"PRONGS! YOU ARE BLOODY MAD, I TELL YOU! I AM NOT DOING THAT FOR YOU!" Sirius shouted, backing away from James, who was carrying two glasses of green, bubbly, putrid liquid. They were in Sirius and Remus' dorm, having decided it was the safest place to talk over James' latest plan.

"Come on, Padfoot! It's not that bad! Its only polyjuice potion! And it took me ages to make," persuaded James, walking closer to Sirius and Remus with the glasses still in his hands.

Remus turned pale. "P-Prongs? Are you…serious?"

James grinned. "'Course I am. How else am I going to know how Lily really feels about me?"

"Oh, I dunno, you could try ASKING HER!" Sirius shouted. "What is it with you and these horrible, far-fetched plans, Prongs?" Sirius glared at James, crossing his arms.

"Padfoot, please! It'll only be for an hour or so!"

"FORGET IT! I AM NOT TURNING INTO A DAMN CHICK FOR YOU!"

"Padfoot, come off it. You'll finally be able to see what its like to be in your girlfriend's shoes."

"LITERALLY! BECAUSE I'LL BE IN THEM!"

"Padfoot, if you don't do this for me, I'll tell everyone you sleep with a doll," James warned, a malicious flicker in his eyes.

"It's a quidditch action figure," Sirius scowled.

"Padfoot, come on. It's a doll."

Sirius sighed, and walked over to James, glaring at him. "Give it to me. And this will not be used for blackmail, do you understand me? In fact, I'll just write up a quick contract-"

James laughed. "Padfoot, its fine. No blackmail. I've got it. And Moony? Are you going to do it for me?"

Remus pouted in hopelessness. "Fine. God, I can't believe I'm doing this."

James grinned as he handed his friends the two glasses filled with polyjuice potion. Reluctantly, Sirius and Remus drank the entire contents of their glasses. For a minute, they stretched and bubbled uncontrollably. Then, suddenly, Sirius grew long, blonde hair, and Remus dark, curly hair. They both became considerably shorter, and received "girlish figures."

James grinned. "Right. Well, to finish up the look, you might want to put these on-" he gestured to two short skirts, and two pairs of high heeled shoes. "And you might want to put a little makeup on, you know, to really make Lily believe you," he finished, trying to suppress his laughter.

Sirius shook with anger. "PRONGS! THAT IS WHERE I DRAW THE LINE! I am not wearing a skirt!"

James smiled charmingly. "Well, you can't wear what you're wearing now, can you?" Both Sirius and Remus' clothes were now extremely large on them – Remus' tee shirt now reached to his elbows, and Sirius' pants were now dragging on the floor, in a puddle of fabric at his feet.

"PRONGS! I'm going to get you back for this!" Sirius growled, nervously eyeing the skirts, and the tiny polos James had just brought out. He and Remus quickly changed, and made their way out of the dormitory, James following in his invisibility cloak, shaking with laughter.

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Sirius and Remus quickly made their way down the Transfiguration corridor, searching for Lily. Finally they found her, just as James was turning the corner to meet them.

"Why hello there, girlfriend! Long time no see!" giggled Sirius in a high-pitched, stereotypical girly voice. Remus kicked him hard in the shins.

Lily looked at him strangely. "Erm, hi, Paige. Are you…okay? Everything alright?"

"Oh, I'm fine, sweetheart, just broke a nail is all," Sirius pouted.

Remus glared at him. "Paige isn't…er…feeling well today," he said. "You see, um, she and Sirius had a fight. Yeah, that's it."

"Oh, Paige, I'm so sorry! Are you two still together?" Lily asked in concern.

"Of course we are, hun! Sirius is the best snogger in the whole school! Not to mention he's incredibly hot, great at quidditch, wonderfully sculpted, a mischievous troublemaker-" Sirius listed.

"Um, yeah. Yeah, he is, Paige. I didn't know you liked him so much. Just the other day you were saying how disgusting he was when he eats," Lily said, glancing at Sirius suspiciously.

