After what felt like too much time, other students began to stroll in history class—Lily included. James waved; this caused many sighs and squeals to come from the PFGA. He had every intention to pass notes to her the whole class.

"Remus, do you think she'll go to Zonko's with me?" He whispered because Binns had started to lecture.

"Probably, why are you asking me?" He was slowly writing down notes in a loose cursive.

"Right." James picked up all his books. "You're right." He moved to seat closer to Lily. One of her friends gave a disgusted look.

"What are you doing here Potter?" She asked rudely.

"Sitting." He answered. "Pass this to Lily will you?" He held out a note that he had written earlier.

"No, you get up and pass it to her yourself." She looked away, aloof expression plastered on her face.

"Are you really friends with Lily Evans?" James whispered to himself, confused. Anyway, he got up and moved even closer to where Lily sat.

"Lily?" He whispered, trying to get her attention. "Evans! Hello?"

"Mister Potter, are you aware that you're interrupting my class?" Apparently it wasn't much of a whisper.

"Are you aware that you're dead?"

Lily turned around, mouth hanging open slightly.

Though Professor Binns had no skin, and no pigment to speak of, Remus was sure that if he did he would have looked like a pickled beat. "MISTER POTTER! THAT WAS COMPLETELY INAPPROPRIATE! FIFTY FROM GRYFFINDOR AND GO TO MCGONAGALL RIGHT NOW!"

Remus had his head in his hands. James collected his things. "Lily," He said one his way out. "Go to Zonko's with me tomorrow!"

She blushed. "Okay."

* * *

"Twice this week, Potter." McGonagall said, shaking her head disappointedly. "I would've expected better from you."

James shifted in his seat. "I'm sorry Professor—but have you ever sat through that class? I mean there's nothing to do except for talk to your friends and I was simply—"

She held up a hand. "James," She sighed, sounding very exasperated. "Why can't you just be well behaved?"

He laughed to himself. "Like who, Evans?" This was ridiculous…McGonagall was pleading with him.

"Yes. You two are just as clever—even rival each other's marks in defense against the dark arts. You both have a lovely shot at going to Auror School. But James…"

He scratched the scruff of his neck; this was getting weird. "So how many points this time…?" Just try to end it. He thought.

"I fear that if I take more away from Professor Binns fifty Gryffindor wont have any left. So you'll not be attending Hogsmeade tomorrow." She wiped her nose with a purple hankie.

Little did she know, James could leave Hogwarts for Hogsmeade right at this moment. With the help of some teenage wizard ingenuity and the Marauder's Map. He couldn't risk not having a sincere disappointment so he just sat in silence.

"Well then, go do some homework." She shooed him out with a wave of her hands.

* * *

He reached the Common Room to find Sirius flicking Dung Bombs at the Girls' Dormitory.

"Hi." He said, sitting next to him.

"Hullo," He mumbled, scooting over so that James had more room.

"I can't go to Hogsmeade." James told him, flicking a dung bomb or two himself.

"Really? Why not?" He asked, watching the round smelly missiles bounce off the invisible barrier (courtesy of the Marauders minus one) that was placed in front of the staircase.

"I asked Binns if he knew he was dead." Sirius smiled, it was always a student rumor that Binns had no idea that he was beyond life. "So, can I have the map?"

Sirius put his hand in his pocket, feeling the folded piece of parchment. "You didn't memorize it yet?"

"We just made it Padfoot. Hand it over." He held out his hand.

"I'll stay here with you." He offered.

"I'm meeting Evans."

Sirius heaved a sigh. "Oh yes, I forgot…"

"That didn't sound sincere." James laughed until he noticed that Sirius's seemed a little edgy.

"I'm sorry. Didn't realize I had to love Evans too." He tossed another bomb.

"Are you okay?" James asked, taking the bag of dung bombs from Sirius's hands.

He shot him a sharp look. "Give them back."

"Give me the map."

"You're evil."

"You're stubborn."

"Because of you."

