Hi everyone! This is my attempt at a James/Lily story, since they're my favourite couple from the HP world. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That right goes to the uber-talented, J.K. Rowling.

(N.B. This story is currently being edited.)


FIRST YEAR


Lily Evans stood staring up at the gleaming train and she couldn't help the excitement that skittered through her. This was it. She was actually going. Finally, she had somewhere she belonged. A warm feeling of contentment filled her small being. She glanced over at her best friend, Severus and saw him, slightly hunched, next to a thin, sallow-faced, sour-looking woman who greatly resembled him. From what he had told her the day before, this had to be his mother. She didn't have a chance to go over and introduce herself, however, before her sister, next to her, caught her eye. At once, the warm feeling dissipated. She pulled her sister until they were a little apart from their parents. As she had been doing for the entire car ride here, she continued pleading for her sister's forgiveness.

"I'm sorry, Tuney, I'm sorry! Listen–" She caught her sister's hand and held tight to it, even though Petunia tried to pull it away.

"Maybe once I'm there – no, listen, Tuney! Maybe once I'm there, I'll be able to go to Professor Dumbledore and persuade him to change his mind!"

"I don't – want – to – go!" said Petunia, and she dragged her hand back out of her sister's grasp. "You think I want to go to some stupid castle and learn to be a – a…"

Her pale eyes roved over the platform, over the cats mewling in their owners' arms, over the owls, fluttering and hooting at each other in cages, over the students, some already in their long black robes, loading trunks onto the scarlet steam engine or else greeting one another with glad cries after a summer apart.

"You think I want to be a – a freak?"

Lily's eyes filled with tears as Petunia succeeded in tugging her hand away.

"I'm not a freak," said Lily.

"That's a horrible thing to say."

"That's where you're going," said Petunia with relish.

"A special school for freaks. You and that Snape boy…weirdos, that's what you two are. It's good you're being separated from normal people. It's for our safety."

Lily glanced toward her parents, who were looking around the platform with an air of wholehearted enjoyment, drinking in the scene. Then she looked back at her sister, and her voice was low and fierce.

"You didn't think it was such a freak's school when you wrote to the headmaster and begged him to take you."

Petunia turned scarlet.

"Beg? I didn't beg!"

"I saw his reply. It was very kind."

"You shouldn't have read – " whispered Petunia,

"That was my private – how could you – ?"

Lily gave herself away by half-glancing toward where Severus stood nearby. Petunia gasped.

"That boy found it! You and that boy have been sneaking in my room!"

"No – not sneaking – "

Now Lily was on the defensive.

"Severus saw the envelope, and he couldn't believe a Muggle could have contacted Hogwarts, that's all! He says there must be wizards working undercover in the postal service who take care of – "

"Apparently wizards poke their noses in everywhere!" said Petunia, now as pale as she had been flushed.

"Freak!" she spat at her sister, and she flounced off to where her parents stood.

It was at this point that Lily couldn't take it anymore. She ran and kissed her parents cheeks before rushing off and finding an empty compartment in the train. She sat in the corner, looking out the window, noticing her parents waving at her. She gave a small wave back but she caught her sister's eye and Petunia turned on her heel away from her. This denial of the bond that they had shared so long was like flood gates opening for her tears. They flowed and wouldn't stop. Her parents would probably think it was because she would be going away. Even when a rowdy group of boys entered the compartment, she hadn't stopped crying. She had lost her best friend the moment she got that letter, she knew. She just had not been ready to fully accept it yet. Now, she would mourn the loss.


Severus was hurrying along the corridor of the Hogwarts Express as it clattered through the countryside. He had already changed into his school robes, had taken the first opportunity to take off his dreadful Muggle clothes. At last he stopped, outside a compartment in which a group of rowdy boys were talking. Hunched in a corner seat beside the window was Lily, her face pressed against the windowpane. The jerk in the region of his chest he felt whenever he saw her was back. He had known something was wrong the moment she ran into the train without him. They were best friends. They talked about everything.

Severus slid open the compartment door and sat down opposite Lily. She glanced at him and then looked back out of the window. She had been crying.

"I don't want to talk to you," she said in a constricted voice.

Severus ignored the tightening of his throat that was raw panic and instead forced out the words,

"Why not?"

"Tuney h-hates me. Because we saw that letter from Dumbledore."

"So what?" he asked, confused. Petunia Evans was just a vile muggle. Lily would do well to be rid of her. She threw him a look of deep dislike.

"So she's my sister!"

