Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. No duh.

A/N: Hello ppl! Yep, this is my brand new fanfic! I, however, still will be continuing my other fanfic: Can't Buy Me Love. I hope you like my story!

Chapter 1 – The Bet and a Tutor

James Potter grinned and winked as Laura Afkins walked by with her friends. His best friend, Sirius Black, snickered when Laura let out a dreamy sigh and began giggling with her friends.

"I don't understand why they're all in love with you, Prongs. And, to think, it's still the beginning of the year," Remus Lupin remarked.

"Easy. It's me. Who isn't in love with me? With my good looks, that would be nearly impossible," James joked. He ruffled his messy, jet-black hair.

"They're not all in love with him," Sirius Black replied. James snickered. Remus looked vaguely interested.

"Oh? Name one girl that isn't dying to go on a date with me," James said arrogantly. Sirius smirked.

"She's right over there, Prongs. There's your girl." He pointed to the end of Hogwarts' corridor. James turned slightly.

"Lily Evans? You got to be kidding me. Well, watch this… Oi! EVANS! Will you go out with me?" he hollered. Lily glared at him in disgust.

"Get a life, Potter," she replied, turning and walking away. Remus snickered. James frowned, narrowing his eyes.

"Oh well. It's only Evans. Should I care about her?" he lazily scoffed, trying to sound nonchalant. Sirius shrugged.

"I dunno, Prongs. Evans looks like a pretty good catch, to me. One girl can make a big difference," he mused.

"Whatever. I bet she'll fall in love with me before the school year is even half over, anyways," James casually remarked. Sirius grinned.

"You're on, mate. By the end of the year, Evans has to be completely head over heels in love with you." James froze as his two best friends strolled away, cackling.

"Wait! Evans!" James called out, jogging up to Lily. "McGonagall told me to give you this." He handed her a slip of paper.

Lily skimmed the note, her eyes widening with every word. "WHAT?" she roared, waving the note near his head. "This is not happening. This is not happening…"

"What?"

"Don't 'what' me! You set me up for this! IT SAYS HERE THAT I AM SUPPOSED TO TUTOR YOU FOR THREE, WHOLE MONTHS!" she hollered. James shrugged carelessly.

"Well, sor-ry, not everyone is as smart as you, Evans," he replied sarcastically, raking his fingers through his tousled hair.

"You are one of the smartest students, James Potter! Why do you need tutoring?" Lily demanded. Without waiting for an answer, she spun around smartly on her heel and marched away. James paused, then shook his head. Did Lily Evans just compliment me?

"Padfoot! We have to clear a few things up," James declared. Sirius nodded, sinking into one of the comfy chairs in the common room. "First of all, what are we betting?" James asked. His best friend shrugged thoughtfully. Remus looked up from the corner of the room, where he was diligently studying.

"You guys are still going on with this?" he asked incredously. The two exchanged a glance and then nodded. "How about… The loser gives 15 galleons and becomes the winner's slave for 2 weeks," he suggested.

"Perfect, Moony. Brilliant. Genius. Ahh, I can't wait to see Prongs slave over me for half a month," Sirius sighed. James rolled his eyes and waved his hand, dismissing the situation.

"Right. The other this is – you cannot interfere with me and Lily," James ordered sternly. Sirius pretended to look disappointed.

"Okay… but, there was one part of the bet I forgot to mention," Sirius confessed. James eyed him suspiciously.

"Which is…?"

"You aren't allowed to fall in love with her."

"Evans… You're five minutes late," James playfully scolded as Lily entered the Room of Requirement. He was sitting on the top of one of the desks, playing with his Golden Snitch.

"Shut up, Potter, and get out your book. Turn to page 75 and start reading," she commanded. James scowled but obeyed.

After a couple minutes, Lily looked up. "Potter, are you reading?" she demanded. James grinned and shook his head. "Why not?"

"Don't feel like it. It's boring. So, Evans, tell me about yourself," he prodded. Lily stared at him as if he were crazy.

