James Potter sat fiddling with his Head Boy's badge, waiting impatiently for his friend, who continued to mess with his perfectly fine hair and examine the neatness of his robes. Which couldn't be too neat, because then he'd look like a prat.

"Impossible…" James heard Sirius Black mutter to a strand of his hair.

"I can relate," James said crossly, glancing to meet his friend's eyes in the mirror. "Padfoot, let's go-."

"You wouldn't miss seeing your lovely Lily-kins. I've still got another- thirty seconds," Sirius grinned in the mirror at his friend, waving his hand at him absent-mindedly. Part of him was actually worried about his appearance. The larger half was amusing himself watching his friend's- scratch that, best friend's anxiety over his love life, or in this case lack there of.

Remus Lupin trudged out of the bathroom, toweling his mop head.

"Morning you lot," he said as he went to the edge of his four poster, "Prongs, aren't you cutting it a bit close?" Remus asked, glancing in the mirror over Sirius, before shrugging at his reflection and moving to gather his bag by the only made bed in the room.

"Yes," James agreed imploringly, "and if Mr. Narcissistic here would hurry up-."

"No calling me names I don't understand," Sirius said airily, before grinning, and turned away from the mirror with one last fluff of his hair. "Ready to go now."

"Finally, thank Merlin," James sighed exasperatedly, and hurried out the door pinning his Head Boy badge on as he went, Remus following in a casual walk. Sirius shook his head at his friend, his bag slung haphazardly over his shoulder and his clothes and hair an untidy mess. If Remus would care, he'd be as sought after as James and Sirius, or almost.

Instead, Sirius rolled his eyes at the lump in the fifth bed, "Oi!" he yelled, throwing Remus' towel he'd folded neatly.

The lump sat up straight, towel covering his head, "Wha-?"

"Wormtail, get out of bed! It's bloody seven thirty seven!"

"PAD-foot!" James called from down the stairwell, sounding annoyed.

Sirius ran off as Peter struggled to get himself free of the towel, "Wait for me!"

"Right on schedule, as usual," Sirius shook his head slowly as he trotted down the last few steps into the Common Room, worried at his friend's punctuality, noting the way James sat oh so casually, and yet Sirius knew James was really as rigid as a board. Lily Evans always made him so unnaturally nervous. It was agitating, but, it was James, so, Sirius shrugged the notion off and sank into a seat next to Remus, who was doing some last minute studying or something or other with a book.

Sirius didn't bother to sit beside James, knowing he'd be moving on in T minus fifty seconds and there was no point trying to talk to him anyways until he'd been rejected by Lily the first time in the day, "Going to just oogle or make an attempt, ten galleons," Sirius said to Remus.

Remus looked up from his book at him, "I haven't got ten galleons, you know that," smiled Remus wryly.

"Indulge me Moony." If they were going to have to endure this they might as well make a bet of it.

Remus stared at James, cocking his head as he studied their friend, "I'd say attempt. It's been awhile."

"Alright then," Sirius said smugly, watching the stairs to the girl's dorm, "Twenty-five, twenty-four, twenty-three, twenty-two- ooo, I'm off."

"Twenty one seconds off mate," Remus grinned, tossing his bag onto the seat so it took the spot James had been in moments ago. Sirius groaned as Remus looked through the pages of his book to make sure he had all his homework done, "And you owe me ten galleons."

They watched their friend meander towards the red head coming down the stairs with her two friends.

Remus watched curiously, and he paused as he saw Lily Evans blush at James' approach, and her two friends exchange glances.

That was new.

"I'll win it back. Hex or shove?" Sirius interrupted Remus' thoughts, determined to make a game out of everything, "I say hex. Evans hasn't hexed James in two- no, Godric! She hasn't hexed James since the beginning of the school year!" Sirius said, surprised by this revelation, as was Remus. Lily Evans hadn't hexed James Potter since the beginning of their school year. Remus closed his book sharply, but Sirius lost his perturbed look, shrugging it off, "Prolly because she's Head Girl now or something. But she'll do it today."

"I don't think she will," Remus muttered as Lily reached the last step of the staircase. Remus continued to blink, confused at Lily Evans' continuing blush, "What by Merlin…" he said in astonishment.

"Good morning, Evans," smiled James with his usual cocky grin.

"No thanks to you, Ja-Potter," she said, and looked away.

Remus watched, gaping, as she stuttered embarrassedly over growling his last name, looking for support, but her two friends had abandoned her.

"You're going to owe me twenty galleons, chap," Remus said with a grin, swallowing his surprise. It had been bound to happen sometime. This was going to be more interesting now that they were both Heads of the school. How had Remus not seen it before?

"I'm- here…" panted Pettigrew, slouching down next to Remus on his bag, which Remus tugged, annoyed, out from under him, "Wha'd I miss?" he asked, looking at James and Lily who were standing, talking to each other inaudibly. "Evans hasn't hexed James yet?"

"It's coming," said Sirius, watching tensely.

"Why are you still standing in my way?" they heard Lily ask, her green eyes fiercely peering up at the Quidditch captain once more. James blinked at her in astonishment.

"Because you called me James."

"I did not," said Lily hiding her deepening blush by ducking around him and walking quickly away.

"Not even a shove," said Remus, eyebrows raised, as James followed.

"Wait for it," Sirius said tersely as they got up to follow.

"Yes you did," James sang, his face alight.

"Honestly, James-." She stopped herself mid-sentence, now blushing madly, and quickened her pace as she headed toward the portrait hole.

"So how much is Sirius in debt to you now?" said Peter to Remus as they followed the arguing couple to the portrait hole, missing how Lily stumbled and James steadied her with an extra bright smile.

"I think it's around two hundred and fifty three galleons, sixteen sickles and fourteen knuts," Remus replied lightly to Peter's question.

"You read minds, I swear it," Sirius grumbled as Remus laughed.