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Chapter 2

"Class dismissed. Mr. Potter, Ms. Evans, I'd like a word," Professor McGonagall announced. James smirked at Lily as they walked up to her desk.

"I have been notified that you two were roaming the hallways at one in the morning. Now, our rules clearly state that the Heads have a curfew at 12:00," McGonagall said.

"I'm sorry, Professor. I was having a tutoring session with Potter, and we lost track of time," Lily explained. McGonagall nodded.

"That may be so, but I am afraid I will have to give you two detention. If you could meet Professor Snape in the dungeons at 7:00 tonight. I am afraid, Mr. Potter, that you will have to cancel your Quidditch practice. Professor Snape specifically asked for tonight at seven," she informed them. James scowled.

"But, Professor, the season is just warming up! Our next match is in one week, Gryffindor vrs. Slytherin! We need to practice!" he protested.

"Perhaps you should consider that the next time you go running around past curfew," McGonagall said. "But, for now, I'm afraid you two will have to report to detention tonight."

"This is all your fault," James spat out the minute they were outside. Lily looked taken back. She exhaled loudly.

"My fault? If anything, this was your fault! Your stupid 'Let's Get To Know Each Other' Game screwed up our whole tutoring session!" she declared.

"You were supposed to be watching the time! I was busy reading!" James huffed. Lily snorted and rolled her eyes.

"You? Reading? Yeah, sure. That'll be the day," she muttered.

"Evans…" James curtly greeted Lily.

"Potter…" She returned the greeting. James shrugged nonchalantly. "What do you want?" Lily snapped. James looked taken back.

"What? Can't I walk with my favorite tutor?" he asked sweetly. Lily glared at him. James grinned cheekily.

They reached the dungeons without another word. "Mr. Potter, Ms. Evans, please follow me… You two will be organizing my shelves and cleaning my cauldrons. I want each cauldron scrubbed fiercely clean, and you may not use magic for anything, is that understood?" Professor Snape asked. (A/N: Professor Snape is Severus Snape's father). The two nodded.

"Very well. Get to work. I shall be back soon," Snape said. He turned around and left. Lily immediately grabbed a sponge and began scrubbing at a cauldron. James watched her silently before he began to clean out the shelves.

The two worked silently, side by side, before James slyly asked, "Evans, can I borrow your wand?"

"Yeah, sure," she absent-mindedly answered, pulling it out of her back pocket. She froze. "Wait. Why?" James shrugged.

"No reason," he answered, fiddling with a vial of liquid.

"Then… No," she replied, returning to her work. James sighed and pretended to pout. He faked a sniffled and a few chokes.

"Please? I don't have my wand with me. Just one flick and then… we can be done," he said, waving his hands around for emphasis.

"Professor Snape clearly said that this was to be done without magic!" Lily argued. James shrugged casually.

"So what? They always say that. It doesn't mean anything. Besides, he'll never know. We're improving our cleaning spells," he protested. He reached for her wand. Being a good four inches taller than her, he was able to grab it.

"Arfitula!" he cried, pointing to the shelves. They immediately rearranged themselves. "Scorgify!" he yelled, pointing to the cauldrons. They became sparkling clean.

"Oh, God. We're in so much trouble," Lily muttered. Just then, Professor Snape walked back inside. James quickly stuffed the wand into his cloak as Snape eyed the place.

"Done, already? Hmm… Very well then. You may go," he dismissed them. James flashed Lily a smirk, but she was still worried. "Wait, one second!" Snape called after them. Lily froze.

"Told you he'd find out," she whispered out of the corner of her mouth. James paled, biting his lower lip nervously.

"You're curfew is at 12:00 midnight. Do not let us catch you wandering around at night again," Snape finished. They both exhaled their relief and darted out of the room before Snape could say anything else. James snickered as he handed her her wand.

"Oh yeah. We're really gonna get in trouble now, right?"

"You're finally here, Potter," Lily said coldly as James slipped into the Room of Requirement. He raked his fingers through his already messy hair.

"You try escaping a mob of girls!" he declared, grinning proudly as he recalled them swarming around him. Lily looked disgusted. Gross. Who'd want to mob him?

"Let me guess. If they were so stupid to actually mob you, they'd have to all be Slytherins!" she shot back sarcastically. She was surprised when James laughed.

"Good thinking, but no," he replied, winking at her. Lily groaned inwardly. He's such a prick. He thinks the world revolves around him.

"Just get to work, Potter. Page 75," Lily ordered. James flipped to that page and then scowled. Lily glared at him.

"Come on! This again? We did this the other night!" he complained. Lily looked at him frostily.

"Glad to see you were actually paying attention, Potter. Now, read it!" she commanded. James huffed.

"Can't you just teach me the spell? I bet if you just showed me once, I'd be able to do it just as well as you," he bragged. Lily rolled her eyes. This'll show him.

"Fine. Elcoro derusio," she said clearly. The small mouse instantly transformed into a white rabbit. She smiled proudly at the sight of it. James scowled.

"I can do that. Watch. Elcoro derusio," he said. The mouse immediately became a rabbit. James smirked. Lily frowned and pointed to the fur on his.

"It's the same color as the mouse. It's still a pale-ish color, like a tan. Mine is whiter," she declared. James snorted.

"Are you mental, lady? 'It's not as white?' That's probably one of the stupidest things I've ever heard of! Who cares if it's not 'as white'?" he jeered. Wow. God, she's an over-achiever. A perfectionist. When he saw the hurt look on her face, he quickly said, "But you got to admit, mine is pretty good." Lily shrugged. James rolled his eyes. Just like her. Can't admit that someone is just as good as her.

"Whatever. I, myself, know that I aced this lesson. So, see you later. And you better hurry up. You wouldn't want to be caught by Filch, would you?" he questioned, grinning as he pranced out of the room.

"Hey, Prongs! You know what we forgot to do? We forgot to make that contract for our bet," Sirius said. James wrinkled his nose, and then nodded in agreement.

"Oh yeah. We did. Okay. Where's Moony. He can write it for us. YO! MOONY! Get over here!" James yelled. Remus strolled over with parchment and a quill.

"Ready."

"Good. Okay… How about… 'We Marauders, Padfoot and Prongs, solemnly bet the following: On March 1st, fellow Gryffindor Lily Evans, must be in love with James 'Prongs' Potter. Sirius 'Padfoot' Black may not do any harm to interfere with any current relationship between Miss Evans and Mr. Potter. James 'Prongs' Potter swears that he will not fall in love with Lily Evans. Thou who does not succeed shall become winner's slave for two weeks and will sacrifice fifteen galleons. How's that, Moony? Do you have it all?" James recited.

"Yep. Check," he replied. James nodded. Sirius grinned cheekily.

"Get ready, Prongs. I drive my slaves pretty hard!"

A/N: Okay, the next chapter should be more interesting. PLEASE REVIEW!