James shook his head. "That's okay, I don't think I want to know."

"Well, that's good." Lupin muttered, now facing away from Sirius and James.

Sirius nodded. "Yes, because we have no idea. Are you sure you weren't in detention?"

"With Evans?" James shook his head. "I don't think so. And if I was in a detention, why didn't you two come and get me out of it?"

"Maybe we were sitting on the other side of the classroom." Sirius suggested, closing his eyes.

"You guys know perfectly well where you were, if you don't want to tell me . . . then I don't care." James whispered before falling asleep.

* * *

"And I am dead serious Dumbledore winked at me!" Sirius told James, who was gazing dreamily at the opposite end of the table. "Are you listening to me? James?"

Remus sighed. "Looks like Prongs is taking all necessary extremes to prove me wrong about that Evans kiss."

"You really do need to get on the Cleansweep and take it straight to hell," Sirius said, taking a sip of pumpkin juice. "I don't like you acting like me. Pass me the butter."

Moony passed the small butter tray to his friend, studying James carefully. "What do you think it is?"

"The looks." Sirius said, buttering his English muffin.

"I think he just wants that kiss."

"Obtaining the unobtainable!" Sirius declared, banging his butter knife on the wooden table.

"Good point, but I didn't know James was so superficial."

"What?" James snapped out of his dream-like state. "Are you talking about me?"

Lupin looked down at his Daily Prophet. "Sirius did you hear something?"

"No, I'm too busy goggling at the girls over there."

"Oh, I must be nutters then."

James sighed, "I was trying to make eye contact. Girls like that, don't they?"

Sirius shrugged. "If I saw some pervert stalking me with his eyes, I'd fall for him straight away." He fluttered his eyes and sighed.

"Pervert?" James asked, disgusted. "I'm not a pervert!"

"Well, all of the girls know about your little attempt to get into the dormitory the other night."

"My attempt! I was following you!" James threw his blueberry muffin at the teasing Sirius.

"Yes but they all knew I would try to get into the dorms. You and Moony were a bit unexpected."

"Are you having any luck with Evans anyway?" Remus asked, smirk on his face.

James blushed, "No."

"When's the last time you talked to her?" Sirius asked, glancing at the now walking Lily.

"Right now," James said, standing up. "Evans! Why don't you come over here and talk with me!" Lily stopped in her tracks.

"Hey Sirius, I was wondering. When do I get that 'treat' from you?" She smiled and walked out of the Great Hall. The eating students fell considerable quite, all eyes on Sirius.

"She hates you, mate." Sirius said, ignoring the laughing Remus. "She really bloody hates you." James slammed his fist on the table.

"No, she doesn't!" He ran off, following the smiling Lily.

"What's he going to do?" Sirius asked, after the doors slammed behind him.

"Something stupid." He stated blankly.

*

"Lily! Wait!" James yelled, running down a corridor after Lily. She stopped.

"What do you want?" She asked, a tired tone in her voice.

James paused. He didn't want anything. Well he wanted something, but he couldn't just come out and say that—do that rather—with out getting a swift smack on the face. "Er…" His stomach churned. Maybe if he just played the right game… "The question, Miss Evans, is what do you want?" If Padfoot were here…he could hear the snickers now…

"I think it's obvious what I want." She said, brushing her hair behind her ear.

James swallowed. He wasn't supposed to be feeling stupid. "It wouldn't be a kiss, by chance?"

Taken aback by the sincere sound in his voice Lily answered: "Maybe,"

Prongs could feel his heart pounding out of his chest.

"But not from you."

Or maybe it was his heart breaking. "I don't believe that." He said.

"And that's precisely why I don't want a kiss from you. See you in class." She began to walk away, but James put a hand on her shoulder.

"I've heard that a kiss from Evans was only second to a kiss from Black—but that survey was missing a vote." She turned around.

"Let me guess, yours?" She rolled her eyes. "That's a cliché if I've ever heard—"

James cut her off, but his lips weren't talking…

A/N: Okay, I have a lot to say…

Firstly: I am so embarrassed, RIPSIRIUS: The metaphor is that when someone steps on your toes, they are kind of butting in and taking over what you are trying to do. Like when Remus was helping the first year, Sirius stepped on his toes and began to tutor the kid instead. Okay, I can't explain metaphors very well, ask one of your friends if this doesn't help! :-[

Secondly: "And I am dead serious," Sorry. I didn't realize that…

Thirdly: Sorry this chapter was so short.

Fourthly: Sorry for the big let down—we still don't know where Rem and Sir were during 'fig, but in case you haven't noticed—neither do I!

Fifthly: Sorry! There is more author's note than there is chapter! LOL.