A/N: Once my oneshot called, "Lily Billy". It's not very good, just a warning.

"Psst! Lily-flower!" Lily Evans rolled her vivid emerald eyes and turned
her head towards the seat behind her.

"What do you want?" she whispered as they were in the middle of Professor
Binns' class. Half the class had dozed off with the heat of the warm fall
day and the extremely mind-numbing lecture on goblins. Zooming parchment birds
were flying around the classroom by lazily pointed wands. The sleeping
teenagers and others goofing off went unnoticed as the ghost's back was
turned to the blackboard.

"Can I borrow a quill perhaps?"

"No."

"Lily pad, why not?"

"Don't call me that."

"How 'bout Lily Billy? Is that one better?"

A voice interrupted before Lily could get her word in. "Oh, oh! I have one
. . . how about . . ." Silence ensued, and then: "Red head!"

"Sirius, that's the most creative nickname I have ever heard! Wonder why
no one has ever called me that before?" a sarcastic Lily replied.

James snickered. "Lils is right, Padfoot. Totally lame."

"It was not! Sexy Sirius Black isn't full of lameness. He is full of
intelligence, cleverness, and bravery. Lame doesn't fit with a name like
Sirius." He puffed out his chest and smiled widely.

James shook his head at his best friend as Lily rolled her eyes for what it
seemed like the millionth time that day.

"Like your nicknames aren't lame as well? I mean, really." Lily
turned her chair towards them. "Lily Billy? It makes me sound like a
goat."

"A beautiful goat, nonetheless."

Lily snorted. "Thanks, Potter, I do love being compared to a goat."

"Class! Pay attention and get these notes down," Binns yelled in a
monotone voice, pointing to their parchment. Lily shrugged and turned around,
her auburn tendrils swaying against her back.

About ten minutes later: "Ouch! What in Merlin's pants was that for?!"
Lily glared and picked up the crumpled up parchment that was thrown at her
head.

"Sorry, Silly Lily. Sirius has a good arm." James nodded over to a cheery
Padfoot. Lily threw it at his head and started writing some more notes.

"Psst . . . Lily! Can I borrow that quill?"

"No."

"With chocolate frogs on top?"

"No."

"Lemon Drops on top?"

"Nope."

"Bertie Botts on top?"

"Nasty."

"How about some Carmel apples?"

"Er, no."

"Sugar Quills on top?" he asked desperately.

"Hmm. I do enjoy an occasional Sugar Quill . . ." James crooked smile
drew larger as he waited to be handed the quill.

"NO!"

"That was tricky, oh sweet smelling flower of mine," the raven headed boy
replied. "You are quite the clever one. All the more reason to eat you!
Mwahaha."

Lily raised a questioning eyebrow at James, "What the hell was that?

"Isn't it a line from that Muggle story, Big Blue Riding Hood?" James
looked confused. "Did I mess it up?"

"James, it's called Little Red Riding Hood."

Potter bit his lip. "Oh."

"Can I borrow that quill yet?" he said, completely changing the subject.

"Fine Jamsie, have the bloody quill." Lily slammed the quill down on the
desk before James.

"Can you guys please shut up?" a muffled yawn suppressed. A tired Remus
Lupin raised his head from his resting position, his tan colored hair falling
into his weary eyes. They turned to their friend who was sleeping in the seat
next to Lily.

"Sorry, Remus," the three whispered.

"We'll be quieter," replied Lily.

Professor Binns then yelled for the class to wake up and finish the notes,
making the reluctant four stop bickering and actually pay attention. The
lesson was about to end in another fifteen minutes when Lily was hit with
another crumpled (and torn), sheet of parchment.

"Read it," James whispered loudly, ruffling his hair with his hand.
Lily unfolded the crinkles and spread out the worn sheet in front of her.

Dear Lily, love,
Are your legs tired?

Lily shook her head and stifled a groan.
Cause you've been running through my mind all day.