Chapter 1

"Hey, Evans?"

Oh god, not again! If that is James asking me out, I swear I will hex his face off! We've only been back at school for 1 day and he has already asked me to Hogsmeade 18 times. He is unbelievable!

"Evans, wait! I gotta ask you something!"

No doubt about who that was. There is only one person in the school whose voice is that loud, arrogant and annoying. And, of course, it is very obvious what he is going to ask. What have I done in my past life to deserve such torment?

"Hey Evans, would you please slow down for a second so I can catch up?"

Damn, just ignore him Lily! Pretend you never heard him and just keep walking! Maybe he'll think I'm someone else and leave. If only luck were on my side, just as I have decided to do this, I feel someone grab my arm and spin me around to face them. I sigh and raise my eyes to glare up at the person who has grabbed me and am unsurprised to meet the hazel eyes of James Potter. He grins at me cockily and by natural instinct, I can't help myself from rolling my eyes at him.

"What do you want, Potter?" I ask with as much venom as I can muster.

His expression flickers with hurt for barely a second but I may have imagined it because before I can process anything, his features are rearranged back into his signature smirk, "Well I was just wondering if I could check your schedule to see what classes we have together?"

Whatever I was expecting, it certainly wasn't this. I'm so shocked that he just asked me something that wasn't, "will you go out with me?" that I just nod my head and hand him my schedule. He obviously didn't think I would just give it to him so easily because he doesn't comprehend that I've put it in his hand for a few seconds, but when he does, he blushes slightly and lowers his eyes to the paper.

For a minute, his eyes dart back and forth over the writing and a smile slowly spreads across his face. By the time he's finished reading his grin is amazingly wide. This can't mean anything good for me and I'm about to freak out!

"How many lessons do we have together, Potter?" I groan.

He looks up at me with his eyes glittering happily, "Everything except ancient runes!"

My mouth drops open in horror and I turn to the stone wall of the corridor and hit my head against it, not hard enough to actually injure myself, but enough to make James feel the need to grab me around the waist and pull me back against him on the other side of the corridor.

"Let. Go. . Potter!" I snarl.

"Only, if you promise not to hit your head again!"

"Fine," I sigh, "Now get your hands off of me!"

I can hear the smirk in his voice when he replies, "No thanks, I rather enjoy being in this position!"

I should have expected something like this because James is a complete perv! I yank myself forward and try to pull out of his grip, but he just laughs lightly and tightens his grasp around me. Some of the guys walking past wolf whistle at us and I feel myself blushing furiously. All the girls that walk past glare daggers at me when they see me in 'The' James Potter's arms. It's common knowledge around the school that he has his own rather large (as in, ¾ of the female population) group of fangirls who would do anything to even have James talk to them.

It's the same with his best friend and fellow marauder, Sirius Black. Their other friend, Remus Lupin, doesn't have quite as many girls chasing him as them, but he still has a fair few (mainly the ones too smart to obsess over 2 bad boys that can't keep out of trouble. Remus tends to make better decisions and can actually go a day without getting a detention. He is the only marauder I find it possible to put up with!) The last marauder, Peter Pettigrew, is honestly not the most attractive, smart, talented or funny person you'll ever meet, but there are still a couple of girls desperate enough to check him out.

There's a loud yell from down the corridor in what is obviously the voice of Sirius Black, "Yeah, get some Prongs!"

I mentally roll my eyes, what is up with them and their stupid nicknames? I understand Moony's one because I figured out about his 'furry little problem' ages ago, but as for the other 3? To me they just seem like random nicknames, but I get the feeling they have more meaning behind them than that…but I know better than to just casually ask them straight out about it. I seriously doubt they would tell me if I did.

Sirius, Remus and Peter appear in front of us, all with very different expressions in relation to the sight in front of them. Remus looks disapproving, Sirius looks proud and Peter looks awestruck, like he usually does when James and Sirius are around him.

"Well, well, well, when did this little…err…get together happen?" Sirius finishes somewhat lamely, unsure of the exact words to use.

