1975 – Fourth Year

The date was March 27th, 1975. James Potter's birthday. The whole castle knew that it was James' birthday, but no one knew it better than Lily Evans.

It was on March 27th when Lily was forced to be nice to Mr Potter. It was their unwritten agreement that they would be nice when it was the other person's birthday, which meant absolutely no fighting. However, this did not all go according to plan.

"Why do you have to be such an arrogant toerag? I know it's your birthday, but I honestly do not care!" yelled Lily for what felt like the 487th time.

"And isn't it the rule to be nice to someone on their birthday?" asked James, giving her a subtle yet noticeable wink.

"Not when that someone is you, James Potter," growled Lily. She had had enough of his foolishness and decided to put a stop to his pranking ways. This, of course, lead to fight, breaking her precious rules.

"Come on, Evans. Just one kiss. What have you got to lose?"

If Lily was going to be honest, she thought about actually kissing him. It would get him off her back for the time being, and would it be so bad to kiss him? Yes, it would be awful to kiss James Potter. What was she even thinking?

"I'd rather kiss Sirius, and that's saying something," said Lily. Sirius' head shot up from where he was sitting talking to Peter.

"Really?" he asked her.

"NO!" she shouted. At the same time James said, "Fuck off, Padfoot."

"Look, I don't know what game you're playing, but I'm sick of it. I didn't like you yesterday, I don't like you today, and I certainly won't like you tomorrow. So, just run along and play with one of your blonde bimbo's. We're done her," said Lily, and she walked away.

"Blonde bimbos? What is she talking about?" James asked Sirius.

Sirius shrugged and said, "Maybe someone was talking about you." But what he didn't tell James was that he lied to Lily when she caught him sneaking out with Janet, a Third Year Ravenclaw, last night.

"This is James' girl. I'm just escorting her back to Ravenclaw Tower," he had said.

"James can do whatever he wants with whomever he wants. Why should I care?" snapped Lily. Sirius was completely shocked by her anger.

"First of all, why so snappy? Second, you called him James. Why?" he asked. Lily simply sighed.

"I can call him whatever I want," she argued, then walked up to the girls' dormitories.

Out of his thoughts, Sirius turned to James. "I think it's time you forgot about her anyway. Stop asking her out, be nice. Let her come to you."