One-shot: A Little Dare

This is a one-shot I did. Clearly, I was bored. No, it's not particularly wonderful, and I am aware that it's nauseating. Sorry. But read it if you'd like; it's a short one for once. :P

I was in the common room with James Potter again; we were just sitting on the sofa, talking. There were a few people around us, some watching us because they were spying on James, but mostly, it was quiet. Eventually, in the middle of the conversation, James suddenly said two very frightening words.

"Kiss me."

He always asked me to do this; it scared me each one of those times. I was only hanging around him because I wanted to be kind to him. I didn't love him. I just felt sorry for him. They were both different things, and any kindness I gave in his direction was always taken advantage of.

"No, I won't," I said. I would never kiss him. Ever. That was the act of a desperate girl, and though I'm boring and could use a real life, I would never stoop to that level.

"I dare you, Evans," he said tauntingly. "Kiss me. You know you want to; you like me."

"Still egotistical to the extreme, I see," I said. "It's not like I expected any different."

"You love me, Evans," he kept trying to persuade me. "Kiss me. One kiss won't mean a thing. A peck on the cheek. Friend to friend."

"I'm not your friend," I argued. "You won't make me kiss you on the cheek either. Besides all that, one kiss with you means that you'll take advantage of me even more every single time you look at me after it."

"Cute and clever," James said, impressed. "Why won't you be mine?"

"Because I'm uninteresting, and because I have a brain," I explained. "My dullness allows me to see, with great clarity, how much I loathe you."

James groaned. "For a dare. One kiss."

"On the cheek?"

"Deal." He looked and sounded sincere; I decided to trust him.

I leaned in to kiss his cheek, but at the very last second, he turned his head and I kissed his lips instead. I tried to pull away, but his lips were…perfect. I settled in them, letting myself relax, and though I could hear wolf-whistles and cheers erupt from behind me, they were unimportant. I couldn't believe how wonderful it was to kiss James Potter, even though he's the world's biggest git. He got a little more involved with each second I stayed, and I somehow welcomed it; I liked it. I wanted him to do it for a longer period of time.

His hands were on my shoulders, and mine were limply by my side. I kissed him greedily, and for much longer than I would have ever imagined. He never objected, obviously, but it was beautiful. I loved every moment.

At last, he pulled himself away from me. It seemed to be a task of considerable difficulty for him, and admittedly, it was for me too. Everyone in the common room looked excited, and they were asking me how I liked it at the top of their lungs.

"I didn't mean to kiss you like that," I said. "I really didn't. You're a horrible cheater."

"You didn't like it?" he questioned me, looking hurt. "At all?"

"No," I lied. "Don't try it again."

He sighed. "I'm sorry that I cheated."

"It's fine." It was, of course, much more than fine, but I wasn't about to tell him that.

"Are you upset with me?"


"Will you be upset with me if I kiss you again?"

"Even more so."

"Can I do it again anyway?"

Yes, please, do so, I thought. Kiss me until time ends; by all means.

"No," I told him.

He sighed again. "Once again, sorry."

"It's fine," I said again.

A few minutes of awkward silence.

"Hey James?"


"I love you."

"You do?"

"I do."



"As a friend, or more?"


More silence.

"Hey Lily?"


"I love you too."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Yet more silence.

"Hey James?"


"Can we go upstairs to your room?"

"Sure. Why?"

"It's quieter there."

"Fair enough."

James got up, took my hand, and led me up to his dormitory. Nobody paid us any more attention, thankfully, and we got the entire room to ourselves. James sat on his bed and I sat beside him, my head on his shoulder, and his arms around my waist.

"Hey Lily?"


"I like it better up here."

"Me too."

We were very prone to silence that night.

After a few minutes, I said, "Hey James?"


"I did like that kiss."

"You did?"

"I did."

"A lot?"

"Much more than I can say."

"Why did you tell me something else then?"

"Because I was embarrassed."

"Don't be; I love you, and I don't mind it if I tell you."

"I'm not like that."

"I can tell."

"Will you still love me anyway?"

"Of course."

I smiled, satisfied.

"Hey, James?"


I didn't say anything this time; I just threw myself on him and kissed him again, much harder than he had kissed me before.

Around thirty seconds later, I stopped for a moment and breathed in his ear, "I love you."

"I love you too," he breathed back.

"Am I too close? Am I going too fast?" I was getting worried; what if he didn't want this?

"No and no," he answered. He kissed me again and we curled up together on his bed, not saying anything more after that admittedly frightening episode.

"Hey James?" I asked a few minutes later.


"I'm so glad you cheated."

He grinned. "Believe me; I am too."

If you review me, that would be great, but know that I am aware of the horridness of this one-shot. Thanks!