A/N: Hey thanks for the input! I have tons of ideas now! It seems the plot bunnies don't leave you guys alone either. Anyways, you guys said you wanted a series. As you wish.

I have to thank my darling sister Becca for her support and beautiful mind! Thanks darling! To the moon!

Anywhoo...it seems that the Marauders have won the battle, but fear not Lily lovers, they may not win the war!

Can't take credit for Maraunerds...but can't remember who said it. Love to all! On with the reading!

Reviews are as always relished and appeciated!

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"James Potter has a nice arse." Lily sighed heavily. This was going nowhere.

"Ok not yet...try it again." Her closest friend and confidante Becca said encouragingly.

"James Potter has a nice arse." Lily almost vomited this time. Never, ever, ever had she expected to hear those words come out of her mouth. Ever.

James Potter most certainly did not have a nice arse. He didn't have a nice anything. Except that he had a perfect bruise that that was framed around his eye, from Lily's perfect fist.

"One more time." Becca said, she was starting to lose faith that this charm would ever wear off.

"James Potter has a nice arse."

Becca sighed, Lily slapped her forehead.

"It'll wear off...eventually." Becca said, trying to comfort her friend. Those boys were dead. So dead. Once Lily was able to form proper words again, they were in for the worst hex of their lives. "You have to give it to them...it is clever." Becca added, sinking into her chair.

Clever? What the hell? I thought you were on my side!

"I'm not saying I like it." Becca said, seeing the indignant look on Lily's face. "We just have to come up with something better, that's all."

It was lucky that they were the cleverest witches in their year.

"One more time." Becca said smiling, trying to stay positive.

"James potter has-..." Lily fought as hard as she could not to say the rest.

Don't say it ...don't say it...

For a split second she thought it had worked. Becca looked triumphant.

"See I told you! It work-"

"-A nice arse!" Lily half yelled. Several people in the common room looked at her. This wasn't the first time today she had suffered humiliation. She didn't realize that she was even saying it until about two hours in when Becca approached her asking why she now fancied James and hadn't told her.

Becca closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. When Becca had figured out the Maraunerds had charmed her, she didn't stop laughing for an hour at Lily's annoyance. Now, her head felt as if it were going to be split in two.

Lily had passed anger now, she just wanted it to be gone. After eight solid hours of this, she never wanted to hear herself say the name James Potter again.

Unless "death" or "pain" or "fire" was in the same sentence.

She sighed, and shook her head.

"James Potter has a nice arse." She whisperd. She groaned, hating her mouth.

"I'm sure you'll be fine tomorrow." Becca said, her tone hopeful. Lily rolled her eyes.

She would be fine by tomorrow and by then the Maraunerds would be stuffed in their trunks. She took solace in that thought for a moment. She almost smiled, until she heard the portrait open and saw four grinning boys enter through it. Potter caught sight of her immediately and made his way towards her, Sirius not far behind. Lily stood and quickly drew her wand. He stopped in his tracks. For a moment she let her eyes wander over the glorious bruise she had left him with. She felt a little better.

"Lily Love, I was just coming to say hello." He said with a charming smile. Lily rolled her eyes, but kept her wand at the ready.

"You can't hex him. All you can do is say that you love him." Lily's eyes narrowed, and focused on the other one. The point of her wand shifted from Potter to Black. Black winced slightly.

"But I can." Becca's falsely sweet voice came from behind them. "Move along you." She added looking at Potter.

"Not till she says it." He said smiling wickedly. Lily almost said something, but stopped herself just in time.

Lily clamped her mouth shut. He would get nothing out of her. The four of them stood there in silence. Lily and Potter were locked in an intense stare; a silent battle of wills was being waged. Becca and Sirius cautiously watched the two wondering who would break first.

"All right then." Potter whispered. "Hope you have fun in detention tomorrow." He knew that would push her buttons enough to make her say something.

She had paid dearly for her little stunt in the Great Hall. She couldn't help it if he made a better fish then a person.

"Who do you have detention with again?" He said in a falsely pensive voice. "Flitwick? No."

"...Slughorn?..." Sirius piped in.

"That's not it..." Potter said scratching his chin. "I wonder what you'll have to do."

"The forest maybe?" Sirius said, mimicking James stance, and scratching his chin.

"Remember when we had detention in the forest?" James said, in a nostalgic tone." I almost got eaten by a-"

"James Potter has a nice arse." Lily said suddenly, forgetting the spell. She had meant to say "Go to hell Potter." She ground her teeth trying not to say it again. Of all the things he could have done to her, depriving her of the ability to yell at him was the worst.

He broke into a wicked smile. "Why thank you Lilykins, I had no idea you felt that way."