CCM: Oy! Readers! I think this chapter is a little longer. Not sure by how much….but it is.- And, this time I got to do all four perspectives for the Marauders! Yay! I really like Padfoot and Moony, so I was happy to do their POV's. I didn't mind Wormtail's either since I don't read many fics where the reader follows him. (True my section on him is short. But it's still different, eh?) Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I am a poor fanfiction authoress with nothing to her name…especially Harry Potter…:tears:

Prongs

"It's been one whole week Padfoot! One solid, lengthy week!" James Potter moaned as his head dangled off the edge of his bed. "Doesn't Evans realize that timing is crucial? I mean…I could have died some time within three days of that note and never have gotten an answer! Is that courteous at all!"

Sirius Black, who had been preoccupied with bewitching the rug in their room to curl up slightly whenever someone entered, therefore tripping them, gave a soft chuckle. "Prongs, if she hasn't answered by now then it's probably a no like all your other attempts." He looked up and grinned at his pathetically hooked friend, "Either that or she's teasing ya, mate."

"If that's the case, she's really good at it." James groaned sitting up. After a few more mutters, Sirius joined him, satisfied with his work.

"You know, you could always just confront her." Black said raising his eyebrow challengingly. But before James could respond, Remus Lupin entered the room, falling flat on his face and sending books flying everywhere.

"Hey Moony, thanks for testing." Sirius said brightly as Remus looked up from his face-fallen position. Lupin cocked his head and smirked.

"Masterful." He laughed as he flicked his wand at the array of papers and books that now covered the dorm floor and bellowed, "Scourgify! "

"So what mischief are you fellows up to?" Remus challenged in almost an eager tone. But all he got was a rough sigh from Sirius and a moan from James.

"Unfortunately, none mate. Prongs is too busy pining to be his dastardly self." Sirius gave his friend a quick glance. "And yourself?"

"None yet unfortunately. Although there are a few first years and sixth year girls in the common room that we could stir up." He responded, his eyes gleaming sinisterly. But if planning continued after such an introduction, James would never know since he was already out the door and heading for the common room. And to James's delight, there she was sitting with the rest of the sixth year girls. The girl who had him constantly on pins and needles. The one who had never really given him a straight enough answer. (To his liking anyway.) Lily Evans. His hand rose to his hair and he messed it up a bit, this being almost habit now. After a breath, James moved forward, landing himself right behind Evans's chair.

"Oy! Evans!" He said warmly as he approached her from her left side and leaned on the back of her chair with ease. "Talking about me, are you?" He flashed her a wide grin and a few of the girls around her giggled.

"Only in your dreams Potter." Evans retorted rather dryly. "Can we help you or are you just here to do your regular annoying routine?" She paused and looked around before adding, "Without your band of monkeys this time, eh? Impressive."

"Sorry to disappoint." He said with a shrug and then continued—he could feel his palms beginning to sweat slightly. "Actually I came down to ask you something Evans. Mind if we chat?" The last comment seemed to take Lily slightly aback. She glanced around at her friends as they looked on in curiosity. In defeat, or in a matter of getting rid of Potter, Evans agreed to a talk.

"If we must." Lily sighed as she rose to her feet and followed him to a somewhat secluded corner of the common room. (Though not quite as secluded as James would have hoped, seeing as they both seemed to have grabbed everyone's attention. Including Padfoot's, Moody's, and Wormtail's who had just made it down stairs.) "What is it Potter? I have a paper for potions that I really need to get done."

"Well…" James said slowly, receiving encouraging looks from his friends across the room. "I was wondering if you had thought about that note I gave you at all. I mean I—" But James was cut short by a very abrupt and solid "No." Provided of course, by Lily.

She moved to turn, but James's quick Quidditch enhanced reflexes caught her in the act. "No?" James asked in a confused tone. "No you haven't thought about it or no…" Evans frowned and brushed James's hand from her arm.

"No as in NO." She said defiantly. James couldn't help but feel frustrated at her blunt answer. Words were rising in his throat.

