Third Year
The day in question was a cold, mid-October day. There had just been a bulletin posted in each Common Room, reminding the students of the Hogsmeade weekend. It had been raining all weekend and the world outside the Hogwarts castle was a muddy mess. On that particular cold day, the Care of Magical Creatures class shivered in the early morning, while waiting for their professor. The sun shone through the trees, but didn't bring any sort of warmth to the Gryffindor and Slytherin Third Years.
One Slytherin in particular was feeling the bite a bit more than the others; his name was Severus Snape, and he had just given his cloak to Lily Evans. She had insisted that she wasn't cold, but her lips were almost blue, so he gave her his cloak. Suffice it to say, she didn't shiver or shake anymore.
That annoyed James Potter very much. He had wished on many occasions to be the one who could keep her warm. He wanted very much to wrap his arms around her and just hold her for a minute, maybe more.
"Are you even listening to me?" He snapped out of his thoughts. He'd forgotten that he was in the process of chatting with Mary MacDonald. She gave him a questioning look, her eyes drifting over to where Severus and Lily stood, chatting amicably.
"No, sorry, what were you saying?"
She sighed, exasperated. "I was asking you if you had plans to ask anyone to Hogsmeade."
"Plans to ask or plans to go?" He grinned cheekily at the brunette.
"Either," She shrugged.
"Plans to ask," He responded, glancing once more at Lily. Looking back to Mary, he watched her face drop a little. Shit. She'd been counting on him asking her.
"She's lucky." Mary forced a smile on her face, and walked away quickly. James silently cursed himself and the crush he'd seemed to have developed on the spirited ginger. He couldn't even properly chat up girls anymore. How in the world was he supposed to get a date now? He had unconsciously turned to glare in her direction. What right did she have to look so pretty in the morning? With her stupid red hair and those green eyes that were unreal, any guy would have been a goner; so why'd it have to be him? He cheeks were a little flushed from the cold, and her lips were bright red. She had really nice lips. James wouldn't mind kissing those lips... Wait, what was he thinking? Damn crush.
He watched as she laughed at something that greasy Slytherin git said. It wasn't fair that she talked to such scum, and ignored or yelled at him. Was that the Slytherin's cloak she was wearing? That would just not do. He would have to have words with her. Right then, actually. James walked briskly over to Lily, flashing a grin when she looked at him.
Lily watched him walk over with hesitance because nothing good ever happened when James Potter was near her. She assumed it was to insult her choice in friends, and Lily was immediately protective (even though James hadn't even said anything yet).
"Morning, Evans." Potter greeted her. He glanced at Severus and grimaced. "Snivellus."
"Oh, sod off, Potter." Lily cut in before Severus could respond.
"Hogsmeade this weekend," Potter smirked, turning back to her, completely ignoring her demand.
"Yes, and?" She rolled her eyes.
"Go with me." It wasn't a question. It was a demand.
"Excuse me, what?"
"Go to Hogsmeade with me, Evans." Her heart gave a flutter, which she chalked up to surprise. It couldn't be anything else. She hated Potter. Well, she didn't hate him; she just didn't particularly like him. He and his friends were constantly picking on younger students and Slytherins. Mostly, he'd focused on Severus, and he constantly berated her choice of friends.
"No," The word was out before she could think, or take it back. He frowned.
"Why not?"
"You're a prat!" She thought it was obvious.
"Oh, come on, go out with me!"
"No, Potter!"
"Fine," He scowled. "You will one day."
"Doubt it," Lily scoffed and he marched away. She ignored the little flips her stomach did whenever James Potter and she had a particular kind of row (meaning the kind where the subject of his attraction to her was brought up.) He'd never asked her out before, and she couldn't for the life of her figure out why he'd done it now?
"Who does he think he is?" Severus growled once James was out of earshot.
"Leave it, Sev." Lily sent him a warning look. She crinkled her nose at James's retreating form, and he caught her eye when he glanced back over his shoulder. He winked.
What in the world is wrong with that boy?
A/N- So this is the first chapter in 5 :)
I'll try to get an update a day (maybe a week, depending) if you really like it.
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DISCLAIMER- I own nothing but the plot, dialogue, and any OC's that happen to crop up. Props to JRK and WB!