I have to say something smart back because sarcastic comments are my way of easing very tense moments such as the one I have currently managed to get myself stuck in, "Right after I married the giant squid, shagged Dumbledore and James got headboy… in other words, never!" I hiss

"Wow, Lily, I didn't think that you were the type to have those kinds of fantasies about our dear headmaster!" Sirius sniggers.

"Ugh! Sirius, you know what I mean, you perv!"

"Yeah, but that still doesn't explain why James Potter has his arms around you… The very same James Potter that you have rejected over 1000 times-"

"Actually it has been less than 1000 times," I interrupt him, because I can't help correcting people when they're wrong, "It's only been 874, not including the 9 times he has proposed to me in the great hall at dinner!" as soon as the words are out of my mouth, I regret saying them. One of my best kept secrets has just been told to the four guys who have the biggest mouths and talk to everyone in the school! All four guys are gaping at me, dumbstruck.

"Y-y-you kept count?" James stutters in disbelief.

"Well I… ummm… just and then… you would… uh err… and he well… ugh! I don't even know!" I drop my face into my hands, with my cheeks as red as my hair.

"Well back to the matter at hand," Sirius pipes up, ending the awkward silence, something, I've noticed, he seems to do a lot, "What's with the public display of affection right in the middle of the corridor... in front of a whole lot of people... I thought you preferred closets Prongs?"

I pull my head out of my hands and glare at him, "I am in this situation, because when I tried to murder myself against that wall over there, this prat decided to pull me back, so I was pressed onto him and then have the decency to not let me go!" I explain.

All the guys burst into laughter and don't even bother to ask me why I was trying to end my life so soon. Eventually, once they've composed themselves and are no longer laughing at the awkward position I am in, Sirius says, "Well, we'll just leave you two alone to bond then!"

"What?" I shriek, "You aren't just going to leave me alone with Potter are you? He seriously won't let me go… ever! Soon enough, he's going to be attempting to get my clothes off! Please help me! Come on? Remus? Peter? No one? Fine then but don't expect me to help you with your potions homework this year guys!"

Still sniggering, the 3 of them turn and wander back down the hall, leaving me alone with a chuckling and obviously very pleased with himself, James freaking Potter!

"When are you going to let go of me Potter?" I ask.

"When a prefect comes and gives me detention," he answers, smirking once again.

I groan in frustration and look longingly at the wall, wishing I could walk back over to it and continue smashing my head. Unfortunately that was impossible considering my current predicament.

"Hey Evans, will you go out with me?"

"875," I mumble under my breath.

"That's not an answer," James says.

"NO! N-O! I will never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever go out with you Potter!"

"...Please?"

I think I am about to die! I need to get away from here, a fast, before I murder the guy with his arms still tightly wrapped around my waist. Just then I get struck by inspiration, "James, please will you let me go?" I pout my lips and widen my eyes slightly. I know he'll do whatever I want when he's sees my face like this.

Sadly, he realises what I am doing and turns his head away, "Don't look at me like that, it's not going to work!"

"Fine," I mutter, but I can't just give up that easily and have to wait here for a prefect to come, which could take several hours. I get another thought. I turn myself around so that my body is pressed against James' and look up at him from under my eyelashes, "Well, I might as well take advantage of this situation..." I smile sweetly up at him, doing my best not to look totally grossed out by what I am doing.

James' mouth is open in shock. He probably didn't ever expect me to openly flirt with him in the middle of a crowded corridor, "And what are you planning on doing," he asked, trying to sound casual, but looking too excited to pull it off.

I then slip my hand under his shirt and trace my fingers up and down his chest. He gasps slightly in surprise and before he can react any more than this, I have yanked myself out of his grip and started to rush down the hall. Just as I am about to turn the corner, I decide to add a finishing touch for all the crap he has put me through since first year. I look back to him and see he's still shocked and unmoving. I laugh at his expression for a moment before I yell back at him, "Hey Potter... Happy 875th!"