James Potter sat in the common room, laughing with his friends when Lily Evan's came down the stairs wearing a hat. "James Potter, I want to talk to you." She said, grabbing his arm, and pulling him over to a small table where there were very few people.

"What?" he asked irritably. "Nice hat," he added, grinning when he saw the lime green material with bright blue butterflies.

"Shut up," she said, "Look what you did to me? Do you not see this… this lack of hair on my head? It's all gone, I've tried everything, and it won't grow back!" she said, her voice rising with each word.

"Calm down, I didn't do anything to you but try to be nice, I'm not even sure how the hell you got that note, and I didn't but the curse on it." He said, his voice also rising.

They soon had a small audience gathered around, but they were too busy yelling to even bother noticing them. "Don't try to be anything. I hate you, I always have, I always will." She yelled, glaring at him.

"Some how I don't believe that." James said, Lily was going to say something, but he stopped her by putting his hand over her mouth. "Just let me talk for a second alright?" he asked, calmly. She reluctantly nodded her head, and removed his hand from her mouth. "Ok, I like you Lily, you know that, but you don't like me, so I've decided to change for you, so that you will like me. But now I'm not so sure I'm doing the right thing.

"So, with that in mind, why don't you go ask Sirius how you get you're hair back. He's the one that made the curse up, I'm sure he knows a counter curse."

Lily looked at him in disgust. "You make me sick." With that she turned and stomped out of the common room leaving a trail of whispering behind her. As soon as the portrait hole shut, the common room exploded in loud conversation about the latest Potter vs. Evans episode.

Lily was pacing outside the portrait of the Fat Lady talking to herself. "I don't know why I'm so upset. It's not like it's the fist prank he's ever pulled on me. But to actually joke around about liking me? He's gone too far this time." She mumbled, sitting down by the wall. She put her head in her hands and groaned. "You've lost you're mind Lily Evans," As she said those last words, the portrait opened, and James stepped out.

"Hey," he said, sitting next to her. She made to stand up, but he grabbed her arm and told her to stay there. "I'm really sorry, and I didn't put a curse on that note."

"I still hate you, curse or not," she replied, staring at the wall in front of her.

"You don't believe me do you?" he said, searching her face. She could tell her was sincere by the tone of his voice, but she chose to ignore it and take the easy route out.

"Do I look stupid? Of course I don't believe you." She tried to stand up, but James grabbed her arm again. "And besides, there's no proof that you didn't do it," she said, still struggling to get away.

"Yes there is." He said, "I'm a Marauder which means I took the Marauder's oath." He began, but Lily cut him off.

"Whoopee! Hooray for you! James Potter is a Marauder and took the Marauder's oath so therefore I should believe every word he ever says!" She yelled out into the empty hallway.

"Let me finish," he said. She rolled her eyes but listened anyway. "The Marauder's oath states that a marauder must always confess to a prank, and not be ashamed of it. That means that I didn't do the curse on that note, I didn't even know there was a curse on that note. Go ask Sirius, I bet you any money he'll admit to it."

"So let me get this straight. You want me to believe you that because you're in some stupid club or whatever it is, that you would in fact admit to it, if you did it, which I still think you did?"

"Basically, yes, but think about it this way. I've played a lot of pranks on you, and your little friend Snivellus, and just about every other Slytherin, and just about every other person in the school, have I ever denied doing any of those? Why would I start now?" He asked, looking at her. She glanced up at him, she was about to say something when a new voiced entered the conversation.

"He has a point there dear, I've heard stories of the things he's done from other paintings and suits of armor. He has indeed confessed to all of them. I can hear what's going on inside the common room as well as outside you know,"

At fist Lily was startled, but then she realized that she was not losing her mind, that it was only the Portrait of the Fat Lady who had returned to her frame a few moments before. "Yeah, I guess you're right." She said. "But that doesn't mean I like you. I still hate you just as much as I did a few minutes ago." She added when she saw his face light up.

"Just go ask Sirius to get you're hair back. He's the only one that knows how." James said, standing up. "Shriveled toad" he said, and then walked into the common room with a dejected look on his face.

The next few days were as normal as they could be with planning the ball during detention, trying to avoid each other, and Lily's best friend going out with one of James's best friends.

Lily knew Andrea had liked Remus, but she didn't know that her friend would actually get the guts to ask him out.

The days until the ball were going by faster and faster, and the planning took longer than both James and Lily thought it would. On the day before the deadline, they were sitting in the common room at one in the morning, trying to figure out what band to hire. Two of them said they would play, but only one of them could be chosen.

"The Weird Sisters responded first Potter; it's only fair to pick them." Lily said, pacing in front of the table they were working at.

"Yeah, but we sent them the owl first, I remember, I send the Weird Sisters one before the Tricky Tricksters. It only makes sense that they wrote back to us first." James argued. He too was pacing. It was late and they were both tired and getting very irritated with one another.

"it was about five minutes, Potter, five minutes difference. The Weird Sisters responded a day ahead of the Tricky Tricksters." Lily sat down in at the table and glanced at her watch. "Come on Potter, it's only fair, and their letter was more positive than the other one. The flat out said they could. Tricky said that they might be able to make it. What would we do if they decided they had something better to do than play at a school ball?" Lily asked, yawning slightly. She rubbed her eyes and looked at James waiting for his answer.

They were both a mess. Lily's hair was messed up, her eyes had dark bags underneath them. "Yeah, I s'pose you're right," he said, sitting down as well. "So I guess I'll just write the Weird Sisters, and then we'll be done. You can go on up to bed, I can take care of it," he said, leaning his head back and rubbing his temples.

"Potter you look half dead, I'll do it," Lily said, reaching for a quill and a piece of parchment. As she was pulling a bottle of ink toward her, he put his hand on her arm and smiled at her. "I'll do it James, I'm not incapable of doing things at 1:30 in the morning," she said.

"No, it's not that. I don't know," he said, looking away, and blushing slightly. Lily gave him an odd look and then started on the letter. About halfway through it she noticed James was still there.

"You can go to bed you know, I'm almost done," she said softly looking at him with slight concern. He was barely awake, every time he blinked, it took longer and longer for him to open up his eyes again.

"Go too the ball with me, Lily," he said suddenly, looking more awake than he had in hours. Lily just looked at him shocked. Her eyes were wide and she looked some what like a goldfish out of water.

"I…I umm I," she was stumbling over her words. God Evans get yourself together it's Potter! she thought. She could feel her face flushing and she looked away.

a/n:Well there's chapter four.. I know I said it would be a little longer, but this just seemed like a nice place to stop….tehehe cliffy! Well I'll have the next part out as soon as it's written.

Thanks to: o0true0o for the review on chapter three, and all my other wonderful reviewers on the previous chapters.

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-Manda