A/N: So here's part 2 of the first date! Featuring Flirty!James, Embarassed!Lily and Prankster!Sirius. I hope no-one who knows me too well reads these. A large part of this chapter is based, and in some cases directly quoted from conversations I had with my last girlfriend when we started going out. Anyhoo, I'll just let you read it. More to come, and soon, I have ideas and I need to write them down! :D

We arrived in the hallway of James' house with a small 'pop'. After pausing for a second to recover ourselves, James smiled at me and led me past the stairs on the right to the door at the end of the hall, which led to the kitchen. I watched him as he busied around for a few minutes, fixing lunch, helping here and there. Five minutes later, we carried our plates of pasta through to the living room, where we sat down at the table to eat.

"This is great, James," I said. The pasta was genuinely delicious. "I wouldn't have thought you were the domestic type."

"Thanks," he said, grinning. "Mum made me learn to cook when I was 13. She said she'd refuse to let me become a typical layabout teenager when I'm at home."

I laughed. "So, you just do that at school instead, right?"

He swallowed, and poked his tongue out at me again, causing me to giggle further.

"You're going to have to be all responsible next year, what with being Head Boy and everything," I teased him.

"I can be responsible!" he said, trying to look indignant, but ruining the effect somewhat by grinning. I raised my eyebrows, and he laughed.

"In all seriousness, though," he said, after a few more mouthfuls of pasta, "I will be responsible next year. I guess I'm going to have to be, aren't I?"

I looked up at him. He was looking at me intently. Guessing what he was thinking, I said, "Dumbledore obviously thought you'd be a good Head Boy, and when has he ever been wrong?"

He smiled at me in thanks, but obviously couldn't resist teasing me a little further. "It's not the fact that I'm going to be Head Boy; it's that you're going to be Head Girl! Imagine what you'd do to me if I failed all my NEWTs…"

"Looks like your irresponsible youth is finally over, James," I grinned.

"Tragic," said a voice from the door. Turning around, I saw Sirius standing there, shaking his head solemnly.

"How long have you been there, Padfoot?" asked James wearily.

"Not long enough for you two to have noticed," he said, now grinning at the pair of us. We both eyed him suspiciously.

"What?" he said, grinning. "Don't you trust me?"

"No!" said James and I together.

He pretended to look offended. "Are you implying that I would attempt to sabotage my best friend's first proper date with his lovely new girlfriend?" He tipped me an enormous wink, and I rolled my eyes at the ceiling. "Come on," he said, "would I?"

"Yes!" we said in unison, both laughing.

"I am most hurt, my friends, and shall therefore take my leave," he said, in a mock-dignified voice. To James, he said, in his normal tone, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do, mate!"

"That doesn't rule much out," pointed out James, and Sirius beamed.

"Thank you!" he replied delightedly. "Well, have fun, kiddies." He turned walked out of the room. A few seconds later, we heard the front door open and close.

"I'm worried now," said James, the moment Sirius had left the house. "He's blatantly up to something."

"Oh, come on, I'm sure he wouldn't," I said. James just looked at me pointedly.

"Fair point," I conceded. "What shall we do?"

"Um…" he said, clearly thinking hard. "Problem is, I've no idea what he might have done… Why don't we finish lunch, and then go back to yours? That should keep us safe from whatever he has planned."

"Good idea," I said, returning hurriedly to my pasta.

Five minutes later, after quickly finishing our pasta, we got to our feet and prepared to Disapparate. James walked around the table and clasped my hand again, and we turned on the spot.

BANG!

As we felt for the consuming nothingness that would take us to our destination, a sound like a minor explosion went off, and I gave a small scream, stumbling into James and knocking him over. I fell on top of him, and a second later we were deluged in pink, heart shaped confetti, amid the sound of a chorus of small fireworks going off. After a few, shocked seconds, James and I both began to laugh, and there was a much louder crack as Sirius Apparated back into the room.

"Blimey, Prongs," he said, looking down at us. "I know not doing anything I wouldn't doesn't rule out much, but even I would think twice about that on a first date!" We suddenly realised the somewhat compromising position we had landed in, and both scrambled to our feet, blushing furiously.

"Okay, Padfoot, not bad," said James, but he sounded amused. "You've had your fun now, care to leave us alone?"

"Oh, alright, then," he said, and chuckling, he left.

As the door closed once again, I said to James, "Between him, Alice and Em, do you think we're going to get any privacy over the next year?"

"Oh, I think we could manage some, at least," he said, a twinkle in his eye. "Come here, I've got to show you something!" He reached out his hand, and I took it. He led me upstairs and to the first door on the right, which had a small plaque on the door saying "James' Room". Pushing open the door, he led me inside.

It wasn't a big room, but it was extremely cluttered. A second bed, presumably for Sirius, had been crammed in against the wall on the opposite side of the room from James' bed, and there were two Hogwarts trunks lying open under the window. Piles of books, parchment and newspapers littered the floor, and the single shelf that ran around the entire wall was piled with books, in some places right up to the ceiling.

James crossed over to the opposite wall quickly, expertly stepping between the stacks that stood like small towers across the floor, and began rummaging in his trunk. Placing my feet somewhat more gingerly, I went over to his bed and sat down on it. After a few seconds, James said, "Here we go!"

I looked up, and saw him holding a piece of very strange material. It seemed to flow almost like liquid, and shimmered mystically as he held it.

"Um… what is it?" I asked, puzzled. In response, he swung it over his shoulders, and I screamed.

His head was hanging in mid-air, but the rest of his body had vanished completely. I could see straight through him to the mess of his and Sirius' trunks against the back wall. James grinned, and removed the cloak. His body materialised once again, and he came and sat next to me on his bed.

"Explains a lot, that does," I said, still looking at the cloak.

"Highly useful," he agreed. "The number of times we must have snuck down to the kitchens to steal food under this…" I nodded absently, still staring at the cloak. Something had just struck me. James seemed to have noticed.

"What's up?" he said, hoisting his legs up off the floor to sit cross-legged, facing me on the bed.

"I… I guess I just realised," I said, adopting the same posture, "that there's so much we don't know about each other." I looked up at him, and saw briefly a surprised look on his face. He appeared to consider what I had said for a moment, and then once again took my hand in his.

"Well," he said, "there's a simple solution to that. Ask me something. Anything." I simply looked at him, and he smiled. "Go on," he said, "absolutely anything."

I cast around in my head for something to ask him. "Um… favourite colour?" He raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry!" I said, grinning. "I couldn't think of anything else." He chuckled.

"Red," he said, and he detached his hand from mine and ran it through my hair, smiling at me. I felt my face promptly turn that colour, too.

A/N: Not too sure about ending the chapter here, but otherwise it would be ridiculously long. The date will be finally wrapped up in the next chapter, and then it's Hogwarts time! ^_^

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