(A/n: I have two things to say…Sirius is hott, and I really like reviews! Ok!)

James Potter sighed and lazily tipped his chair back. Behind him, Sirius was doodling in his parchment, a bored expression on his handsome face. Remus sat next to Sirius, watching Professor Harvey with rapt attention. James turned his head slightly, so he could see the side of Lily's face. She already had all of her homework finished, and was now busy writing a note to her friend Elle.

Professor Harvey's pointer landed on James' desk with an audible 'whap'. The tousle-haired sixth year jerked back to a normal sitting position.

"Mr. Potter," The muggle studies professor drawled. "I'm assuming that you can tell me the assignment I just explained?"

James looked around at his neighbors, very aware that he was the center of attention. As usual, he thought. Behind him, Sirius snickered.

"Yes, Sir, I can," James proclaimed. Harvey raised his wispy eyebrows. James stood. "We're all going to go outside and play quidditch--" He started to stride towards the door, but was firmly pulled back by the collar of his robes.

"No, Mr. Potter, I'm afraid we're not doing that," Professor Harvey said in a bemused tone as James' classmates laughed. "We're going to simulate the relationship of a married couple. You and a classmate will take care of a niffler for two weeks, and are not allowed to use magic to help care for it."

Sirius raised his hand. "I'm sorry, Professor, but I'm desperately allergic to nifflers."

James struggled to stifle his snort of laughter. Professor Harvey crossed his arms over his chest. "Well then, Mr. Black, I guess you can write a two-foot essay on the differences between wizards and muggles when is comes to raising children."

Remus raised his hand, politely waiting to be called on. "And we're choosing partners today, Professor?"

The Ravenclaw and Gryffindor students started throwing each other distinct looks, trying to inconspicuously choose partners. Harvey tried to subdue his students, but quickly remembered how antsy they could be.

"Choose your partners," he said in defeat.

Immediately students were jumping out of their seats and grabbing partners. Remus was chosen by Elle, while James walked casually towards Lily. Sirius remained, smirking, in his seat.

Lily didn't even turn around as James approached her.

"Go away, Potter," she said in exasperation. James leaned on her desk.

"Sorry, Evans," he replied, smiling disarmingly. "But it looks like everyone else is taken…"

Lily looked around desperately, and saw that James spoke the truth. She glowered at him.

"Fine," she said loftily. "But you better not mess up this project."

James shrugged. Everyone knew that he and Sirius were the smartest boys in school, so he knew she was just trying to get one up on him. Professor Harvey was already busily handing out nifflers. He placed the last one on Lily's desk as the bell that signaled the end of the day's classes tolled.

After collecting his things, James quickly caught up to Lily in the hall. She gave him a haughty look at continued walking with Elle. James ruffled back his black hair and tapped her shoulder.

"Look, Lily," he said when she faced him. "I'm doing what I can to be a good partner, but if you keep acting like this--like you hate me just for the sake of hating me--We're not going to get anything done on this project. So…Truce?" He held out his hand. After a moments hesitation, she shook it.

"Sorry," she said, brushing claret hair out of her emerald eyes. "But you know…I'm so used to you acting like…You." James was trying to think of a reply to this when Sirius and Remus came up on either side of him.

"How are you newlyweds?" Sirius joked, pushing Lily and James closer together. Remus laughed and went over to Elle, who was holding their niffler. Lily rolled her eyes.

"Come on, Sirius. This is just a stupid project," she told Sirius firmly. He tossed back the black locks that always settled with a casual elegance around his eyes.

"Whatever you say," Sirius laughed, and dashed away, making kissing noises over his back. James raised his wand,

"I can still get him from here," he murmured, aiming at Sirius's back. Lily made a noise of annoyance.

"That is so typical," she muttered, turning to walk away. James stopped her.

"Lily, wait!" He protested, catching her. "We haven't even named our son!" He indicated the niffler that she carried.

"You want to name it?" She repeated in disbelief.

"Yes," James said stoutly. "Yes I do. He's kind of…Hairy. We can name him Hairy."

She rolled her eyes. "Hairy? Our son is named Harry?"

James nodded, a sly smile playing across his face. "Or Harry, if you want."

Lily eyed him warily. "What's the difference?"

Her 'husband' cautiously rested his arm on her shoulder. "One is spelled h-a-i-r-y, and one is spelled h-a-r-r-y."

She snorted. "Well, I guess we have a son named Harry!"

(A/n: K that was kind of a double-entendre. I hope you liked! Now…PLEASE review!)