Lily had been unsure of what the day would bring for her. After years upon years of asking her out, Lily had finally agreed to go on a date with James Potter. It wasn't like she was against the idea of it, or that she hated the boy in question, well not anymore at least. There had been a time where she had absolutely loathed him, but those days were now ones of the past.
Ever since the two of them had become Heads of the school, she had been forced to get to know a different side of James; the more calm logical side, opposed to the arrogant prat who hexed anyone he wished to. It had been a pleasant, yet still surprising change to Lily. She was finally seeing the side that Remus had spent years trying to explain to her existed.
He was everything she wanted in a Head Boy: he could have intellectual conversations, he was responsible, and most of all, he was loyal. Sure, the two of them still bickered from time to time, but nobody expected miracles. Personally, she was sure that they were all relieved to see the two of them simply getting along.
And while it was slow at first, Lily started to notice the changes in how she felt towards him. She began to notice the little quirks he had, like how he always threw the quaffle with his right hand, or how when he was answering a particularly difficult question on a test, he would twirl his quill three times to the right, then once to the left. And by then he knew the answer. She didn't want to admit it at first, but she slowly did. She knew that she was falling for him.
But she was still afraid. What if he had never liked her? What if the only reason that he had ever asked her out was because she always said no? He had stopped asking her out in their seventh year, and she had almost lost hope that he ever would again. Until one day.
It was a cold winter that year. All of the Marauders had dates to Hogsmeade on one particular weekend, including Peter, but James. So he had jokingly asked her out, (she decided to go with it, for once) and she had jokingly said yes. The next thing they knew, they were both blushing heavily.
He had waited for her at the bottom of the staircase to the girl's dorm. While he had been up there many times in the past, he had decided against it for the day. He sat across from her in the carriage, while they discussed personal things, such as family, and favourite things. He had been appalled to find out that her sister had hated her, after all, how could anyone hate Lily Evans? She had quickly changed the subject, and he knew it made her uncomfortable, so he dropped it.
They had gone to the Three Broomsticks, where James who was trying to be smooth, knocked over a butterbeer onto Lily's lap. Instead of hexing him, like he feared, she simply cleaned herself off with a spell while laughing. As they walked around the Village, James had almost jumped with shock as she slipped her hand into his. As they walked past the Shrieking Shack, James had made a joke about how he would protect her against the haunted house, and she had grinned at him. As they were about to leave, she stopped him for a second. She had leaned in slightly, and her cheeks and ears were red from the cold. The next thing the two of them knew, they were kissing slowly.
By time they pulled away, they were both blushing once more. Neither of them could stop smiling as they made their way, hand in hand, back to the carriages. Lily had to say, more or less, it had been a great first date.