"How do you reckon?"

"Don't make me hex you."

"You wouldn't dare." James said, now pointing his wand at the Dung Bombs. They weren't very good hostages, Sirius had tons more, but he had a feeling for Sirius it was more a battle of wits than getting his dung bombs back.

Sirius stared him down. "I'll tell Evans that you—"

(Now as the author, I could tell you the rest of that sentence. But since James is a little sensitive, I'll leave it to your imagination.)

"You git." James said tossing the bag back at him.

"Damn proud of it." Sirius said smiling happily at the package in his hands. "So you're going with Evans…even though she is a prefect and can get you detention?"

James thought that over for a while. "Well…she doesn't have to know that I'm not allowed to go."

"Fine, here's the map." He threw it on the floor. "I'll see you Saturday afternoon."

* * *

It was rainy Saturday morning. James met Lily at Zonko's at ten o'clock.

"James, I didn't think you'd be here." She said, trick quill in her hand.

"Why is that?" James asked, looking for something to get Sirius back with.

"McGonagall said you weren't allowed." She smiled. "Hold on, I'm gonna go pay for this." She walked over to the register. James rubbed his hands together. Being in the rush he was he'd forgotten his raincoat. He could put a charm on himself but he didn't want to show off. Well, maybe he did a little bit….

"Okay, you want to get a drink?" Lily asked when she returned, putting a hat on.

"Sure." James said, holding the door open for her. She stepped outside and instantly got covered in rain. You could see the little droplets of water collecting in the ends of her hair.

James on the other hand, was drenched to begin with—at that wasn't doing wonders for his looks. His hair was like a wet cat sitting on his head, and his glasses were all fogged up. His face felt numb and it didn't help that Lily was giving him chills.

"You want to get a butter beer? I'm freezing." He asked, squeezing some water out of his blue woolen sweater.

"Why don't you have a rain coat?" She asked, handing him her hat.

"Keep it." He said, pointing to her head. "It's not like I have anything to protect."

She smiled, "That's not true, I like your hair."

James instantly remembered numerous incidents where Lily scolded him for his hair.

"You always messing up your hair to make it look like you just got off your broom—you're horrible!"

"Really? I wouldn't have guessed." He rubbed his nose.

Lily placed the hat back on her head. "Look we're here already!" She pointed to Hogshead. James nodded and they trailed into the small bar. They sat down at a small booth. It smelled like musty pine needles in there.

After they had talked for a while James felt like Lily was staring at him. I shouldn't be upset; I am probably doing the same thing to her. He thought to himself. "Lily, are you okay?"

She instantly blushed. "I was just—your nose. It's all pink at the tip."

He quickly covered his nose with his hands. "Oh."

"It's cute." She said, pushing her hair behind her ears. "And your ears—they're pink too."

He had a feeling his whole face would be pink soon. "That's what I get for not having a coat."

"If we got some butter beer it would warm you up." James quickly remembered why they had come in the first place.

"Yeah, I'll get us some." He walked over to the bar and ordered the drinks, occasionally he waved and smiled at Lily. It was busy and taking a reasonably long time for the drinks to come. When he finally came back to the table, there was a little visitor there.

"Snivellus?!" James yelled, quickly turning to see Lily's expression.

"He thought he'd apologize to me. Sit down, James." Lily smiled.

"I er…" The only thing he could think of was smacking Snape as hard as he could—thank Merlin her had to butter beers in his hand. "Uh…"

Severus smirked evilly at James rage.

"I need to get two more drinks." He managed to say.

"Why?" Lily asked, eyeing the ones in his hand.

"Because these spilt." And with that said, he poured the hot liquid over Snape's entire lap. Lily cupped her hands over her mouth, and Snape yelped at the burning sensation. James smiled happily, placing the empty mugs down on the table.

A/N: I am soooo sorry that this took so long to update!!!!! You better get used to a week or two between updates because I have to go to school soon. ::weeps for a good five minutes:: Thanks you guys so much for reading this!!!