"She's only a – "

He caught himself quickly; Lily, too busy trying to wipe her eyes without being noticed, did not hear him.

"But we're going!" he said, unable to suppress the exhilaration in his voice. "This is it! We're off to Hogwarts!"

She nodded, mopping her eyes, but in spite of herself, she half smiled.

"You'd better be in Slytherin," said Severus, encouraged that she had brightened a little.

"Slytherin?"

One of the boys sharing the compartment, who had seemed to show no interest at all in Lily or Severus until that point, looked around at the word. He was slight, with glasses and had messy black hair that stuck up at all angles. He had an air of someone well loved and pampered. Almost at once, Severus despised him. He looked like a spoiled, arrogant brat

"Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?" the boy with glasses asked the boy lounging on the seats opposite him. He was good-looking with shoulder-length black hair. The boy did not smile.

"My whole family have been in Slytherin," he said.

"Blimey," said the bespectacled boy, "and I thought you seemed all right!"

The good-looking one grinned.

"Maybe I'll break the tradition. Where are you heading, if you've got the choice?"

The git lifted an invisible sword.

"'Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!' Like my dad."

Severus made a small, disparaging noise. The git turned on him.

"Got a problem with that?"

"No," said Severus, though his slight sneer said otherwise. "If you'd rather be brawny than brainy – "

"Where're you hoping to go, seeing as you're neither?" interjected the other git. The first git roared with laughter. Lily sat up, rather flushed, and looked from the first git to the second, in dislike, heartening Severus.

"Come on, Severus, let's find another compartment."

"Oooooo…"

The gits imitated her lofty voice; the first git tried to trip Severus as he passed.

"See ya, Snivellus!"

A voice called, as the compartment door slammed.


James knew he was an idiot the moment the girl left the compartment. He had pretended not to notice her because his older cousin always told him to stay away from crying girls. They were the worst sort, apparently. This had never been a problem before. He had easily avoided any and all confrontations with teary-eyed females. This particular female, however, garnered a different feeling altogether. He had no idea what it was, but the need to stop her tears had almost been overwhelming. He had ignored the need however, since he had also heard that girls liked it more when a bloke was mean to her. This tactic, of course, had ended up failing miserably. She had not only left with the greasy slime-ball who had come in and encroached on his territory (in other words the as of yet un-named girl) but she had glared at him on the way out like he was the lowest dirt on earth. James grinned at his new friend Sirius and glanced at the door one last time.

"I think I'm in love," he said, seriously.

"You," Sirius said, pointing a finger directly at him, "better be talking about the bird, or this friendship is over."


Sirius entered the Great Hall after the amazing boat ride and faced the candlelit House tables, lined with rapt faces. Professor McGonagall had introduced herself to them before and was now calling out names from a list as they had just finished hearing an amusing song from a strange pointed hat now sitting quietly on a lone bench.

Sirius only heard a few names and only really paid attention to ones he knew.

"Avery, Trevor!" was obviously placed in Slytherin, since he was just as evil as the rest of his blighter family.

Following this, his own name,

"Black, Sirius!" was called and he blew out a breath before making his way to the stool. The hat was placed on his head and he heard a voice say,

"This one is different. You're a Black, but I see something very... dissimilar in you. Curious. I do, however, see courage. Great courage. Loyalty as well. Much, much loyalty. Your family has long been in Slytherin, however. Where to put you? You have no ambition to be like the rest of your family... Yes, I know just where to put you. GYFFINDOR!"

The hat screamed and Sirius was first shocked and then elated as he made his way to the Gryffindor table. He saw his cousin Bellatrix stare at him in shock and repulsion. Yes, he was the new stain on the Black name. He grinned with that realisation and sat, shaking hands all around him.

"Carrow, Alecto!" was put into Slytherin.

"Corner, Vincent!" and "Dearborne, Caradoc!" were placed in Ravenclaw next, while,

"Diggle, Dedalus!" was put into Hufflepuff.

Soon, he heard "Evans, Lily!" and James jumped to attention, when he saw who it was. Sirius grinned at him, trying to get his attention, but he was too engrossed in staring at the red-haired firecracker who had all but hexed them with her eyes on the train.

She walked forward on trembling legs and sat down upon the rickety stool. Professor McGonagall dropped the Sorting Hat onto her head, and barely a second after it had touched the dark red hair, the hat cried,

"Gryffindor!"