"I AM NOT!" Sirius shouted furiously. "Erm…I meant, I am not going to, um, talk about that right now."

"Anyway," Remus started, giving Sirius a significant look. "How's James, Lily?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"Just wondering."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION!" Sirius shouted in frustration, pounding his fist into the wall.

Lily stared at him in surprise. "Paige! What has gotten into you? I don't know how James has been! I only talk to him-"

"every second of every day," muttered Sirius under his breath.

"-a few times a day," Lily continued, staring at Sirius suspiciously. "And anyway, why do you care if I've talked to James lately?"

"Excuse me, did you just call him James?" Sirius asked in astonishment. James' mouth had opened quite a few inches, his eyes bulging.

Lily sighed. "Paige, we've been through this! I only call him James in private, not to his face!"

"Right, sorry," said Remus, practically jumping with glee. "But tell us again – why the sudden use of his first name?"

"Do you like him, perhaps?" Sirius asked anxiously.

Lily groaned. "God, what has gotten into you two today?"

"Answer the question!" Sirius barked, doing what he called his "glee dance."

"Hurry, before Paige wets herself," Remus added, giving Sirius a disgusted look.

"FINE! He's really, really, INCREDIBLY attractive, and he actually is a really nice guy. Happy now? That doesn't mean I like him, though, because I don't! Definitely not!"

Sirius smirked. "You like him."

"I DO NOT!" retorted Lily, blushing.

Sirius began to continue his "glee dance." "You like him. YOU like him!"

"Shut up! I so don't!"

"SHE LIKES HIM SHE LIKES HIM!" Sirius shouted, grabbing Remus' hand and spinning him across the corridor.

"NO I DO NOT!"

"SHE LIKES HIM! HE LIKES HER! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Sirius chirped, taking advantage of his temporary feminine appearance.

"THEY'LL FINALLY BE HAPPEEEEEEEEEE!" Remus sang, deciding to stop resisting the urge to hop around in glee.

Lily glared at Sirius and Remus. "I DON'T LIKE HIM, OK? JUST BECAUSE HE'S HOT AND NICE DOESN'T MEAN I LIKE HIM!" she huffed, turning on her heel and walking away from Sirius and Remus angrily.

James quickly pulled off his invisibility cloak, and was immediately grabbed by the arms and spun around the corridor, bouncing up and down. James grinned, his glasses askew. Maybe he finally had a chance with Lily Evans.

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Dear Journal,

Sorry I haven't written in a while. Things have been…weird, lately. Paige and Whitney just confronted me about liking JAMES. Can you believe that? They have gone absolutely insane. They're convinced that I like him. I don't even know how I feel about him, so how can they? It has all happened so quickly – one minute we're enemies, the next, we're the best of friends, maybe more? Impossible. Maybe I'm just coming down with something. That must be it. I am NOT falling for James Potter. That will NEVER happen. I can't believe how quickly this all came about – suddenly, all my feelings for James just…changed. I don't understand it at all. Is someone slipping love potion in my pumpkin juice? I wouldn't put it past Sirius…Oh God. James is coming into the common room. He's pushing back his glasses. He's messing up his hair. He just said hi to me. WHAT SHOULD I SAY? Oh my God! I'm such an idiot! ALL I SAID WAS, "HI"! HI! He's walking away, going into his room – WHY IS HE SMIRKING AT ME LIKE THAT? What the hell is wrong with him? OH MY GOD! WHAT IF HE KNOWS? Well, I'll just have to let him know somehow that I know he knows. But then what if he knows I know he knows already? I'm not even making sense!

AND WHAT, EXACTLY, AM I NERVOUS HE KNOWS ABOUT?

I have nothing to hide. I don't like James. What a stupid idea. I just need some sleep, and a hip flask. You never know nowadays. People could just slip some love potion in your pumpkin juice without you even noticing. That must be it. Love potion. Right. That's all it is.

But wouldn't it wear off after a while?

OH MY GOD! HE JUST CAME BACK!

HE'S SITTING NEXT TO ME!

