Lily tapped her foot impatiently. It was the morning of her "date" with James Potter. By this it meant James had figured it was too long to the next Hogsmeade visit, so insisted on escorting Lily to a planned trip to the Hogwarts kitchens. James had also decided that rather than a Saturday afternoon or evening, that clearly the best date time would be a Staurday morning. Which was fine by Lily, until she realised that by morning James really meant morning. Which was why she was currently up at 7am, with half an hour until go time, and still nothing to wear.

"whu budt tha rhed?" Rory suggested.

"What did you even say?" Lily prodded the pile of blankets claiming to be Rory. "The whole being my best friend and giving me advice doesn't quite work if you insist on hibernating, and then talking through your blankets".

Rory revealed herself from beneath her pile. "I said what 'bout the red?" she gestured towards a lump on Lily's bed. "And for your information living in my bed is a highly sustainable way of life" she proceeded to inform the dubious girl in front of her.

"Ugh! No." Lily exclaimed bundling the red shirt and throwing it violently across the room. "I swear, I already look like freaking Christmas all year round, there is absolutely no need to remind him!"

"Why do you even care what he thinks? You claim you don't like him" Rory had her doubts of Lily going through with 'The Plan'.

"Yeah, but if I look like I care I can lull him into a false sense of security, then go all mental on him" Lily crossed her arms defensively scanning the contents of her closet currently strewn across her bed. After much deliberation she finally decided on a grey dress, one of her few items of clothing that didn't look like something had slept in it. Lily discarded her pyjamas, pulling the dress over her head and scrutinised herself in their dorm's fancy full-length mirror. Lily spun around when she heard a laugh.

"You're not planning on marrying the boy today. You look fine!" Rory sniggered. She then took Lily by the wrist and tore her away from her self inspection.

This will be fine, Lily tried to reassure herself. During rounds James and Lily had begun to bond (well James thought he and Lily were bonding), and a very surprised James had managed to string enough words together to secure an actual time for their "date". As much as Lily had attempted to calm herself over the fact that she would rather murder than date the boy, she couldn't help but be nervous over her very little male experience. It wasn't even that James had scared off any potential boys, Lily was sure it was her doing the scaring. Lily found that anyone of the male gender would be rather taken aback by her sarcastic humour and tend to go screaming at her rather…forceful…nature.

"Come on. Lover boy will be waiting" Rory leant against the carved mahogany post of her bed, smirking widely. How very Sirius Black mused Lily, failing at avoiding smiling. Rory's expression turned suspicious, her eyes narrowing.

It was Lily's turn to widely smile, "You know, you have a lot more in common with Black than you'd realise". Rory went from looking suspicious to disgusted faster than what Lily thought would be humanly possible. But realising it was now 'Potter time' Lily departed from a repulsed Rory.

She stopped just outside the door of her dorm room. Was she really about to do this? She breathed out unsurely whilst tucking a stray auburn hair behind her ear. Yes. I can do this. It won't kill me. Lily took a confidant bound forward.

And then stopped again.

All she could think of was if this backfired. Lily fell to the floor and brought her arms tightly around her knees. Okay, its time for the ever handy mental list!

Cons of dating Potter, Lily mentally underlined this thought. She was still seated on the floor, but couldn't think less of it at the time. 1. I have to call him by his first name, James…James, James. No it really does not roll off the tongue. 2. Dating Potter..uh James…means being near him. Self explanatory.

Pros of dating PotterLily smiled to herself; she was getting rather good at this dramatic, very teenage girl, inner angsty drama. 1. He's apparently an amazing kisser. Lily shuddered suddenly, did I really just think that?! 2. Revenge is a lovely, lovely thing. 3. Potter is a prat. 4. Potter is a prat that deserves lovely, lovely revenge. Lily ran her tongue over her lips uncertainly.

"Um Lily" Lily lifted her eyes to see Alice looking down at her cautiously. "May I ask why exactly you are sitting cross legged outside our dorm?"