Lily took off the hat, handed it back to Professor McGonagall, then hurried toward the cheering Gryffindors, but as she went she glanced back at Snivellus, and there was a sad little smile on her face. Sirius moved up the bench to make room for her. She took one look at him, seemed to recognize him from the train, folded her arms, and firmly turned her back on him.

The roll call continued. Sirius grinned as "Lupin, Remus!", "McKinnon, Xavier!" and "Pettigrew, Peter!" joined him at the Gryffindor table. When it was James' turn, the hat had only glanced his head when it screamed

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Sirius clapped harder than anyone and slapped his back as he came to sit. They watched as at last, when only a dozen students remained to be sorted, Professor McGonagall called Snivellus. He walked to the stool, placed the hat upon his head.

"Slytherin!" cried the Sorting Hat.

And Snivellus Snape moved off to the other side of the Hall, away from Lily, to where the Slytherins were cheering him. Lucius Malfoy, one of the biggest prats that Sirius knew, a prefect badge gleaming upon his chest, patted Snivellus on the back as he sat down beside him.


James made his way up towards the Gryffindor dormitories, following a prefect, while keeping his gaze trained on the back of the head of Lily Evans. After hearing her name during the sorting ceremony, he was repeating it silently over and over in his head, hearing the nuances. It really was a perfect name. He hoped somehow they could possibly be friends. He really liked her. If she wanted, he would also deign to be her boyfriend, but only if he got to kiss her. He had never kissed a girl before, found it utterly unappealing, but he thought that perhaps, with Lily, it wasn't that horrendous a thought. As long as she didn't have some kind of vile, contagious girl disease or something. Sirius, his new best mate, came up behind him and muttered,

"Those other blokes who got sorted into Gryffindor better not be a bunch of idiots."

James wholeheartedly agreed. He had not had much chance to pay attention to the sorting as, at first, he had been too busy staring at Lily and then, he had been too busy celebrating that she was in Gryffindor.

They made their way up to a portrait of a very fat woman in a silk pink dress.

"Password?" she asked.

"Antipodean Opaleye," said the prefect, and the portrait swung forward to reveal a round hole in the wall.

They all scrambled through it - a small, mousy-haired boy with a pointy nose needed a leg up - and found themselves in the Gryffindor common room, a cosy, round room full of squashy armchairs. The prefect directed the girls through one door to their dormitory and the boys through another. At the top of a spiral staircase they found their beds at last: five four-posters hung with deep red, velvet curtains. Their trunks had already been brought up. James looked around at the other occupants of the room and said,

"James Potter. Pleasure to meet everyone. This here's Sirius Black."

Pointing to Sirius, who smiled and lifted his hand in a small, sarcastic salute.

"I'm Xavier McKinnon," said one black haired boy with a slightly long, but good-looking face.

"I'm Remus Lupin," came another reply from a tired looking boy with obvious sleep deprivation problems.

"P-peter Pettigrew," stuttered the boy who had needed the leg up from the portrait hole. James looked around, with a grin and at once knew that he had met his new friends.


Lily glanced around the dormitory, worried. She had never been away from home before. She hoped she wouldn't embarrass herself by doing something stupid like crying her eyes out because she was homesick. One of the girls, a black haired, grey eyed, serious-looking witch, said,

"Isn't it polite to introduce ourselves? I'll start. I'm Hestia Jones."

"Emmeline Vance," piped in a pretty blonde with wild curls.

"Marlene Pierce," said a black haired girl with a bright lovely smile.

"Mary McDonald," said a brown haired, freckled girl with twin dimples in her cheeks.

"Lily Evans," Lily put in, with a wide smile. They were going to be great friends, she just knew it.


Severus made his way down to the dungeons with the other Slytherin first years. This was apparently where the dormitories were. Severus' mind was filled with dark thoughts, however. He had seen the way James Potter had been staring at his Lily. He had seen how he had been manoeuvring closer to her. He grimaced as they made their way to a blank wall. When they arrived, Lucius Malfoy, the fifth year prefect, said in a clear voice,

"Toujours Pur."

And a stone door concealed in the wall slid open.

"We had hoped Sirius Black would join our ranks and this would impress him to our cause. How wrong we were." he said, with a sneer.

They walked in and got their first view of the common room. The Slytherin common room was a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling from which round, greenish lamps were hanging on chains. A fire was crackling under an elaborately carved mantelpiece ahead of them, and several older Slytherins were already silhouetted around it in high-backed chairs.

They were directed up to the Slytherin dormitories and when they were all in, the boys turned to look at each other, considering.

"Is everyone here a pureblood, then?" said a tall black haired boy with aristocratic features.