HE'S TALKING TO ME!

WHY DO I CARE?

James: What the hell are you writing in that thing? You look kind of…frantic.

Me: nothing. Its, erm…homework.

James: Oh really? It looks like a diary to me.

Me: it is not.

James: Is there stuff about me in it?

Me: No.

James: So you admit that it's a diary.

Me: DAMN IT, JAMES!

James: AHA! FIRST NAME USAGE! I believe that breaks our agreement that we would hate each other forever, Lily.

Me: Well, you just called me by my first name, too.

James: Only because you started it. Really, what ARE you writing in that thing of yours? ARE YOU WRITING OUR CONVERSATION DOWN?

Me: maybe. So?

James: It just makes me kind of…nervous. Did you write that down?

Me: maybe. Why do you care?

James: Why are you writing down this particular conversation, anyway?

Me: Because I feel like it.

James: Very convincing, Lils.

Me: Oh my God.

James: What?

Me: Did you just call me LILS

James: NO!

Me: YOU DID, YOU LIAR! I HAVE IT WRITTEN DOWN IN THIS JOURNAL!

James: SO YOU ADMIT IT! It IS a journal, and you ARE writing down this conversation! Perhaps because of your undying love for me…

Me: Shut it.

James: feisty.

Me: that is repulsing.

James: You know, my mum always told me, "Honey, if you want to know if a little girl likes you, all you have to do is notice the way she treats you. If she treats you nicely, you're on friendly terms. If she treats you horribly, she definitely likes you." Well, Lily, I do believe you are in love with me.

Me: Oh my God. This is my worst nightmare.

James: YOU LIKE ME! HA!

Me: Do you realize how childish you sound?

James: You know you love me that way.

Me: Lord.

James: Okay, okay, I'll talk about something other than your pure love for me. Er…you going to the quidditch game tomorrow?

Me: of course.

James: to see me play fabulously, isn't that correct?

Me: JAMES!

James: I have to admit, I do like this First Name Basis thing. GOD, YOU'RE STILL WRITING IN THAT THING?

Me: Does it bother you THAT much?

James: Yes! (flinches awkwardly)

Me: Why?

James: HEY! I DID NOT FLINCH AWKWARDLY!

Me: WHY ARE YOU READING MY JOURNAL!

James: Because it has stuff about ME in there!

Me: That, James, is an invasion of PRIVACY!

James: Here we go.

Me: A VIOLATION OF RESPECT! HAVE YOU NO INTEGRITY? HAVE YOU NO MORALS? IT'S AGAINST THE RULES, JAMES, AGAINST THE DAMN RULES!

James: done now?

Me: not quite. YOU COULD GET IN TROUBLE FOR THAT! DON'T YOU DARE READ MY JOURNAL AGAIN, JAMES!

James: Are you done NOW?

Me: yes.

James: Thank God. That was worse than your prefects speech in the beginning of the year.

Me: Hey, mister, you better be nice or I'll tell my mommy on you.

James: Is this HUMOR coming from Lily Evans?

Me: shut up.

James: Well it's been nice talking to you, Lily, but I've got pranks to pull. And save the speech, once is enough for tonight, thank you. And have fun scribbling away in that journal of yours. And just know – I have my ways into getting hold of that thing.

Me: You wouldn't dare.

James: Ahem. Lets review. That thing holds your darkest secrets. I want to KNOW your darkest secrets. So me plus journal equals happiness.

Me: Don't touch my journal, James. If you do, its back to being called Potter for you!

James: What if you never NOTICE I read it? Then it's a win/win situation!

Me: NO IT ISN'T!

James: Ooooh! In fact, what if I've ALREADY read your journal?

Me: YOU HAVEN'T! Have you?

James: Hmm, yeah, not really in the mood for gossip right now, Lils. Maybe later. 'Night!

Me: JAMES! COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!"

(James leaves common room smirking. Stupid smirk.)

I'd better go to bed now. What the HELL IS HAPPENING HERE? I need to get some sleep.

Lily Evans.