"Yes" Lily nodded, her decision made, "But I have places to be, so I won't answer you". Lily strolled past a highly confused Alice, who had both eyebrows raised.

Lily stepped down the girls' dormitory stairwell to find James waiting for her. She apparently wasn't the only one nervous, as James was sitting, simultaneously running one hand through his already messy hair, whilst the other adjusted and readjusted his glasses. His hazel eyes caught her emeralds, and he nervously smiled.

"Ready for breakfast my love?"

My love? My love?! Lily resisted the strong temptation to roll her eyes, and plastered – what she hoped looked like an ecstatic – grin on her face. James held out his hand for her to take. She grudgingly placed her dainty, ivory hand in his larger, rougher one. James laced his fingers around Lily's, smiling down as he stood. James lead Lily down to the kitchens. She faked surprise when he showed them to her. She was head girl, she had to retain her rule-abiding status. Because, of course, being such a good student, her and her friends didn't come to kitchen on a regular basis. Ahem.

James had set up a buffet of breakfast foods. Upon seeing the food Lily sent a questioning look in James direction. There was a rainbow of food. Quite literally, there were bowls upon bowls of fruits varying in colour, half of which Lily had never seen an assumed to be some sort of wizarding food. There were muffins, eggs, sausages, bacon, and toast, all of which seemed to be charmed to be a kaleidoscope of colours. Lastly were the pancakes. Sitting gingerly upon a neatly set table sat a pile of pancakes drizzled with syrup, topped with the word "LILY" spelt out in tiny chocolate chips. James winked back at Lily.

"What can I say; I have a way with the house elves"

James paced to the side of the table, lifting out a chair, gesturing for Lily to be seated. As Lily went to sit James held out a single rose.

"For you, love" his deep voice resounded as he leant in, his warm breath tingling beneath her ear.

Lily's cheeks took on a pink tint, she forced out a giggle at the boyish smile on James face. Oh dear merlin, is this the swooning they always talk about in harlequin romances? James too had taken his seat, and was helping himself to an ample amount of food.

"I hope it's all okay. I honestly wasn't sure you'd show up" James admitted, taking a generous bite of a waffle.

"Of course I would" Lily helped herself to a variety of the multi-coloured fruits. She speared through a strawberry viciously and twirled her fork around. "I could hardly wait".

James was oblivious to Lily's awkward response, and continued equally. Lily approached all conversation with caution, having no idea what to expect from the infamous James Potter, who seemed surprisingly sentimental.

"Pancake?" James nodded toward the food. "I noticed you usually have them on the weekends"

Lily was making sure her alarm wasn't clear on her face. She was slightly freaked out by the fact that James paid an undutiful amount of unwanted attention toward her. Lily choked out a laugh.

"Well you know me so well don't you..uh…sweetie?"

James simply smiled back sweetly.

Surprising to Lily, conversation between the two flowed quite easily for the duration of breakfast.

"Stop moving Black!" Rory nudged Sirius hard in the gut. He winced reproachfully.

"Oh I'm sorry," Sirius replied sarcastically. "Not everyone is some spindly limbed child, who can bend like that!"

Just. Quit. Moving." Rory glared up at the boy above her. His dark hair fell gracefully into his deep, grey eyes, and he was currently attempting to lean up against a slightly open portrait of fruit. "What are they doing anyway?"

Sirius barked out a laugh. "Evans just called James sweetie"

Rory bit down on her knuckle choking down a laugh. If only James knew what he had coming.

"Well you know our Lily, she just loves her pet names" Rory threw him her best 'I'm-so-stunning-you're-going-to-ignore-my-blatant-lying' smile. Sirius just raised his eyebrows in response.

Rory leaned closer towards the painting, awkwardly pressed beneath Sirius.

"Wow. They're talking almost civilly"

"Are you kidding me, Evans sounds like a pre-teen who has just learnt how to flirt"

"Oh stop it, she's not that bad"

Sirius cleared his throat and raised his voice several octaves too many in a poor imitation of Lily. "Oh, James, your just soooo sweet. I can't believe I never saw it before. Let me just stroke your face and gaze all mesmerised into your sexy eyes"

Rory bit back a laugh.

