A/N: Ignore the Muggle object references :)


I sat in the Gryffindor common room with Natalie, talking about something or the other. I peer out of the corner of my eye and see Potter and Sirius talking. It seems like Sirius is trying to convince Potter to do something. Oh no. Potter begins to walk over to me, looking over worriedly at Sirius who just gave him thumbs up. Is he as thick as I think he is? Who in their right mind takes advice from Sirius Black?

"Hey Lily," says Potter more confidently as he tries to impress me.

"Hello prick."

"Are you a library card?"

I look at him with a puzzled expression and see that he is blushing slightly.

"No, I am not a library card, Potter. I would think that's obvious."

"Oh?" he croaks, "That's strange- since I'm checking you out."

Natalie starts laughing. No, more like guffawing, and I can't help but join in. Potter rubs the back of his neck nervously, and smiles wryly.

"Er, well I'm a raindrop," he tries again.

I raise an eyebrow, "Really now?"

"Because I'm falling for you," he says a little louder, trying to speak over Natalie's hysterics. Unfortunately for me, this caused most of the people in the common room to eavesdrop on our interesting conversation, some even started to laugh. Fantastic.

"Wow," I say disbelievingly. I never knew he'd stoop this low.

He coughs a little, and for some reason decides to continue. "Are you made of Lucky Charms?"

"No," I say, nearly glaring at him, "I'm definitely not."

"Because you're magically delicious," he says, and as he does, he even manages to crack one of his genuine crooked smiles. He has begun to get on my nerves; at first the pick up lines had been slightly amusing, but now they were simply maddening. Especially since most people in the common room had begun to burst with laughter. I had never been more embarrassed! So, I decided to teach him a little lesson.

I smiled sweetly, "Do you want to hear a pick-up line, James?"

He looked surprised, but sat on the couch and smiled, "Go ahead."

I took the opportunity and walked slowly over to the couch. I kicked my legs over his lap and sat little by little down on top of him. He had his hands to his sides and looked positively stunned at the proximity my face was to his. I smiled and leaned towards his ear.

"Is your dad a baker?" I whispered.

"No," he croaked.

I breathed on his neck and pressed my hands against his chest, "Oh? Because your buns are delicious."

I then quickly got up and walked up to my dormitory, leaving that infuriating Potter speechless, and the whole common room laughing at him.

That'll teach him.