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Shit.

Guess I'm gonna have to wait for his signal. I sighed and turned my attention back to Potter.

Okay, I can ask him, we're on a date after all. It won't sound too fan-girly or something. At least I hope not. I mean, I'm just curious.

'So', I asked casually,'I've been dying to know how you 'Marauders' managed to pull off that prank last winter.'

'We pulled off loads of pranks last winter', he smirked,' You're kinda gonna have to specify.'

I rolled my eyes. Again, typical Potter. 'The one in which you Transfigured a statue to look like Dumbledore and made it tap dance.', I tried to look disapproving but I couldn't help but smile, it had been rather funny.

'Oh, that', Potter grinned, 'I transfigured the statue into good old Dumbly and charmed him-er- it to tap dance. Transfiguring it actually took a couple of hours. The Charm was- Statuadumble Ballat! It was a little complicated to do but I managed.'

'You mean Remus managed.' I smiled, Remus is obviously the only one clever enough to do such complicated spell-work.

'Actually when Sirius and I told him about the prank he didn't talk to us for a month. And Sirius, of course, didn't know how to do anything so I was stuck doing pretty much everything', he chuckled softly. I had to admit I was impressed, this big-headed git was actually really smart. I don't think I'd ever be able to Transfigure a statue of a gargoyle into a spider. Tranfiguring it into the headmaster of Hogwarts was like, impossible.

'I didn't know you were so good at Charms.', I blurted out. Great, just give this guy one more reason to gloat.

'Actually I'm not. I just practiced this charm on Peter's teddy bear for a couple of days.'

'Peter has a teddy bear?' I tried not to laugh, I really did but I couldn't manage.

'HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA! Ohmigosh, does the bear have a name?', I finally asked.

'Yeah', said James, amused, 'Mr Trottlybear.'

'Mr T-trottly bear?', I said between laughter. I could almost imagine that watery-eyed little midget carrying an oversized pink teddy bear.

I finally calmed down. After that it was well, awkward. I suppose awkward silence would be the perfect way to describe the next five minutes. Black gave me a threatening look, I guess that means I was supposed to start a conversation.

'So, how's uh- Quidditch?', I asked and immediately cringed, as if he needed another excuse to show off.

His face brightened, 'It's awesome! we've been practicing a lot for the past couple of weeks.'

'So I've heard.', I said, 'I've also heard you're the best Chaser ever and Gryffindor only wins because of your oh-so-fablulous Chaser-skills', my voice dripped with sarcasm.

'I don't know why people keep saying that. I mean, I know I'm awesome and everything but Quidditch is about being a team, you know.', He shrugged.

Okay, I might have fainted there and then, I didn't, though. I was too shocked to even react.

James Potter- not a conceited pig.

How? What? When?

I finally calmed down and said, 'WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO JAMES?', he chuckled, 'Deja vou, much?'

I couldn't help it, I laughed. I was just gonna ask him something else when I saw or rather smelt Sirus.

Great, just when I was starting to enjoy myself this idiotic lump of stupidity just had to give me the signal. Incase you're wandering what the signal is, let me tell you, the signal is..wait for it...Sirius scratching his underarms. I mean, I didn't even have to look at him to know he's giving me the signal. Seriously Sirius? (no pun intended) Ever heard of deodorant?

I sighed, now let those drama classes I never had, come into effect. I took a huge swig of my Butterbeer and then when he wasn't looking, I added a lump of sugar into it. This lump of sugar was molded to look like a ring. Yep, you guessed it.

I took another huge swig of my drink, picked up the sugar lump and shrieked, 'HE PROPOSED! HE ACTUALLY PROPOSED! YES YES YES YES! HEY EVERYONE I'M GONNA BE LILY POTTER!', I grabbed an innocent bystander and started jumping up and down with her, 'OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! JAMSIE POO PROPOSED!' I then climbed on top of the table.

'Uh, Lily?', James asked.

'One minute, James. WE'RE ENGAGED, SUCKERS! THE BUTTERBEER IS ON HIM!' I said pointing towards James.

Everyone immediately cheered and came to congratulate us.

Meanwhile, James looked, well, confused? No, scared, maybe? Well, to put it in simple words he looked as if he's wrestling with an octopus. That's when Sirius came up to us and asked,' Do you have some sugar? I need another lump of it in my coffee.' he then saw the 'ring' I was holding.

'Oh, thanks.', he smirked, grabbed the lump and walked back to his table.

Oh, well, I sat down again. 'You're still paying for the Butterbeers, James.' Now it was my turn to smirk.

...

The date was over, finally.

The rest of the date lasted like, ten minutes where none of us said anything- James bluntly asked if I needed a therapist. I think Black is the one who need therapy. James and I then went back to the common room. As soon as we entered, I saw Sirius standing over there talking to some Third Year. How the hell did he manage to get here so fast, anyway? He then came to me and whispered-

'Kiss him.'

EW! Gross! But then I remembered.

My diary. The prat still has my diary, I think I'll steal it from him tomorrow, but I'm not sure I'll be able to.

Anyway, I was just a about a centimeter away from him; our lips were almost touching when-

'LILY AND PRONGSIE SITTING IN A TREE K-I-S-S-I-N-G'

Geez, thanks Sirius.

I wasn't sure whether I should be grateful or angry. I settled for grateful.

Because I didn't want to kiss James Potter. Right?

They almost had their first kiss. :/

Sorry, I couldn't update earlier, there was some problem with Fanfiction. Oh and I once again wanted to thank everyone who reviewed this story- Your reviews made my day!

I hope you liked this chapter-It's my longest one yet! Though it was a bit difficult writing this one. I just can't get James's character right. :L

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