"Well I suppose you have a point." Sirius raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, fine, she pathetic" Rory admitted, raising her hands in defeat. She swivelled on her knees so she was now leaning, rather then being pressed up, against the wall. "But I swear she doesn't usually talk like this. Even you know that."

Sirius pushed his hair from his grey eyes in a single swift motion, trademark to the Hogwarts heartthrob. His laugh reached his eyes, but heartthrob (also referred to as player) that he was, this was quickly replaced by his signature smirk.

"Well no actually, Evans doesn't usually talk to me. Yell, yes. Scream, yes. Hex and repeatedly threaten, yes. But talk, never."

Rory was ready to reply, when Sirius clamped a palm across her face.

"Crap! They're coming" Sirius hissed under his breath. Sirius snaked a strong arm around Rory's waist dragging her in the opposite direction. Once securely dragged into a broom closet Sirius loosened his grip.

"Geez, thanks for that Black. Every girl loves to be hauled away by the waist"

"What? I heard chairs scraping, and you think Evans is bad when she's angry, you haven't seen James when he thinks his chances of getting Evans have been ruined."

Rory attempted to free herself of Sirius. There was a resounding clang as Rory's skull came into contact with something very hard, and (shown by the growing throbbing of her head) very painful.

James lead Lily from the kitchen, guiding her with his handoccasionally making contact with the small of her back.

"– but then it exploded and the entire class suddenly had very musically oriented stationary–" Lily was smiling as she told the story, a smile James could resist. He nodded vaguely, completely unaware as to how in Merlin's name Lily was managing to speak about quills and Broadway jazz hands in the same context.

"– and Slughorn was so confused because –"

Merlin, she's gorgeous James thought, smiling to himself.

"– and he's really quite pathetic –"

I could stare into those eyes all day. And her hair, I could stare at her hair (among other things) all day.

"James? Are you even listening?" James received a bruised arm, via a punch, courtesy of Lily Evans. Lily spun abruptly to face James, crossing her arms while narrowing her eyes at him. Whilst the evil-dictator-of-a-head-girl stance worked wonders on scared first years, James just found this made Lily even more delectable.

"Not at all, love" James leant in, breathing in the scent of her passion-fruit perfume, and placed a quick kiss of her cheek. He then took hold of her by the elbow, spinning her again smoothly so they were continuing as earlier.

"Hey!" Lily attempted to loosen him grip. She failed, and between attempted turns, ended up with his arms around her waist.

"You're just so unbelievably attractive I got caught up in the depths of your beautiful eyes," James flashed her a grin, trying to sound convincing. "Really, your eyes, they're the colour of…an…uh…evergreen forest, in its budding beauty?"

This earn a scoff from Lily, masking a her desire to laugh.

"Potter, do you have some secretive love for romance novels?"

"Just you m'dear" James winked. Lily was smiling back, opportune moment. James pushed a piece of hair from Lily's face letting his hands linger at her pale cheek. She blinked slowly, mascara-coated lashes opening to look straight back at James. He could see a faint blush appearing on her face, but neither dared to avert their gaze.

Lily turned her head unexpectedly. James sighed. A look of confusion crossed Lily's features as she lifted her head to peer over James' shoulder. He began to lean in slowly, drinking in every detail of the moment.

"Did you see two dark haired people just then?" Lily pushed past James, sure that she had heard a unfortunately familiar voice.

"Sorry, nope." the messy haired boy muttered. He shook his head, trying to hide his clear disappointment. "Like I said, I was gazing into the evergreen depths of your eyes."

Lily noticed how forced the smile he threw her looked, however a loud clanging shook away any other thoughts.

Rory heard someone clear their throat from beside her. No, a slight amendment, from underneath her.

