Summary: James Potter is in love with Lily. However, she's got a crush on another guy. James would do anything for Lily to make her happy, including help her to get her man.

Disclaimer: See chapter one (aka I'm too lazy to write it out again, and I don't like repetition).

Author's Note: THIRTY-SIX!! THIRTY-SIX REVIEWS!! Wow, I hadn't expected this to have a big impact! Thanks sosososososososososo much for the reviews!!

Two nights ago at my sleepover party, my friends who shall remain unnamed *cough*Virginia and Frazier!!*cough* got very very very hyper. (I think it was a result of too many artificial cheese by-products and "censoring" the Little Mermaid.) They crept upstairs to my room, found this story open on my computer, and altered it according to their sick little minds. Plus, they SAVED it over my good one. *attacks Virginia and Frazier with a spatula* Needless to say, I kicked their asses. I combed the story verrry thoroughly and deleted all the perverted puns they put in there, but if you see something I missed (like "Moon me" instead of "Moony") please know it's a result of their delusional selves, NOT me.

Roxanne

Chapter Two

By Lady Wildcat

James squinted at his Arithmancy homework, wrote a few more lines, and slammed his quill down onto the table. "There. Finished. C'mon, Moony."

"Hey! Don't leave me!" Sirius whined from the couch. "I need four more feet to this thing!"

"That's too bad," James said, stretching. "You shouldn't have written it on the couch."

"I like the couch." Sirius pouted at the mound of crumpled essays next to him. "It's not my fault that I can't write properly on my leg."

"Well, tough for you." James stood up. "Coming, Wormtail?"

Peter shook his head. "Nah. I really need to nail this essay or the professor's going to kill me, personally."

"Right. See you later."

"Ah, screw the essay, I'm comin'." Sirius dumped his most recent attempt onto the couch and trotted to catch up with his friends. "What're we gonna do tonight?"

"I don't know." James adjusted his glasses. "What poor soul shall we proceed to torture, or, perchance, change the appearance of? I've developed a taste for sparkling hair lately...or flashing thoughts across the brows of unknowing individuals whose names just happen to be Snape and Goyle..."

"I like the sparkly hair idea--" Remus was cut off by Lily bursting into the room. Her hair was disheveled and her face flushed, but her eyes sparkled and she looked happily bewildered.

"James," she said breathlessly. "Need to talk..." She grabbed his hand and pulled him to a secluded corner of the Common Room.

"Hey! Lily, I can talk whenever, but now..."

"Shut up and listen." Lily pushed him into a chair and flopped into the opposite one.

"Lily...what the hell..."

She bit her lower lip, smiling. James loved it when she did that. "D'you really wanna know?"

"Sure..."

"I'm only telling you this because I know you'll understand. I'm not even telling any of my girlfriends. Swear you won't tell."

"Have I ever told one of your secrets?"

"Good point." She took a deep breath. "I'm in love."

To James, it seemed as if his world perched frozen for one teetering second before plunging into a downward spiral. The room seemed to get darker; his head was spinning. He heard his own voice--odd how his outer shell could function calmly while his heart was dying. "That's all well and good, Lily, but I don't know what to say. It's not as if I have any experience in romance or anything." He subconsciously fingered his glasses.

"I know, but...you're my oldest friend, and I think you should be asked for advice before anyone else."

"Okay, so who is this guy?"

"Um, his name's Chris." Her face lit when she said it; James wished she'd have that reaction when his name was said. "He's in Hufflepuff. I've only seen him in the library and in Herbology class...I don't know why I haven't noticed him before! Oh, James, he's so cute, and he seems really nice...and I saw him in the Magical Psychology section of the library, and he was looking at books, so he must be pretty smart! You know I only go for smart guys."

"Yeah." I'm smart, Lily, but you never noticed me. "Does he like you back?"

Lily opened her mouth, paused, then slowly drooped. "Oh...I never thought of that..."

"It would present a problem if you wanted to have a relationship with this fellow if he did not have similar feelings for you."

All traces of a smile had vanished from Lily's face. "Oh, no..." Then she jumped up. "I've got it. Tomorrow we've got double Herbology with the Hufflepuffs--you can watch this guy and see if he likes me!"

"How will I know who he is?"

"I'll sit with you and point him out. Thanks, Jamesie, you're great."

"Of course I am."

***

"That's him," Lily whispered from James' right.

James followed her gaze to a boy sitting with some Hufflepuffs. He was large, tan, and muscular, with a very white smile and neatly combed blond hair. He was almost the exact opposite of tall, thin, pale James Potter with his mop of uncontrollable black hair. So Lily's attracted to my opposite?

"H'm. What did you say his name was again?"

"Chris. Chris Thompson."

"So, what do you want me to do? Waltz over, get down on bended knee, and proclaim your undying love?"

"No, silly. Just...watch him and see if he likes me."

Just then, Chris looked over at the table. James immediately began to focus on the instruction sheet right above Chris' table, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Lily smile and wave. Chris' eyes widened. He grinned sheepishly, waved back--and knocked over his Venomous Viper Plant.

Thousands of seedpods spilled all over the floor, emitting a slimy green poison. "EVERYONE ON YOUR TABLES!!" screamed Professor Sprout. The class quickly clambered on top of their sturdy greenhouse tables as Sprout, from her newly elevated position on her desk, preformed some complicated movements with her wand.

"So, d'you think he likes me?" Lily asked amidst the chaos.

James glanced over at Chris. The blond was staring at Lily in obvious adoration.

"Yeah, I'd say he likes you." Damn him.

Author's Note: I have settled on a writing schedule: one chappie of Seven Years, then another chappie of this fic. (I'm retiring The Fire Inside for now...sorry guys!) I love reviews veryveryvery much, so be sure to leave one.

Well, until chapter 3...

Best,

Lady Wildcat