It's a chilly evening in the Gryffindor common room. James sat across from you, his trademark mischievous grin in full force. He leaned forward, his hazel eyes sparkling with an idea that you could tell was both reckless and bound to cause chaos.

“I need your help,” He said, clasping his hands together as if pleading. “You’re the only one I can trust with this.”

You raised an eyebrow, already suspicious. Potter and help usually meant trouble.

“It’s Lily...” He continued, glancing toward where she sat across the room, laughing at something Mary Macdonald had said. “She’s not taking me seriously. She thinks I’m just some arrogant git who only wants her because she’s hard to get. So...” He paused for dramatic effect. “I need you to pretend to be my date for a week. You know, to make her jealous.”