A/N: Heyy, there! I was playing this game-type thing with my sister and decided to write this. It's all dialogue!

J.K. Rowling owns it all!

Enjoy!

"Hey, Lily?"

"What, Potter?"

"Want to play a game?"

"No."

"Aw, come on, Lily! It's really fun. Please!"

"Fine. How do you play."

"Okay, I'm going to say something and you have to say the first thing that that makes you think of, got it?"

"What kind of game is that?"

"Just humor me."

"Fine, go."

"Alright..."

"Okay."

"No, that wasn't my word."

"Then why did you say it?"

"I was trying to think of a word!"

"Well, think faster!"

"Okay, here's me word: Annoying."

"You running your hands through your hair."

"Butterbeer."

"Firewhiskey."

"Lunch."

"Dinner."

"Cute."

"Your smile."

"Wait. . .you think my smiles cute?"

"No, no, that just slipped out."

"Did you hear that, Padfoot? Lily thinks my smiles cute!"

"Woohoo! Way to go, Prongs!"

"And here I was thinking this day would never come!"

"I told you it would, Mate! No girl can resist our charm."

"Our charm? Mate, this was all me!"

"You wish! You would never even be talking to Evans right now if it wasn't for me!"

"How do you figure that?"

"YOU TWO, SHUT UP! You're both being prats."

"Aw, you know you love us, Evans."

"No, Black, I dont. Are we done with this 'game' yet?"

"No. I only have a few more."

"Fine, make this quick."

"Okay: Remus."

"Smart."

"Peter."

"Nervous."

"Sirius."

"Insufferable."

"Me."

"..."

"Well...?"

"..."

"Come on, Lily. Just spit it out."

"..."

"Oi! Evans! We dont have all day here!"

...

"Er. . . Cute smile?"

"Stop, Evans, you're making me blush."

"Shut up, Padfoot, she wasn't talking about you."

"But if she thinks your smile is cute, then she must think mine is adorable."

"Not really."

"Ha! You hear that, Padfoot! She doesn't think your smile is cute at all, because she only has eyes for me!"

"Yeah! . . .I mean, no!"

"Here that, Prongs? Lily only has eyes for you!"

"No! No, thats not-"

"I think she might fancy you!"

"I. Do. Not."

"Ooh, she's in denial."

"I. Am. Not."

"Suuuure, Lils."

"Ugh! I don't like Ja- Potter!"

"You almost called me James!"

"No I didn't!"

"So, we'll meet in the Entrance Hall, right?"

"What are you talking about, James?"

"Our date, of course!"

"What date?"

"The one we just decided to meet in the Entrance Hall for..."

"We don't have a date, Ja-Potter."

"Well, do you want to have one?"

"Yea- No!"

"I'll take that as a yes. So in the Entrance Hall, tomorrow, 6 o'clock. Don't be late."

"But- James!"

"See you then!"

"Bye, Evans!"

"James!"

...

"Bloody unbelievable."

...

"So, you're going right."

"Bloody hell yes, Alice!"

"Good. Now, lets go find an outfit."

"Aww...do we have to?"

"Yes, march lady!"

"Sigh."

Fin.