Like a Romantic Comedy by cosmopolitan

Chapter VI: I hate plans without plans

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“So...” I slowly said, not quite sure what to do now that I had made the 'life altering' decision to give into the clichés for the sake of my 'oh so feeble' heart. "And how exactly do I go about getting James jealous anyway?”

“Let’s focus on getting you a date in the first place,” Sirius said, artfully avoiding the question and, in turn, proving what I had known, and unknowingly ignored, all along: he was just as lost as I was.

“Henry asked me out yesterday, I’ll tell him I changed my mind,” I assured him, waving him off and forcing him to confront the issue that was surely troubling both of us: a plan sans any actual plan.

“Now, how the hell do I get James jealous?—Has he ever even considered me any sense besides a platonic one?” ooh... that last question was one that I had never even bothered putting into consideration. Oh holly fuckety fuck, I had never thought of the fact that I was acting like some self-assured James Potter fan club president who somehow just knew he was in love with her.

And Sirius’s wince really did nothing to assure me that my very recent troubles might be false. “Well... he never really mentioned anything... but you know us, we aren’t ones for chit chat anyway...”

“That sounds like an excuse to me, Sirius,” I told him with a deffinite acerbic bite to my words.

“Eh...” he shrugged.

“Eh?” I repeated.

“Well, I mean, he does find you attractive...”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Okay... I can do this... I have you, and I’ll be the first to admit you’re not exactly my first choice, but-”

“Oi!”

I, however, didn’t really care much for the idea of having to soothe his oh so fragile ego and merely continued without hesitation or qualm. “But I can use you to talk to him, maybe even implement some chit chat into your daily schedules... and Henry is rather dishy so it shouldn’t be very hard to feign attraction to him...” I reasoned slowly.

“Plus, you were James’s first kiss, if anything sentiment can save you,” Sirius tried to add in, although I think that was primarily for fear of my hurting him if he didn't become useful sooner or later.

I eyed him wearily. “Was that really supposed to help me?”

He merely shrugged in response.

Prat. All men are prats. Terrible, randy, dense, narcissistic, prats!

Well... except for Remus... but, as I said, he’s like a girl trapped in a bloke’s body so he doesn’t really count anyway.

“Right then, you’ll consider how I can change my image in James’s eyes and I’ll go off to find Henry, okay?”

He nodded. “So basically you want me to go find Moony then?”

“Smart thinking, love. You almost deserve a cookie for that one,” I winked at him, walking out the door to the almost melodic sound of him chortling.

Well... it surely would be melodic were it not for the fact that I still think he’s a useless bastard. I do love him though... odd how the way works like that. This paradox deffinitley deserves some Jean-Paul Sartre-esque philosophizing.

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“Henry!” I called after him as I saw him about to make his way into the library.

He turned, peering around curiously, trying to figure out who it was that was calling him until I came into his line of vision and a wide smile overtook his face. He really is rather pretty in a Robert Redford sort of way; I, however, just never really went for blondes. Shame, shame though.

“Hey, Lily, how’re you faring this fine day?”

“Unable to comprehend how the hell you could possibly say that and actually still retain some sense of masculinity really,” I bluntly admit with a small, teasing grin.

“I assume that there’s some reason that you’re delaying my already rare and sparse study sessions then,” he guesses with clearly amused smile.

“Yeah, that invitation for this weekend, any chance it’s still open?”

“You know, I think I might be able to squeeze you in.”

“Good, I’d like that, just, next time, maybe you could tone it down a bit on the poofiness, yeah?”

He let out a loud laugh at that last comment and I couldn’t hide how pleased I was that he was actually amused by my jabs at him, he really is a rather charming bloke. ”how about I promise to work on it then?”

I almost giggled right then and there.

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author's note: so I've finally managed to sit down and make a vague plan for this fic (like how the hell I'm goign to get to the end... many things need to be ironed out, but I got enough figured out that I felt secure enough to allow myself to write another chap)

hope it wasn't total crap, please review, and thanks so much for reading!

p.s. another factor for the delay was depression for Germany's loss in case anyone was curious... that's been plaguing me for far too long, I'll admit

p.p.s. if ayone knows any amazing LJ, HHr, DHr, or SBHG fics at this site please post a link or a name!