A/N: So this chapter is a little longer than the last. Nothing much to say, really, except for the fact that I am completely in awe of my readers and especially reviewers. You guys are the best, and I would totally appreciate your comments/criticism! Anyways, enjoy!

James' Point of View

"Not at all, Potter. I'm just afraid for you."

Merlin. It was definitely her sparky attitude that got to me. The way her eyes flickered with defiance. The way she was just so…Lily. It made sense considering she was Lily, but it impressed the hell out of me anyway.

As I lounged in my four-poster, curtains pulled shut, a small grin lit my face. Everything had gone as planned. I now had a reason to act mushy around Lily, without her becoming suspicious. I could freely compliment her, stare at her, anything I pleased and she would associate it with the bet. I was also ecstatic about the fact that she would be doing the same. Though I'd probably lose our bet (I was already in love with her, for Merlin's sake!), I could only hope that through this, she would finally see that we were meant to be together. Or at least that I was hopelessly in love with her. Leaning back in my pillows, I folded my arms underneath my head, basking in the warmth that was my genius. Of course, I knew that I would have to play it cool. I figured the only way to get Lily to really notice me would be to ignore her, or at least seem uninterested, but only for a while. Bloody hell, it would be hard not to notice her. Who knows what my feisty flower has up her sleeve.

Shit. Bloody fucking hell. I needed a distraction. Er, Hagrid! Hagrid's pink, baggy underpants. Nope, not working. Not when she looks like that. Merlin, it is not normal for one to be so affected in that way at bloody breakfast. I glared down at my plate, refusing to look up for risk of eye contact with her. Her. The cause of the pain that is longing desire. Bloody fucking hell. But I had to look. My eyes were literally burning for a peek. So I slowly tore my gaze from my now soggy French toast. Luckily, she was chatting animatedly with a friend, taking no notice of me. This allowed me to rake my eyes over her at least twice. Merlin, her skirt was not normally that short. And her shirt? Since when did it hug her luscious curves like that? And the shoes. The slight heel gave her only a bit of a lift, but they made her legs look a kilometer long. Glancing at her face, I noted that she was wearing makeup. There was a shimmer of some sort around her eyes that made the emerald beneath seem even brighter. Her lips…I didn't even want to think about it. Scratch that, I did want to think about it – alone, in my room, with a Silencio charm cast just in case. Or better yet, not alone, but with her. She swept her gaze across the Great Hall, eyes stopping on me for a split second. I casually removed her from my eyesight, choosing to talk to Sirius instead. At least, I tried, before he shot me a suspicious stare.

"What's going on with you an Evans?"

"Don't know what you're talking about, mate."

"Shut up, Prongs. You know something's up.'

"Well…it happened last night."

"Bloody hell! You finally shagged her? It's about time…"

"No, Pads, honestly. We…well we made a bet."

"Oh…a bit less exciting then a shag, eh?"

"Shut it, Pads."

"Sorry, mate. What kind of bet?"

By this time Moony and Wormtail were tuned in as well.

"I kind of…bet her I could make her fall in love with me."

Murmurs of discouragement floated between the other three, much to my resentment.

"Guys, relax. It's not too bad. Besides, the bet includes her trying to enamor me as well."

There was a slight pause before Moony spoke, "But Prongs…you're already in love with her."

I breathed in through my nose in an attempt to calm my nerves. The sudden air of uncertainty that now surrounded the Marauders was definitely not healthy this early in the morning.

"Really, mates. Don't worry. I've got this completely covered. It's all a part of my, let's call it a scheme, to win Lily."

This earned a sigh from Moony, a snort from Padfoot, and a burp from Wormtail.

Moony spoke again, "Prongs, are you sure this is a good idea? Won't this mess with your mind? I mean, Lily's attempt to 'enamor' you, as you so kindly put it, is going to be fake. Once the bet's over…how do you know she'll have fallen for you?"

"Funny, you sound just like Lily."

"Prongs…" Moony said in a warning tone.

"Alright, alright. But seriously, there is a reason you are 'the sensitive one'"

Moony rolled his eyes. He really was almost like the male version of Lily. Except I definitely did not want to shag him.

