tell me next month better be better than something you just overheard from someone else's conversation. That is my rule for this stupid game." He grinned widely.

"Do not worry Lily, I am just warming up. I had to start with something easy. If I started with something huge and then the next month could not give a fact that was just as good I would have disappointed you." Lily shook her head in disbelief.

"So your plan to win the girl is to disappoint her from the beginning? Trying to get me to lower my standards?" She asked disdainfully.

"More like building up the anticipation." James answered not letting her sourness get to him. "You are not satisfied with this fact now you will be wondering for a whole month what trivial information I will come up with for next month."

"Most likely I will forget about this silly idea." She started to leave but he caught her arm with a soft tug.

"Speaking of rules, try to be civil. I mean, I am the one who is being vulnerable coming to you every month just to get shot down."

"And yet you keep coming back. Which leads me to believe you like it." She shot back not giving into the sad look on his face as she turned to go down to breakfast.