A/N: I did a poll on my page about what pairing I should write about next and the result was mainly James and Lily. Although I'm writing another story with them in it which I think should count I've decided to do one anyway. This will probably be two or three chapters long depending on my inspiration and I know this chapter is short but its merely setting the plot up. I hope you enjoy it!

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The Gryffindor Common Room was alive with merriment. Empty butterbeer bottles and packets of crisps adorned the many tables; the lamps emitted a cheery glow, banishing all dark nooks and crannys from the place and the fire crackled and popped happily in the hearth as its tendril-like flames quickly devoured the freshly placed log. Gryffindor had just won the first match of the season against Hufflepuff and was celebrating in true style.

As the hour got later chatting groups dispersed and got smaller as the participants gradually climbed up the stone staircases to the promise of a good nights sleep. For one group however it was never too late to have fun. The Marauders sat in their customary place by the fire, basking in the warmth that purged the cold from the room. Generally they were all having a good time. Remus had just beaten Sirius at wizards chess and in the processes added a few more galleons to his small Gringotts account. Peter was curled up on one of the squashy armchairs, sleeping and snoring gently, his dream was a good one if the smile adorning his features was anything to go by. One boy however was not having a good time. The whole evening he had spent dwelling on what his friends could only guess at. His hazel eyes were filled with dejection, his shoulders slumped in defeat and his messy, jet black hair even more ruffled than normally by combing his fingers through it in frustration. The other Marauders thought that the party would have lifted him from his melancholy mood and so left him to disperse whatever cloud hung over his head.

With almost everyone gone from the room James's mood still hadn't improved. Frustrated by his friend's lack of cheer, Sirius strode over to him.

"Can you just tell us what's troubling you? Its getting annoying!" exclaimed Sirius.

"I applaud your tactfulness Padfoot" said Remus sarcastically getting a glare from Sirius in return.

"Hellooo Earth to Prongs" said Sirius, waving a hand in front of the unresponsive boy's face.

"Sorry... what?" asked James, shaken from his despairing reverie by the animagus.

"What's wrong?" asked Sirius simply.

"Lily" came the reply.

At this the rest of the Marauder's groaned. It was a well known fact that James Potter was totally obsessed with Lily Evans, the pretty yet strict know-it-all of their year. For the past six years he had tried to get her to go out with him. Needless to say all of these attempts had failed, often with James receiving a slap instead of the response he wanted.

"What happened?" they all asked in a bored tone.

"She said no again" answered James sadly.

"So what does that make it Mooney?" asked Sirius.

"That makes it 637 attempts since first year" replied Remus, he would have laughed if he never saw how cut up his friend was about this.

"Urgh if she hasn't said yes by now then she never will!" exclaimed James.

"Look if we help you ask her out successfully will you stop pining?" asked Sirius.

"Yes"

"Right well then I have a plan. I know about wooing girls, they don't call me the Sex God of Gryffindor for no reason!" boasted the animagus.

"Actually people generally call you the Man Whore of Gryffindor" said Remus laughing.

"They mean it as a compliment" defended Sirius.

"Want to bet Padfoot!" said James.

"Look do you want my help or not?"

"...Yes"

"Right well here's the plan..." they all crowded closer save for the still sleeping Pettigrew.

Looking at the fire James saw that only its embers glowed, unearthly in the half light being emitted by the lamps. Shivering slightly as his nerves registered the cold for the first time James glanced at his watch, seeing that it was after midnight he suggested that they wrap it up for the evening.

"Okay but rest assured James, Lily will go out with you before the next week is out" said Sirius.

Nodding happily James clambered upstairs to bed eagerly anticipating the coming week.

Downstairs Remus looked at Sirius skeptically.

"Just how much of that has actually worked?"

"None, but there is always a first for everything."

"Okay but if this doesn't work we're going to have to deal with a crushed Prongs."

"Yes but that is why I have a back-up plan" said Sirius mysteriously.

"What is it?"

"You'll just have to wait and see" replied Sirius before climbing up to the dormitory.

Remus couldn't explain it but for some reason he had an ominous feeling about the coming week.