"Moony, I swear, if this doesn't work out…I'll try something else. I'll just keep trying until she finally sees…I dunno, the light, I guess."

Padfoot snorted again. I kicked him in the shin.

"Don't you have a before-class broom closet session to attend to, Pads?" I asked teasingly, in an effort to change the subject.

"As a matter of fact, I do. Thank you, kind sir, for reminding me." With a wink and a grin, he was off.

I hastily turned to Wormtail, ignoring the concerned look Moony was giving me, and offered to give him the rest of my breakfast. He agreed with a keen nod of his head. I will never know why Wormtail is always so eager to eat the Marauders' food…maybe it has something to do with our charm rubbing off on him. Once we finished, the three of us marched off to find Sirius before heading to class.

Lily's Point of View (Breakfast through her eyes)

I cursed inwardly as I glanced at my reflection. I looked like a slut! Well, a classy slut, I guess. Alright, not a slut, but I was definitely showing more skin than usual. I had convinced my best friend Hestia Jones to charm my skirt tad shorter, but she'd taken her liberties with it and made it into some sort of a miniskirt. It now rested a touch above my mid-thigh. I had also asked her to charm my shirt a little snugger, and she'd taken it upon herself to basically make it stick to me like a second skin. Then, she let out a little squeal and hurried over to my trunk to search for shoes. She found a pair that I actually quite liked, if it weren't for the heel. Since I was "becoming more like her" she insisted I wear makeup. Although I usually refrain from doing so, the way she'd applied it wasn't too bad. The creamy shadow around my eyes made them stand out, and the dab of lip gloss made my lips look "extra kissable", as she put it. Hes gave me a final onceover before nodding in approval and wrapping me in an excited hug. Merlin, the energy that girl had. I couldn't help but smile when I saw the delighted look on her face. When I'd told her about the bet I'd made with Potter the night before, she had simply grinned and went on with her business. I, of course, was surprised beyond belief – this was Hestia Jones! The girl that had a squeal or scream of some sort for every occasion! But she just acted like she knew something that I didn't. Then again, she probably did. Hestia was huge on gossip.

I could have sworn the clicks my shoes made on the stone floor of Hogwarts were signs from my conscience, warning me not to go through with breakfast looking the way I did. I knew it was playing dirty, showing off my body like that, but I also wanted to win this bet. Potter's chores would be done by him and him alone. As I approached the door to the Great Hall, I felt my heart bursting with anticipation. Hes was already at breakfast – I had told her to go without me. My hands, slick with a light sheen of nervous sweat, slipped on the door handle before I firmed my grip and, with a deep breath, wrenched it open. The expected shocked silence and covered whispers never came, to my great relief. I gave the room a cursory glance, glad not to be in the spotlight. That is, until a couple of Ravenclaw fourth years' eyes landed on me. Oh, Merlin. The last thing I wanted was a couple of hormonal boys ogling at me, with Potter as an exception. Besides, it's not like I am that attractive. I had just developed a bit more over the summer. Ignoring the slowly accumulating pairs of male eyes I felt landing on me, I smoothed my skirt beneath my fingers and hurried over to Hes and the other sixth year Gryffindor girls. Catching my eye, she grinned slyly before tilting her head in Potter's direction. Hoping to appear nonchalant, I ran my eyes across the room again, before stopping on Potter. He, to my great disappointment, was simply carrying on a conversation with Black. I turned back to Hes, a quizzical look on my face, but she merely smiled a serene smile, helping herself to more scrambled eggs.

I poured myself a glass of pumpkin juice before sneaking another dejected look at Potter. He was still chatting with the Marauders, oblivious as ever, and I couldn't help but feel more than a little crestfallen. I had actually thought he might surrender when he saw me dressed so provocatively. Taking a bite out of my toast, I pondered what antics to play next, knowing that I would definitely have to step up my game.

A/N: And so the games begin! Haha, I know, kinda tame, but it'll get...juicier (for lack of a better word). On another note, I would truly love to know what you guys think! So please R&R! Thank you :)