"Well, why no?! WHY NOT!" He yelled impatiently. Loads of questions were piling up in his head—the same questions that were taunting him the entire week he had spent without a response. "Why?! WHY IS IT ALWAYS NO!" James let out a heated gust through his nostrils. His face was warm and flushed, but he didn't care. All that mattered was getting some answers.

"BECAUSE!" Evans shot back, the two rallying as if they were in some sort of heated duel (in which case they somewhat were). "Because--! You--! You infuriate me Potter! Not to mention that you're just the worst! Causing trouble, casting hexes, and acting top notch all the time—Like I could ever think about being with—with such a prat!"

And, as if Evans always had to get the last word, she stormed off towards the stairs—stopping at the bottom to turn and shout one last deathly remark. "LEAVE ME BE JAMES POTTER!" With that, she disappeared from the common room.

"Oy! Prongs!" Sirius said as the gang strode over to its cooling companion. "I think she likes ya, mate."

Without a response, James climbed the stairs as well.

Padfoot

It had been a quiet morning for the Marauders that next day. James was no where to be see around Gryffindor tower, the grand hall, or any of his usually haunts in Hogwarts. But it didn't take long for Sirius to realize that his friend had taken to the pitch. After all, it was James's usual hideout when problems came his way. Not feeling like mentioning this bit of information to either Moony or Wormtail, Sirius snatched up his own broom and took off. Sure enough, there was James. Hovering not two feet away from the east goal rings.

"Hiding out, James?" Sirius spoke quietly as he rose, catching his distracted friend by surprise. James made a half laugh-half expelling breath sound and shook his head slowly.

"Like a criminal, Sirius." James said softly as he tossed a quaffle up and down. "Like a criminal…" They both remained in silence for a moment before Sirius decided to shake the mood.

"So what's the deal with you and Evans?" Sirius said matter-of-factly, not hesitating to get to the point. James grimaced and furrowed his brow as he stilled the quaffle under the crook of his arm.

"That girl drives me crazy." James stated, no additions following the remark. Sirius thought a moment at what this meant and then continued the conversation.

"So…what? You're finally giving up on her, then?" Sirius asked, carefully eyeing his friend. For a moment James seemed to think through this question seriously, as if it was his answer and he was re-evaluating it. But the seriousness was broken with a wicked smile.

"Of course not." James said triumphantly as he started to toss the quaffle once more.

"Oh?" Sirius said somewhat, and yet not totally, surprised. "Even though she told you off like she did last night?" James's expression became nearly unreadable at the last part. Sirius watched him once more as the ball was tossed up and down a few more times.

"She wants me. She just doesn't want to admit it." He said with a smile. "You see, me and her are a lot alike. We both hate defeat, but we love the game. That's why she continues running and I continue to chase her." Sirius grinned at the sly friend he had known for the better part of his life.

"And maybe if I get lucky, one day she will fall for me. And I'll catch her." James said softly before he threw Sirius the ball and sped towards the west goal rings, stirring up a game and leaving the conversation to die.

Moony

Sunday afternoons had always seemed to be uneventful at Hogwarts. Well, at least this one seemed to be. Remus sighed. Whenever life seemed to get too quiet or boring around here, the Marauders always seemed to band together and stir up some interest. But not this very Sunday. It was damp and mostly dead and most of the Marauders weren't to be seen. And Remus had plotted himself in the Library.

"What'sthe matter, Lupin?" Hissed a rather familiar, yet annoying voice. "You're no good cronies abandon you today?" Remus looked up from his book Magical Creatures of the Middle East and shot a glare at the approaching Severus Snape.

"Snivellus." Remus greeted, a smug grin pouring across his face. "Avoiding another bath I see. And to talk to me, I'm honored." Snape's very large nostrils flared and Remus couldn't help but wonder if he could fit a whole dungbomb in each one.

"You should be." Snape spat angrily over his mountain of books. "Considering the scum you hang out with and the classless wizard you are." Remus's eyes narrowed. He would not stand for such an insult, especially from sniveling Snape. A number of hexes crossed his mind as he reached for his wand, but unfortunately none would be preformed as McGonagall, Evans, and a few other girls rounded the corner.

