A/N: And we're back to James' POV! Sorry, I promise I won't keep switching each chapter like this! I'd like to express my appreciation to theonlywitchwritingtomuggles. I have seven reviews for this story! SEVEN! You people make me so happy.

James smiled happily slumped down on an armchair near the other three marauders. They looked at him questioningly.

"Well, I took your advice, I asked her out." James told Sirius.

"See? Always know what I'm doing, don't I? Never let you down, have I?" Sirius said proudly.

"Yeah, you have, actually. Like when you said a Bertie Botts Every Flavour Bean was peppermint when actually it was puke." Said James. Sirius smiled reminiscently, an evil gleam in his eye.

"Or the time James used that pick up line, like you told him to, on Lily and he got slapped." Peter contributed.

"Yeah, well…"

"Or the time you told him the wrong incantation for a spell that would 'impress' Lily, and he ended up setting her hair on fire." Remus added.

"Where are you going on your date?" Sirius changed the subject as quickly as possible.

"No idea. Hogsmeade obviously, but there's only on place there I can think of there that's appropriate."

"Where?" Peter asked.

"Madam Puddifoots Teashop." Said Sirius and James in unison.

"Makes me want to throw up." James continued.

"OK, so we'll scratch Madam Puddifoots off the list of possible places. Let's look at it logically. Hmm, exactly when is this date?" said Remus in a matter-of-fact voice.

"Saturday." The atmosphere between them changed immediately. Sirius looked shocked, Peter gasped and Remus dropped the quill he had been using, creating a large blotch of ink in the middle of his essay.

James began to feel as though he was missing something. There was a long, awkward pause.

"This Saturday?" asked Sirius finally.

"Yes."

"As in the day after tomorrow?" Peter wanted to know.

"Uh-Huh."

"Saturday the 28th of December?" it was Remus asking him the questions now.

"YES, THAT SATURDAY!" James yelled, causing the only other people in the common room, two first years, to jump.

"James, you moron! Saturday is Full Moon!" this caused James to look horrified.

"What? C'mon, Padfoot. You've got to be kidding me. You've just got to be! Tell me you're kidding!" he pleaded weakly.

"It's OK, James. You can go on your date with Lily, we don't-" Remus started.

"It doesn't work like that, Moony! It's hard for both of us to calm you down, let alone me by myself. You're a freakin' werewolf, for God's sake!" Sirius whispered sharply.

"Oh, thanks, Sirius. You're making me feel so much better about my forced transformations."

"Don't take it like that, I was just trying to explain it to you. You don't get it because-"

"Yeah, I know, because 'I'm a freakin' werewolf'"

"I wasn't going to say-"

"GUYS! STOP IT!" Sirius and Remus turned around to face James. "This is about Lily and me."

"So what're you doing to do?" Peter asked.

James took a deep breath. "I guess I'll have to explain to Lily that I can't go on Saturday. Don't worry, Remus. I won't tell her about your furry little problem." Remus grinned.

"Poor James. Poor, poor James." Sirius sympathised.

"What?" asked James.

"I know girls, mate. She's not going to be happy."

"This is not good. How should I tell her, Sirius?"

"There's no easy way to break it to her that you don't want to go on a date anymore."

"But I do want to!" said James indignantly.

"How is she going to know that?" asked Remus.

James' grief looked beyond tears. "Why, Lord? Why do you have to punish me like this?" Sirius patted his back awkwardly.

"Sorry, James." Said Peter. But nothing could comfort James now. The most wonderful thing that had ever happened to him was slowly slipping away…

A/N: Very short, I know, but essential to the plot. I must express my apologies that I'm not going to be able to update for a week, as I'm going for a holiday. But I'll be writing them there, but I'm not allowed to bring my computer, so I have to HANDWRITE it! This has got to show you my determination to write this story! Anyway, there should be a good amount for you to read when I get back, so see you all next Monday.