When clichés meet reality, chapter 2. This idea came from my (only) review. These are a series of one shots, having nothing to do with the previous chapter. Please give more cliché ideas.

Your smile made my day.

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"Hey, James!" Sirius called across the common room, striding over to me in his trademark amble. I tiredly pushed my hair back from my forehead, only to have it slide through my fingers and back onto my brow. I straightened.

"What?" I snapped, crossing my arms.

"I have a bet for you." He grinned, mimicking me and crossing his arms. I rolled my eyes.

"Sirius, I have a question. Haven't I always won all your bets?" he frowned, and then nodded. "Then why in the world would you want to give me another one, if you just know I will make it happen?" His frown disappeared, and an even brighter grin took its place.

"Because, I've finally found one that you can't do."

"Sure you have." I turned back to my books, trying not to look intrigued. Obviously, it didn't work, because Sirius plopped down on the floor next to me.

"Do you want to hear it?" he asked excitedly.

"Not especially."

"Yes you do."

"No, I do not."

"Yes you do."

I threw down my quill, and turned to him. "Fine. I'll take the bait. What is it?" he shook his head.

"You know the rules, Prongs. We have to agree on terms." He bit his lip in thought. His eyes widened happily, and he said "How about this. If you win the bet, which you won't, I will go one entire day wearing the bright pink robes that Molly has." I laughed, immediately seeing that happening.

"You have to wear the hat that comes with it, too." I said. He rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, that too. And if you lose the bet, which you will, you have to ask Professor McGonagall to the annual Christmas ball." He smirked at me. My eyes narrowed, and I shot out a hand.

"Deal." He shook my hand, looking immensely satisfied with himself. "Okay, so what's the bet?" I asked, leaning backward.

"you have to get Lilly Evans to smile at you. Not sarcastically, not meanly, but a genuine smile." I froze, looking straight at him. He snickered. "I told you."

I jumped up, straightening my shirt. "I will make her smile at me. And then you're going to have to where those ridiculous pink robes!" I strode to the door, Sirius hot on my heels.

"She's in the library." He said gleefully, knowing that I was about to make the biggest fool of myself. Which I was, but I didn't appreciate him making it so obvious.

"Lilly!" I cried upon entering the library. Several heads popped up, but none were the one I was looking for.

"No, you're not Lilly…" I peered through the rows and halls of books, searching for the flame of red hair. Aha!

"Lilly dearest!" I said, pulling out the chair beside her. She looked up at me, then shut her eyes quickly.

"Oh, God. "

Sirius snickered, and I elbowed him in the gut.

"So how's my wonderful Evans?" I asked, throwing my arms wide.

"Well, I was fine until you came." She snapped. Ouch.

"Um…your hair looks especially red today." She looked at me through the corner of her eye, a sarcastic smirk tilting a corner of her lip.

"And you're voice is especially high today." She said back, turning to me and crossing her arms. I cleared my throat, blushing, as Sirius laughed behind me.

"So, what are you reading?" I picked up the book, but her hands flashed out and suddenly, I was no longer holding the book. I blinked.

"Nothing." She turned back to face the book, and a mischievous smile grew on my face.

"Oh, look, Evans, Amos Diggory!" her head whipped around, hands loosening around the book. I grabbed it quickly, shooting out of my seat and into the open spaces the library had to offer.

"Potter, you liar! Hey, my book! Potter!" Lilly flew after me, and Sirius after her. "Give it back!" I held it up, above her reach.

"Oh, what is this?" I said, as Lilly strained and leapt. "How to impress a wizard in 10 days…" I said, then the title of the book hit me. "Wait, what?" Lilly's eyes narrowed, and she stopped jumping, crossing her arms. "Are you trying to impress me?" I grinned cheekily.

"No." her eyes searched around us frantically, looking at anything but me.

"Aww, lil' Lillykins has a crush!" Sirius cooed, shoulders shaking in suppressed laughter.

"Shut up!" we both said at once.

"But it's so adorable!" he reached out and grabbed my cheeks, pinching and pulling like great aunts on Christmas. My hex hit him squarely in the middle of the forehead.

"Ow!" he cried, stunned, stumbling backward. Long, thick platinum blonde hair began to sprout out of his scalp, growing several inches every second. "James! Make it stop!" he said, frantically trying to hide his suddenly no longer manly mane.

"Okay, okay. " I gave in. he grinned at me.

"Oi! Everyone! Look at Sirius!" I cried, cupping my hands around my mouth.

"You arse!" Sirius lunged at me. A giggle stopped us both in our tracks. I turned to trace the giggle. What I saw made my day. Lilly Anne Evans, notorious James Potter hater, was laughing. At me. Well, not at me, at me, but laughing at what I did.

"That was pretty funny, Potter." She giggled, sending a brilliant smile my way. I grinned at her.

"Just wait until tomorrow. It'll be even funnier."

Second one shot. If you are going to add it to a story alert, review also. Please. I need new cliché ideas also. Thank you for reading!

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Destiny