A/N: This is my first attempt at a Harry Potter fic - which reminds me, I am not JKR, so I don't own any of these characters, despite my wishes - so if you would be so kind, review and let me know if it sucks or what. Thanks.
Takes place in Marauders' times, sixth or seventh year.
Lily Evans turned, expecting to see James Potter, perhaps waving his arms or calling out another date proposal. But then again, he hasn't asked me out in a while… she thought, almost a little regretfully. If nothing else, it was somewhat fun yelling at him. But that wasn't the real reason she was a little disappointed that he hadn't been pursuing her, she knew that. She just wouldn't admit it unless under threat of death. Even then, it would be a tough decision.
It wasn't Potter, however, who had called her name. It was Sirius Black, Potter's best mate, not quite in the same league of stupid, but definitely not far behind.
Groaning and considering telling him which dark crevice of his body he should pull his brain from, Lily said, "What is it, Black? Hasn't Potter annoyed me enough lately?"
Sirius grinned a little and said, "Don't you think he's rather charming? Come on now, Lily, you know you secretly love it."
Lily said, "That is the farthest thing from the truth!" when both she and Sirius knew it wasn't.
"Whatever," said Sirius hurriedly. "Listen, the reason I wanted to talk to you is because of James."
Lily groaned. "Please, Sirius. Honestly, why can't he get it through his thick skull that I don't–"
Sirius interrupted her. "Honestly, Evans? I don't care. I'm just here to ask you to please, please accept James one of these days, why don't you? You turning him down has made him all dejected and it's just… more than a bit depressing. He's daft about you, Evans, God knows why."
Lily narrowed her eyes. "You want me to go out with your friend, after you just insulted me, practically? Really, Sirius, I thought you were slightly smarter than that."
Sirius hurriedly backtracked, "Er, all I mean, Evans, is that you're not really my type."
Lily still scowled. "Hurry this along, Black, or I'm going to be late for class."
"Look, I know he's a git sometimes–" Sirius started, when Lily interrupted him.
"That's the smartest thing you've said all day, I'm sure, Black."
This time Sirius scowled. "But he's deflated his head a bit since you last shouted at him, you know? And he's daft about you. It'd be a bit cute, if it weren't so damned pathetic. And it is rather sad, really, to see him moping about after you shouted at him the last time. I mean, really pathetic. You're smashing his hopes and dreams."
Lily pursed her lips. "Really, Sirius. Smashing his hopes and dreams?"
Sirius nodded solemnly. "Yep, Evans. Smashing all of his hopes and dreams. Do you really want to be responsible for that? Even for James?" Seeing Lily's pensive look, he added, "C'mon, you don't… Just go out with him once. If you go out with him once, and you don't like him after that, you can never speak to any of us again," he gambled.
"Fine," snapped Lily, desperate to get Sirius to shut up so she wouldn't be late for Transfiguration class. "One time. No more."
Sirius grinned, "If you don't like him."
Sirius's grinned remained, annoyingly. "We'll see about that."