"Half," murmured Severus and all eyes turned to him.

"How did you get in?" asked another boy, who was tall with brown hair and wide features.

"I know more Dark Arts than any of you combined, I reckon," he said, his voice brimming with a confidence he didn't feel. They considered him for a moment more before the black-haired boy spoke.

"My name is Evan Rosier."

"I'm Jorgan Yaxley," said the brown haired boy.

"Russell Mulciber Jr.," said another boy who was almost as tall as Rosier but bulkier.

"Trevor Avery," came from the blonde boy with intelligent blue eyes.

"Severus Snape," muttered Severus, uncomfortable with the introductions. Other than Lily, he had no real experience on interactions and he was also unused to the cold, almost superior air that these boys had.

"Severus, yes? Listen, I'll tell you this only once. If you don't support the Dark Lord, then you may as well leave now," said Avery, softly, but with enough authority that he knew none of the other boys would object.

Severus heaved out a sigh and thought of Lily with her sparkling smile and innocent eyes. This was going to be one hell of a year.


At breakfast the next morning, Lily made her way to the Gryffindor table with all the other girls from her dormitory in tow. They had stayed up late just chatting and as she had known, they were all wonderful. Even the perpetually serious Hestia had lightened up and had a laughing good time.

"Listen, I don't want to alarm you," whispered Hestia as they sat.

"What is it?" Lily asked, worried.

"There's this boy by the Slytherin table and he's staring at you. My dad showed me a hex to ward off boys in case they got too pushy, you know? I can show it to-"

Lily glanced over and saw Severus staring at her. She grinned happily and waved. He smiled and waved back.

"Don't worry, Hestia. That's Sev. He's my best friend."

Hestia stared at her as if she had lost her mind.

"He's in Slytherin, Lily."

"I know, but he's really wonderful. I don't know what happened with the sorting hat. I think it's because his mum was in Slytherin or something. Maybe it's hereditary?"

"If Slytherin was hereditary, then I assure you I would have been there," said Sirius as he took a seat next to Marlene.

The other Gryffindor boys came around them and James slid into a seat next to Sirius.

"Hullo, Evans. Lovely day, isn't it? Not quite as lovely as you are, but all the same."

Lily rolled her eyes and because her parents had raised her with manners, she muttered,

"Good morning, Potter."

But she whispered to Hestia.

"I think I need that hex you were mentioning?"


The first year Gryffindors made their way to their first class together. Double Potions with the Slytherins. James walked with the boys but watched Lily from afar. They laughed and joked on their way down to the dungeons. When they entered the dungeon, it was colder than up in the main castle, and would have been quite creepy enough without the pickled animals floating in glass jars all around the walls. Lily made her way swiftly over to where Snivellus was sitting at a bench by himself and sat next to him. He looked up and smiled at her and they began a conversation almost at once, Lily prattling on and Snivellus murmuring his responses in kind.

"Git," James murmured, jealous. He had hoped to sit next to Lily. Sirius moved to the empty stool next to him and said,

"This is bollocks, mate. This place is colder than my mom's attitude and let me tell you, that's arctic."

"Good morning, class!" announced an enormously fat, short, bald, old man. As he made his way to the front of the classroom, he said,

"Here are some fresh, new faces I see. I will be teaching you the fine art of Potion brewing. My name is Professor Horace Slughorn and I am the Potion's Master as well as Head of Slytherin house."

With his prominent eyes and his enormous, silver, walrus-like moustache displayed on his face.

"I will start the class with a few simple questions. Points will be awarded to the houses of those who answer correctly. Understood? Good. First, in which direction do you stir the Boil-Cure potion? For bonus points, I will ask what kind of snake fangs are used in the potion as well."

Lily's hand was in the air, as well as Snivellus. No one else had seemed to have read anything about the potion. James knew the answer, but he refused to start off the term with this Slughorn fellow expecting too much from him. Slughorn pointed to Lily, who said,

"You stir the potion clockwise, sir, and you use viper fangs."

Slughorn simply bubbled at her.

"Why yes! What is your name, young lady?"

"Lily Evans, sir."

"Yes, yes. Very good, Evans. Any relation to Kendrick Evans, the Chaser for Puddlemere United?"

"No sir."

"Yes, well, very good and very accurate answer Seven points to Gryffindor! Next question. What is another name for Monkshood."

James rolled his eyes. Why not ask them their names? That would be a more difficult question. Again, no hands other than Snivellus and Lily's went up. Slughorn pointed at Snivellus this time and he answered, unenthusiastically.