"Potter, are you out of your mind? This is a Transfiguration lesson! I'm your tutor, and I told you to read!" she shouted. James licked his chapped lips. This isn't going the way I want it to. If I have to get her to fall in love with me, I have to get her to know me.

"Come on, Evans. I can assure you, I'm not going to be able to concentrate, knowing that I'm being taught by some stranger," James coaxed. "Here, I'll start by telling you about myself. Ahem. So. My full name is James Harold Potter, and I'm -."

"I don't want to know about you, Potter. Just read!" Lily interrupted. James pretended to pout.

"Aww, c'mon, Evans. Are you telling me you don't care the least bit about me?" he asked. Lily glared at him. "Why don't you tell me about yourself, then?"

"My name is Lily Evans, and I think that you're an annoying, conceited snob that thinks that good looks are everything," Lily snarled. James ignored the nasty comment and tried to look pleased.

"You see? That was very good, Evans. Now, my name is James Harold Potter and I'm a Marauder. My best friends are Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. I'm the son of Kevin and Lucy Potter. I'm an only child, and both of my parents went to Hogwarts and were in Gryffindor before me. In fact, they're both Aurors," he went on. That caught Lily's attention.

"They're Aurors?" she repeated, sounding slightly awed. James nodded proudly, grinning at the thought of them.

"Two of the best," he confirmed smugly. His voice dropped at the next comment. "In fact… they're always being sent away on business, searching for You-Know-Who… They're not home much."

"Oh… I'm sorry," Lily murmured. James glanced up. No! She's not supposed to feel sorry for me… Unless… That'll help me win the bet…

"You're lucky, though, not having any siblings. My sister, Petunia, she's like a witch herself," Lily continued. James laughed. "She's always ranting on about how stupid it is to be able to turn teacups into mice and about how that would never come in handy during life."

"Ouch. You could always threaten to hex her," James suggested mischievously, wiggling his eyebrows. Lily rolled her eyes but laughed.

"Yeah right. I wish. But she's got this boyfriend – Vernon, and he'd totally kill me if I did anything," she said. James snickered.

"Well, I'd kill them both if he did anything to you," he blurted out. He immediately turned red from the comment. Lily blushed and began to stare at the ground. There was an awkward silence.

"Are you… a Muggleborn?" James uneasily questioned. Lily nodded slowly, her eyes fixed on her shoes.

"Yeah… My mom and dad were really shocked to find out that I was a witch," she explained softly. James nodded knowingly. "Anyways… You better start reading, Potter," she briskly said. James felt his heart land in his stomach. I was so close!

He reluctantly picked up his book and began to read, but he couldn't concentrate. He started staring at the page blankly. Every once in awhile, he'd glance up at Lily.

The last time he did this, Lily threw her book onto the ground. "Potter! I can't concentrate with you staring at me all the time!" she exclaimed.

"Sor-ry, Evans," he cried, throwing his hands up. "And I'm not staring at you! I'm staring at the clock on the wall!" he lied. Lily turned her head to look at the clock behind her.

"Well, if you were really doing that, you would have noticed that it's already ONE IN THE MORNING!" she hollered coldly, scrambling up with her books in her arms. James leapt off the table.

"What!" he yelled, grabbing his book and ruffling his hair again. "Shit!" Lily glared at him frostily.

"I just don't understand how someone as stupid as you became Head Boy," she muttered before leaving the room. James dashed after her.

"Yeah, well, I don't understand why Dumbledore made you Head Girl! You spend half your time with your head buried in a book, you wouldn't notice if someone was getting away with murder right in front of you!" he hissed. He felt a cold hand on his shoulder and froze.

"Well, well, well. What have we here? Two students out of bed at one in the morning? Our Head Boy and Girl, no less. Professor Dumbledore shall hear of this," a voice said. James winced. Oh boy. Argus Filch.

A/N: Yep, that's my first chapter! I hope you guys like it! Review and tell me if you think I should continue!