A/N: What's there to say? It's a Lily/James song-ficlet of sorts, I suppose. I couldn't remember the exact dialougue we thought of, which was better, but this'll do, I suppose.

Servants and Love

Hogwarts, the land of pranks still to be conquered and set up, the land of dangers and mystery, such dangers as flying cauldrons and mysteries like "Is it okay to open this door? A large bucket of water isn't going to fall on me, is it?"

The purveyors and origins of such questions, worries and causes were currently lounging towards the dudgeons and a certain rival house quarters when a trickling sound melted into their ears. The three looked at each other curiously, then, the majority with the sort of minds who push any button just to see what it does, even if it says absolutely under no circumstances to touch it (well, you got to know why it says not to push it, right?) set out to follow the sound.

My own love
My own love
My own love
My own love

The boys stuck their heads into the room to see back of a familiar redhead working over a potion.

"Look! What's that?" James asked, interested, sticking his head in further.

Remus sighed. "Oh, It's the Potions classroom. I wish I could forget it like that."

James frowned at Remus' dry wit. "No, No! I mean that!" He pointed into the classroom at Lily.

Sirius looked, barely paying any mind. "Forget about those. They ain't nothing but trouble," he growled, thinking about his recent ex-crush. She seemed to have believed dumping hot tea into his lap was the correct way to say their relationship was over. He could barely ride his broom.

James slipped in further, curious at the smoke. "Just a minute. I've never seen one before."

"What! Have you been walking around with you eyes closed your whole life!?" Sirius asked in a mocking voice, pushing him hard.

"I meant the bloody potion! I'll be right back. I want a better look."

"James! Wait a minute, our prank . . ."

"Ah, Sirius. Let him have a better look. He'll never be able to think otherwise."

"He can't think under the best of circumstances!"

"Look whose talking."

Lily kept on humming, unaware of James slipping over.

Rose buds from the forest
Chocolate candies to the lips
Once this bloody potion's finished
I'll have a servant of my own.

Of my own...
Of my own...

Sirius and Remus looked at each other curiously.

"Is she making a love potion? They're illegal!"

Sirius' grin widened. "Ohh, we can get her now! Little Ms. Perfect, ha!"

If my love expects me to fetch a glass of water,
He'll be seriously concussed.

I shall have a handsome husband and a maid of my own
I'll send him to fetch the papers
And he'll be the one cooking in the home.

Mmm... Mmm...

He'll be the one to get the paper,
And serve me breakfast in bed at home.

Lily suddenly turned and spilled something scalding hot all over James. "Oh!" she gasped, but there was a faint smile on her face.

"She did that on purpose," Sirius said slowly.

"Obviously!" Remus agreed, surprised that James didn't find it as obvious as them.

Suddenly Lily turned and dumped a bunch of stuff into James' unresisting arms.

"James!" Sirius squeaked. "Come back! Come back! The Marauders can't be bested by some girl, some . . . some Lily!"

"Go on!" Remus snorted, near giggles at his friends' stupid faces. His werewolf nose was bringing the potions fumes to his head and meddling his thought processes a little, but it was still hilarious. "Go on, James. You'll never live this down." He quieted a moment. "I have that ten-inch Charms essay to write . . ."

They watched as James followed Lily around like a zombie, a stupid smile on his face, and then hid as the two left the room.

"He's potion-ed," Sirius spat, horrified.

Remus patted his arm, shrugging. "It was inevitable, Sirius. She had to get him back after James smothered her broomstick with glue."

"James did that?!" Sirius chuckled, then wrapped an arm around Remus. "Well, Moony, buddy, let's get back to our own prank! We got some Slytherins to beat!"

And guiltless, the two headed back on their prescribed trek to the Slytherin Common Room. James could look after himself, and besides, this way they had a reason to get back at Ms. Evans, nay, Mrs. Potter!