Lily's been hit with an affliction, and she can't seem to shake it. One for a certain Gryffindor Head Boy. As Emmaline so eloquently put it, Lily is experiencing the Seven Stages of Falling for James Potter. Which is complete hogwash, of course. Except, as Lily and James grow close, she fears that Emmaline might be on to something...

For the love of Merlin he was hopeless. James stood there, panting and sweating and wiping his forehead, in a corridor that was exactly five minutes away from the Heads' Office. The weight of what just happened almost made him sink to the floor. Or that could be the fact that he'd been balancing the body of a seventeen-year-old girl on his leg and between the wall...

The first time James and Lily get drunk are very interesting stories. As are the last. And, really, everything in between.