Author's Note: My friend Qiana Elfosng and I recently came up with an idea to periodically challenge each other. This was our first challenge. She, knowing how much I love fluff, but absolutely hate writing it, decided to challenge me to write a fluffy James/Lily fic. The only other requirement was that it had to include hot!Sirius.

This is my attempt to fulfill that challenge. There are six chapters, and I'll post them every three days. They're very short chapters, and not particularly deep, but I did enjoy writing them.


Two Sided Coin

At It Again

They were at it again.

Sirius, Remus and Peter leant against the wall as the class poured out of their second lesson of Advanced Transfiguration. Remus had a bemused grin on his face. His red-brown hair and amber eyes gleamed with amusement at the two warriors battling it out.

It was quite a sight to see. One of the contestants was one of his best friends, James Potter. At this present instant, James' face was scrunched up with anger, his messy black hair going in every direction, eyes glinting at his foe from behind his glasses. And then, completely dwarfed by James' height was Lily Evans, the cause of all James' troubles.

She must've been at least 6 inches shorter than him, but she was glaring up at him with all the fury of a lioness hunting for food. Her brilliant green eyes were challenging and defiant, her face set into a frown that had been honed from years of bitter arguments between the two. The Marauders had never figured out what had sparked them, but as Lily had loudly commented time and time again, she just couldn't 'stand the arrogant prat'.

Apparently, this time the argument had started because he'd preceded her out of the classroom. She hadn't cared about anyone else, but she wasn't letting Potter get past her.

"It's polite to let a witch precede you, Potter, or didn't your well-to-do mother tell you that?"

He took her comment with narrowed eyes, face flushing as she reminded him of his manners. It didn't last long, because a second later, he hissed, "You're not a witch, Evans, you're a bitch."

Remus straightened up slightly, shooting a concerned glance at Sirius. Sirius, however, was leaning back against the wall, his longer-than-usual black hair slightly ruffled, blue eyes watching the proceedings with interest. Remus didn't relax, though. For all James' and Lily's fighting, they'd never reached petty insults before.

The redhead seemed to take it in stride, though her fingers clenched around her book bag strap. Her knuckles were white, but by no change of expression did she acknowledge any hurt she might have felt. Indeed, her expression turned mocking. "What's wrong, Potter? Worried about the upcoming NEWTs? You should be, even if we had three years to prepare, you wouldn't have enough time. You're nothing but money and a pretty broom."

"Jealous, Evans?"

She sucked in a breath, for some reason more upset about this attack then the one that had come before it. "If you think, for one instant," she muttered, refusing to look at him, just staring at the wall behind him, "that I am jealous of you, then you have another think coming!"

He ducked to the side so he was in her line of vision. "So why don't you look at me when you say that?"

Her only answer was to storm off.

A smile played around James' lips as he turned to face his friends. Sirius gave a bark of laughter and slapped him on the back, Peter smiled, but Remus' frown remained in place. James looked after Lily's figure, his hand ruffling up his hair.

"What's wrong, Moony?"

"D'you think you went a bit far with her this time?"

Sirius snickered. "I think that it's not nearly as far as James wants to go with her." His blue eyes lit up with humour. Peter gave an appreciative laugh. Remus merely sighed, and tried again.

"I mean, I know you two fight a lot, but calling her a bitch?"

James' shrugged, looking slightly uncomfortable. His brown eyes were regretful, but they didn't seem to understand the full impact of what had happened. He smiled the small pang of conscience away. "I think of it as our form of flirting. I don't mean it, she knows that."

"She was crying as she left."

Alarm flared up in James' face. He'd been obsessed with Lily since their fifth year, and he'd never purposefully tried to hurt her. As he'd already told Remus, he saw their fighting as a way of flirting. After all, Evans was never normal in anything she did, and if she didn't know how to flirt in the normal way, then he'd adjust.

He stared down the corridor with concern, and then shrugged it off. Perhaps she was just having a bad day. If it was more than that, then he'd apologise. "C'mon," he muttered. "Let's go."