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Hey guys! This is my first story, with actual chapters, so please be nice. Except most of the chapters will be filled with letters being sent from James to Lily, and vice versa, and occasionally Sirius, Remus, and Alice would make an appearance. But there will also be actual chapters, with actual scenes and narratives.

Also, while I like constructive criticism, please remember that there is a fine line between constructive criticism and being an asshole. On that note, let's get on to the story, and enjoy! :)

In Which Lily is Embarrassed

I tiredly dragged my trunk down the stairs, my friend Alice Fawcett following behind me. It was the end of term, and we were on our way to the Great Hall for our last breakfast at Hogwarts.

"Ugh, it would be better if they rescheduled our departure 'til afternoon. It's not pleasant to wake up at seven o'clock in the morning, to say the least," I said, groaning.

"Well, you get to sleep when you get h-h-home," replied Alice, stifling a large yawn. I rolled my eyes.

"Alice, by the time I get home, I'm already wide awake."

"Merlin, I'm just saying, Grumpy."

Before I could snap a tired retort, I suddenly came face-to-face with Potter.

"Potter, whatever you're going to say, say it later—or never, preferably—because I just want to get down to the Great Hall without hexing you, for once," I said tiredly. "So, pretty please with some delicious thing on top, get out of my way because I need my breakfast."

Without waiting for an answer, I pushed him out of the way and trudged out of the Common Room. Alice and the Marauders followed me down to the Great Hall, where I sat down and immediately stuffed a piece of buttered toast in my mouth. I continued eating, vaguely hearing Alice talking to Frank about something. Potter sat across me, but since I was eating and very tired, I couldn't really be bothered to complain about the seating arrangement.

"So, Evans—" Potter started, but I cut him off immediately with a sharp "No."

"You don't even know what I was going to say!" he said bemusedly.

"Knowing you, it was probably something about the summer holidays, Quidditch, or you asking me out. Or all three."

"Am I that obvious?" Potter said gloomily.

"Yep," Black replied from beside him, popping the 'p.' Beside Black, Remus rolled his eyes at the two.

"Technically speaking, Lily didn't really know what you were going to ask. It's all three," he said, directing the last sentence to me. "There's a Quidditch match this summer, and we've got extra tickets, and he was going to ask you to come."

I'm a fan of Quidditch, although only Alice knows this. I don't really go around talking about it, because then Potter and Black would keep pestering me. But, unable to hide my curiosity, I asked, "Who against who?"

"Puddlemere United versus the Wimbourne Wasps," Black supplied.

Did I mention I'm a fan of Puddlemere United?

"I don't know . . . I'm not going to do much this summer, but Petunia's going to get married to Walrus Man—" Potter and Black sniggered at this, while Alice repressed a snort, "—and Mum forced me to attend the wedding, so I'm not sure if I could go."

"Walrus Man," Black said, causing him and Potter to erupt in sniggers.

"You're sixteen—act like it," Remus scolded, but he was grinning anyway.

"Who's this Walrus Man anyway? Oh, stuff it, Padfoot," Potter added to Black, who was still laughing uncontrollably.

"Petunia's boyfriend, Vermin—er, I mean Vernon—Dursley. He's as awful as Petunia, and he's this extremely fat and pudgy guy with the most ridiculous mustache I've ever seen. So I've nicknamed him Walrus Man," I said with a shrug.

After some light conversation with Alice, we all followed the other students to Hogsmeade Station. We went to our separate compartments and the train ride went on without incident.

That is, until we got off the train.

I saw my parents waiting for me at the station. I carried my trunk and walked over to them. They each gave me a kiss on the cheek in greeting.

"Hi Mum, hi Dad. Er, listen, some friends of mine invited me to a Quidditch match this summer—"

"What's Quidditch?" asked my father curiously.

"Er, it's a sport in the wizard world. Bit hard to explain, so I'll explain later, but anyway, some friends of mine invited me to a match this summer."

"That depends, dear. Petunia's wedding is this summer and if the match is on the same day as the wedding, then I'm afraid you can't go," Mum replied.

"Erm, give me a mo'," I said, then ran towards Potter and Black.

"When's the Quidditch match?" I asked.

"Er—um—it's on July twenty-nine," Black replied, baffled. Before he could say anything else, I ran back to my parents.

"July twenty-nine," I said, panting.

"Can't you just send them a letter during the summer? Petunia still isn't quite sure on the date of the marriage," replied Dad. I nodded. The three of us were about to walk through the barrier when suddenly—

"Bye, Lilyflower!" Potter called to me. I felt my face burn as Mum turned around and asked me, "Is that young man a friend of yours?" I shook my head, my face still burning. "No, Mum. I don't know that guy at all," I replied. "Let's just go."

We finally walked through the barrier, but not before I heard Black telling Potter, "Prongs, her face looked like a cherry."

I sighed as I exited the car and entered the house. I saw Petunia sitting at the dining table, looking through a magazine. I avoided eye contact and went upstairs, locking myself in my room. I arched a brow when I saw a piece of parchment on my study desk folded into a heart. I went over to the desk and unfolded the parchment, and written in familiar handwriting was:

Roses are red,

Violets are blue.

I never knew love

Until I met you.

—JP

I rolled my eyes, but a small smile played at my lips. Potter is never going to give up, is he?