AN: Nope, you're not dreaming. I am actually updating...again! Yes well after all of my lovely reviews begging for an update i thought to myself, i thought, heck why not. So here we are. This chap is funny-ish. Well, i attempted funny and this is the outcome. Hope you enjoy:

Lily gazed sulkily into her mug of strong black coffee, subconsciously grinding her teeth together. She was so preoccupied she'd accidentally sprinkled sugar all over her toast and dropped a lump of butter into her coffee, and spent the last minute attempting to fish it all out, with very little success.

"Want some jam to go with your coffee?"

Lily rolled her eyes, silently wishing that James would spontaneously combust. Then she decided that actually, she'd rather he didn't spontaneously combust, because then she'd have butter and bits of James in her coffee and that would just be disgusting.

"Oh, don't be angry with me Lily-flower," James sighed, plonking down next to her and grinning at the side of her face. "It was just a simple misunderstanding. And besides, she wasn't nearly as pretty as you."

"Go away, James."

"You're angry with me."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not!"

"You are!"

Lily spun round to face him. "James! I'm not doing this!"

"Look, you have a massive crease between your eyebrows. That means you're angry."

"Not everything is about you, Potter," Lily said turning back to her mug and frowning harder. "For your information, I'm angry because I've already had half the student population come up to me this morning asking about my baby and if it was really yours, and I dropped butter in my coffee and, it...won't...come...out!" She chased the lump of quickly melting butter around the cup with her spoon then gave up with a sigh of frustration.

"Umm, well you could get some more coffee," James said helpfully, offering her the jug.

Lily burst into tears. "No," she sobbed. "I already poured th – this one, and I've got sugar all over my toast and – and I'm hungry and I can't – I don't want to – it's just…" she was now sobbing so hard the rest of her words became incoherent. James scratched his head and patted her back awkwardly.

"This is about the butter, is it?"

Lily shook her head and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "I don't really want you to spontaneously combust," she said tearfully.

"Thank you," James said gravely, nodding his head. He then brightened and whipped a piece of parchment out of his pocket. "I wrote you a poem last night. Do you want to hear it?"

Lily shrugged tearfully and James leapt to his feet, clearing his throat loudly so many students looked up from their breakfasts. "This is a poem dedicated to my one true love," he cleared his throat again, then began,

"I once knew this girl named Lily,

she thought I was rather silly,

I asked her out

Without a doubt

That soon she would see my willy!"

"James!" Lily cried in mortification, her face flushing in embarrassment as the entire Great Hall roared with laughter.

"Very romantic," said Remus, who had just sauntered over, looking sleepy and dishevelled. "Took him at least two hours to write that last night. I was ready to kill him. Especially as he kept asking me for a good word to describe you that rhymed with leather sex swing."

Lily opened her mouth to protest in outrage but Remus just raised his hands in front of him.

"No, I don't even want to know."

"Want some coffee?" James offered, passing Remus Lily's mug. With a thanks, he took a sip and immediately gagged.

James grinned in a self-satisfied manner at Lily. She was reminded of a small child who was rather proud of himself. "I added marmite!" he said excitedly with a grin. Lily attempted to ignore his dimple but she couldn't. It was as if it was glowing or something. She actually couldn't see anything else but his stupid dimple. That was until Remus wiped his tongue clean on James' robes and his dimple disappeared as quickly as his smug smile.

"You just licked me!" James cried in disgust. "Yuck!"

"Lucky, he never licks me," Sirius drawled, sitting down across from Lily and wiping his sleepy eyes.

"Ugh, I'm going to catch lycanthropy," James moaned, attempting to wipe the saliva from his new school robes with a piece of dry toast.

"You can't 'catch lycanthropy' from an un-transformed werewolf licking you," Remus said, although he was rather hard to understand due to the fact that his tongue was still hanging out of his mouth.

Lily rose to her feet and swung her bag over her shoulder. "I'll see you later," she muttered to no one in particular and hurriedly made her way out of the Great Hall.

This was getting completely ridiculous. How did James manage to act like a total prat yet still make her stomach twist in that wierd feeling of longing? She had to sort out her feelings, point form, alphabetical order.

'Reasons not to be with James', she titled the metaphorical list inside her head:

1. He had just proved his tendency to behave like a five year old child.

2. He was determined to embarrass/annoy/tease her at every possible chance he got.

3. He was friends with morons.

4. He was a moron.

5. He'd hooked up with a girl in Sydney and ignored her all summer.

Yes, that was the big problem right there. Of course, Lily wasn't sure what Sirius had meant by "hooked up". Had he kissed her? Slept with her? Loved her? Well, she could always ask him, but that would mean she cared, and he didn't deserve that. And if it had been his end of the deal to leave her alone, why had he stopped now? There were too many questions. A part of her was screaming at Lily to just follow her heart. For once in her life, ignore all those stupid thoughts and doubts rushing around her head and just do what her heart was telling her.

Turning to face the Great Hall, Lily raised her chin and strode back the way she came, ready to ignore her common sense and kiss James so thoroughly he'd have no idea what hit him. That was of course until she saw him too scraping marmite-flavored coffee off of his own tongue. Apparently he'd decided to try her coffee too. Hmm. Maybe she'd better listen to her head a little while longer.

(AN: notes: Marmite - It's a yeast extract. English form of Vegemite. It's a spread for toast and sandwiches and the like. Very salty and definatley an acquired taste. Lycanthropy - In folklore, the magical ability to assume the form and characteristics of a wolf. (definition from dictionay .com ) )

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