"Looking mighty fine today Evans"

Rory groaned. Lily was raising an eyebrow menacingly, and from behind her James looked a mixture of irritated, disappointed, and ready to kill (the last one largely directed towards Sirius). Rory could hardly blame him, by the sounds of it James and Lily were having a 'moment'.

"I can't say the same for you, Black" Lily eyed the scattering of limbs that would otherwise be known as Rory and Sirius. There was a tangling of arms and legs

"So, what exactly would you two be doing, entangeled in the middle of a hallway?" James had found his voice, however Rory still seemed unable to find hers.

Sirius seemed to take it upon himself to answer for the pair.

"Well, the suns out, the young ones are off gallivanting, so we thought we were in need of a little entertainment. You know how it is". Sirius had a pointed tone to his words that Rory was sure even a chaste, sheltered nun couldn't miss. Fantastic.

Lily sent Rory a shocked look, to which the brunette just smiled back sheepishly. A good move figuring the wrath of Lily Evans finding a tangled couple was probably far better than the murderous killing spree which Rory would be on the receiving end of if Lily found out they were spying. Lily, who was still quite shocked though now slightly amused, extended a hand forward and proceeded to drag away Rory. Finding her voice at a highly inopportune moment, Rory picked now to hiss into Lily's ear.

"Sorry about, um, interrupting your date" Rory bit down on her lip slightly worried at what Lily might do. She however instead of bodily harm, heard Lily mutter obscenities in realisation.

"Bye, James!" Lily turned to wave awkwardly, her hand still gripping her friend's. The pair then sauntered away, leaving Sirius to face up to his strongly glaring friend.

"I cannot believe you! You honestly think I'm going to believe that you just happen to be here when me and Lily are, with someone who just happens to be one of her best friends?" Sirius smirked up at his friend, trying to hold an innocent look at the same time.

"Rather perceptive lad, aren't you?"

"SIRIUS!" James whipped out his wand, bringing it to make close contact with the centre of Sirius' head.

"Being friends with you is traumatising. I think I need therapy" Sirius replied, completely unperturbed. James took this as a sign to grab and yank Sirius up by the ear.

"OW! What did we say about physical violence" Sirius screeched in a pitch far too high to normal for a male of his age.

"Something along the lines of resort to it, when your wanker of best mate stops you kissing the girl of your dreams?" James was restraining himself from punching the boy in front of him. After glaring until it was physically painful, James groaned, releasing Sirius' ear and effectively making him drop to the ground with a thud.

"Well, at least she let you near her?" Sirius suggested sprawled unevenly on the

floor, toward James' retreating figure.

"And what was that?" Lily demanded once out of earshot of the boys.

Rory evasively avoided the question by steering Lily's thoughts towards James.

"So, spill all the details. Was he everything you envisioned? Clingy? Annoying? Egotistical?"

This spanned out into a detailed recap on Lily's part of every little part of the breakfast including the almost-kiss. Rory just nodded in reaction, smiling to Lily animated description of the food. By the time Lily neared the finish of her very long description they were approaching the Gryffindor password. Rory threw a quick "grindylow" in the direction of the fat lady (who appeared to be rather intrigued by their conversation), and turned all her attention to Lily.

Lily took a deep breath, lowering herself neatly onto the scarlet rug lining the ground.

"So, when I do I start psyching him out?" Lily looked up to the figure of Rory, which was illuminated as she stood before the fire. Rory took an alternate approached to Lily. She slid, rather ungracefully, landing with a thud, sprawled across the floor. Though she lay unceremoniously across a carpet of fur, Rory gave Lily a knowing look.

"Soon, my dear friend. Very soon."

A/N: yay! Extra long chapter especially for you guys, my lovely readers :) and I also apologise profusely for using the phrase "a kaleidoscope of colours", it was my phrase of the day, so I had to include it as lame as it may sound. And a question for all you wondrous readers, I realised I've (completely unintentionally) hinted at something happening between Rory and Sirius, so what are people's thoughts on that? Would you want to see that relationship develop? Please review. xoxox