"It is called Wolfsbane or Aconite."

"Very good! Yes, yes. Your name?"

"Severus Snape," he said, softly, yet clearly.

"Hmm. Yes, Seven points to Slytherin as well! It would have been five, but you gave the two names. Very good, very good. Now, can anyone tell me where a bezoar can be found? Ah yes, Ms. Evans?"

Lily's hand had already shot into the air and Snivellus's was a close second.

"It can be found in a goat's stomach, sir."

"And do you know what it is used for?"

"It is used to cure most poisons, sir."

"Why yes! How wonderful, Ms. Evans. Ten points to Gryffindor! Now, we will start this class with the simple Boil-Cure potion I was talking about. It's on page..."

James had drifted off by now as he was too busy watching Lily turn and grin at Snivelly who smiled back. They got out Snivelly's cauldron and Lily made her way over to one of the store cupboard to collect the ingredients. James came up behind her.

"Alright, Evans?"

"Yes, I'm fine," she said, stiffly.

"Listen, Evans. I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry about the train. It was my fault."

She turned and smiled at him.

"Thanks, Potter."

She returned her attention to ingredient gathering before she made her way back to her table with her arms full. James went back to his own table, grinning.

"Where are the ingredients?" Sirius asked.


"Ms. Evans! Mr. Snape! I'm having a get together soon and I was wondering if you would both join me? I'm thinking with your skills in potion making, my new dream team will be making a great addition to the Slug Club."

"Slug Club?" asked Lily, meekly.

"Ah, yes. The Slug Club is the nickname that was given to the little group of a few talented witches and wizards that I have befriended over the years."

"That would be wonderful, sir," said Lily.

"What about you, Mr. Snape?"

"Thank you very much for the invitation sir, but-"

He was cut off as Lily stepped on his foot. He glanced at her and she was smiling fiercely at him in a way that he knew, meant he needed to comply.

"I will be there."

"Wonderful! I will owl the invitations to you!"

He beamed broadly for another moment before he left to look at the potions of other students.

"What did you do that for?" Severus asked, annoyed, as he rubbed his foot.

"You couldn't expect me to go by myself, Sev!"

"You were the one who accepted the invitation!"

"Because I was being polite!"

They were whispering, but still seemed to attract a couple of gazes. She glared at him and then whispered, consolingly,

"Listen, I'm sorry about your foot, but please come with me! That way, I won't have to be alone! We could go together!"

"Fine, Lil, but only because you're making me."

With a happy squeal, she hugged him. His face flushed, furiously.

"Thank you! Okay, now back to the potion."

By the end of class, Severus realised that he and Lily had by far the best potion. Everyone else's was either incomplete or so horrible that no one knew what it was. He grinned as he saw that while Potter and Black's potion was almost perfect as well, it was not yet complete. He and Lily really were the perfect team. They worked in faultless synchronization to each other. He heard Slughorn speaking to Potter and Black just then and he instantly zoned in on the conversation,

"You're father is Harold Potter, am I right? Head of the Auror department?"

"Yes, he is."

"And Mr. Black. Any relation to-?"

"Yes."

"Wonderful! So, would you both like to come to a get together that I'm having-?"

Severus held his breath as he heard this, hoping beyond hope until relief flooded him as he heard Potter interrupt.

"I'm sorry, Professor, but we're still getting used to just being in Hogwarts."

"I understand, of course, my boy. Maybe another time?"

"Of course, Professor."

"Wonderful!"

Severus glanced over, noticing Lily hadn't heard the conversation before he grinned.


James and Sirius had been brewing their potion, happily chatting about Quidditch, when James saw Lily hug Snivellus. He frowned and stopped talking, glaring.

"That bird of yours seems to be in pretty cosy with Snivellus."

"She doesn't fancy him," he said, more to himself than anything else. With a small irritated huff of jealousy, he turned and said,

"I hate that bloke."

"As do I, mate. I don't even know him, but the way he looks at us is as if we took something from him. What's his problem?"

"He's a git."

"Yup."

"Listen, I'm going to marry her-"

"Red?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

"You need to help me with that, though."

"Sure, mate."

James grinned, wondering how he would go about making her fall madly in love with him.


James had spent the majority of their first year plotting ways to ask out Lily. It had to be perfect. His new mates agreed that the first time you ask out a girl, not that any of them had before, it had to be perfect, otherwise she'd spurn you forever. On Valentine's Day, he saw his perfect, cheesy chance. He found her at breakfast and hurried over.

