Prongs was depressed, yet again being rejected by his Lily-flower. Padfoot crept into the Common Room and slipped a few shots of Firewhiskey into the punchbowl.

This ought to be fun.

Lily stormed into the Common Room, seething, throwing her books onto a nearby table. She sank into her favourite chair reaching over for her essay. She couldn't concentrate- stupid Potter; she couldn't give in now no matter how much she wanted to. Not that she did.

Sighing she stood up, walking over to the punchbowl, casting a quick spell to check for love potions. Lily had known Potter to sink so low before. The last time, however, had been hilarious. Lily had fallen in love with Remus and Black with an extremely shocked Potter, until Professor Slughorn had stopped laughing long enough to brew an antidote. Finding nothing, she filled a cup and drank deeply, it tasted slightly different, but nicer somehow, and soon used cups littered the room.

When James came through the portrait hole that was how he found Lily. Instead of doing something stupid the mature part of him took over and he wrapped his cloak around Lily and went upstairs to find out which idiot had spiked the punch .

Lily woke up feeling very uncomfortable, she opened her eyes and groaned as she found herself in the Common Room. But instead of her usual desk she was covered in a cloak. She found the label and gasped in shock as she read it; Potter- maybe he wasn't that bad.

In the Great Hall when she approached him, he looked very angry.

"You okay Lils?" he glared at Sirius who had a black eye. Lily didn't bother to correct him on her least favourite nickname.

"I'm fine. Thanks Potter," she handed him back his cloak and took a deep breath.

"Look, as a token of thanks, I'll go to Hogsmeade with you, James,"

"Really?" James was almost hopping on the spot in excitement.

"Yes, again thanks,"

Lily sat down next to James and Remus leaned over to speak.

"Are you sure you're over the Firewhiskey?"

At this James glared at Sirius who looked away sheepishly whilst Lily screamed along the Gryffindor table,

"What Firewhiskey?"