"Ten points from Slytherine!" McGonagall chimed in, surprising both boys with the fact that she had heard a part of their conversation. "Severus! I'd like a word with you. Follow me." With a parting glare, Snape followed McGonagall to her office, his arms stuffed with books. Remus let out a deep sigh, almost sorry that their feud had ended the way it had. Slouching back into his chair, he picked up his book and stared at it in a very bored sense.

And it was to his surprise when he found Evans at his table a moment later. "Hey." She said softly as she stood nearly 3 feet from him. He looked up and gave her a nod.

"Morning Evans." He said, waiting to see what exactly she was here for.

"That was very respectable. I mean the way you handled Severus that is." She seemed to blurt out in jumbled sentences. "I mean, you know. How you didn't just hex him on eyesight or approach or anything…like Potter would have done." Remus couldn't help but grin. Little did Evans know, he had been ready to bring out his wand and hex Snape as many times as he could before being caught.

"Potter knows what some people deserve." Remus said amusedly as he thought about what his very close friend might have done in his case. "You know, he's not a terrible guy. In fact, he's pretty outstanding Evans." Remus said hoping to help Prongs out in his long desired love department. But all he got was a snort from Evans.

"Yeah, sure. Outstandingly big-headed and cruel." She responded flatly. "He would never be so courteous as to just talk it out and take it like a man. No, he has to be barbaric about it and fling out his wand every chance he gets." Lily crossed her arms and frowned. Remus shook his head, knowing that she really had no idea how good James was as a person.

"That's, not entirely true." Remus said somewhat exasperatedly. "James would never just hex someone for no reason. He has morals. You just need to give him a chance." Evans seemed to maul it over for a second before she gave him a shrug.

"It's nice that you stick up for your friends, Remus." Lily said as she turned and walked to her own.

"Oy! Evans!" Remus called, "Just think it over, ok?" Remus watched as she turned her head, smiled, and took off down the corridors.

Wormtail

Peter Pettigrew was not much of a front man. When it came to separate missions for mischievous excursions, he would never volunteer. He was, after all, more of a back up man…or maybe more like a man in back…either way, he was always behind his friends. So when Sirius suggested that he go on a mission alone, it was obvious that Peter would be skeptical.

Although, to his luck, the mission would be performed in his animagi form. Relieved, yet still a bit nervous, Peter agreed. Unfortunately it was about halfway down his first flight of stairs that Peter remembered about Mrs. Norris. Mr. Filch's very nasty cat. So it seemed like a very long death defying 10 minutes before he made his way onto Hogwarts lawn where Evans and her group of sixth year friends huddled by a tree near the lake. He scuttled closer and climbed his way up the tree, planting himself on a thick overhanging branch from which he could hear everything that they were discussing.

"So, what did Remus want you to think over?" One girl asked Evans in a rather high pitched tone. "Does he like you too?"

"He's just as gorgeous as James!" Another squealed.

"No, he did not confess his feelings for me." Lily said flatly. "He just stuck up for Potter and tried to convince me into giving hima chance."

"Such loyalty!" Another cried, "And did you see the way he stood there facing Snape? Much more mature than James's usual ways."

"Remus really is a catch." Another said softly and then looked at Lily. "So, Lily. Has your interest changed? No longer James in view, but Remus?"

"Hey! I never had Potter in view! You're nutters if you thought that!" Lily spat angrily at her friend.

"Sor-ry." The blond responded, holding up her hands in surrender. "But that didn't quite answer my question. Do you like Remus?"

Lily blushed as she sat there, seeming to think it over for a moment. Peter leaned in closer, eager to hear her answer as well. But to his bad luck, he lost his footing. Falling, rather painfully, off the branch and into the group of girls. Who proceeded to squeal and run in fear.

Peter's stomach lurched as he scurried back to the castle. He had fudged up his mission. And he had bad news. He wasn't sure what was worse.

:A/N: Well, there you have it! I've always wondered what it would be like if Lily ever became interested in another Marauder before her and James ever got together. And Wuh-lah! Here we go! Let's see how this goes, shall we? 'Till next time!

Ciao!