"Hi, Evans."

Since he had apologised, she had been much less antagonistic towards him. She smiled, reading a book and said,

"Good morning, Potter."

"I was wondering..." James trailed off.

She turned and looked at him, what he was hoping for, and he was about to speak, but got trapped in her emerald gaze. Her eyes, they really were quite extraordinary. The perfect shape, tone, glitter. Her lashes were long and much darker than her hair. While still red, they could pass for a dark brown. Her eyes were really-

"Potter, are you alright?"

He snapped out of whatever trance he was in and his mind was blank.

"What are you doing?" he blurted.

"Reading a Charms book. Exams are coming up."

"Yeah," James said, stupidly. Then, he blurted once more, "Listen, are you going out with anyone this Valentine's? Because-"

She cut him off, at once.

"No. I have far too much studying to do and I'm only in first year. I think I want to focus on school for now."

"Oh."

"Anything else?"

"No... I was wondering, though..."

"Yes?"

"If you did, eventually want to go out with a bloke?"

"Mm hmm?"

"Can it be me?"


Shocked, Lily sat there, wondering what she had done to deserve this. Her manners dictated that she not shut down the poor stumbling boy. That would crush him. But she really didn't want to go out with him. Sure, he was good looking and all, but he was James Potter, so he was a trouble maker. She didn't like trouble makers under the best circumstances. She could remember quite a few incidents, but the most prominent in her mind was the toilet paper incident on Halloween night. Even the teachers had not been able to rid the Great Hall of the offending paper, since it somehow kept growing back over the tables. Honestly! Boys were so immature. As he sat there as if on pins and needles, however, she just couldn't say no.

"Alright," she said with a sigh and felt a little tug in the region of her chest when his face lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Thanks, Evans!" he said and ran off, probably to tell Sirius. The two were never separated for long. She had actually been surprised when he had approached her alone.

Suddenly, what she had agreed to hit her like a tonne of bricks. Had she just agreed to go out with James Potter? What had she been thinking? Hopefully, he would forget about it by the next day. No reason to tell Severus, who had an inexplicable, deep seated hatred for the boy.


"She said she'd marry me!" announced James as he ran into the dormitory, where all the first year Gryffindor boys were, hiding from the horror that was Valentine's Day.

"Who?" asked Remus, but Sirius jumped up, excited for his best mate.

"She did? You didn't even invite me to come with you!"

"If you were there, I wouldn't have had the nerve to talk to her!"

"True."

"Who?" repeated Remus.

"Lily Evans," said James, proudly. A loud snort was heard form next to them. They turned to look at Xavier.

"Evans did not agree to marry you! Why did you even ask?"

"She did!" said James, indignantly. "And maybe I didn't propose per say, but she made it clear that eventually, she'll marry me."

Shocked, Xavier stared at him.

"Really?"

"Yup."

"Huh. I always thought she was dating that Snape bloke."

"As if she would ever date Snivellus," sneered James.

"What happened?" asked Peter, intrigued.

"Well, I asked her and she said that not right now, because she wanted to focus on school. But I'd be the first bloke she'd come to."

They all grinned, happy for him, before Xavier asked,

"But what if she's never ready to marry?"

James smile faded.

"I hadn't thought of that."

"You just need to keep asking her out so that she'll always remember and see what a great guy you are!" said Sirius as if it were obvious.

"Yeah!"

James nodded enthusiastically. Eventually, Lily Evans was going to be his.


James and Sirius walked down the corridor, whistling innocently as they made their way to their next class. Transfiguration. They were five minutes early and decided to take a leisurely stroll. Lily was walking towards them and James lifted his hand in a wave. She smiled, distractedly at him and James sighed, grabbing his chest over his heart.

"She's gorgeous, isn't she?"

"Sure, mate," said Sirius, with a grin.

They kept walking for a few more minutes before they froze, looking at each other in horror. They had just started to chase after Lily, when they heard a giant yowl preceding a loud explosion. James and Sirius skidded to a halt as a soaking Lily stumbled out of the girl's lavatory, holding a similarly soaked Mrs. Norris, shock clear on her face.

"I-I saw Mrs. Norris and... The toilet! It... It exploded!"

"Oh no," murmured Sirius before James blurted,

"Will you go out with me?"

Sirius slapped his palm to his forehead, already knowing that this was the start of a very interesting relationship.


I hope you enjoyed it so far! All comments or suggestions are welcome! :)