The wind brushed her face, blowing her auburn hair back and causing her to close her eyes. Laughing happily, she twirled as if dancing with the breeze. She was most obviously not aware of the eyes that followed her, watching her every move, how they hungrily searched her face as she lay down in the grass and stared at the sky. She was lost in her own sea of thoughts, which seemed to make her happy.

The black haired boy turned away from this lovely sight and made his way down the hill, wishing he was the subject of the thoughts that flashed through the mind of the girl he loved, the girl on the hill. Tears stung his eyes and he bit his lip to stop them from flowing; it was unmanly to cry. He kicked the stone in front of him and it rolled down the hill, far away from him. He continued to walk, now lost in his own thoughts. Atleast they were friends this year. Atleast he got to stare into those green eyes of hers and talk to her as he would any of his best friends. But he wanted more. He wanted to be able to hold her and stroke her hair and kiss her lips and be the one to make her happy. Life was unfair...but he should be happy with what he had.

He didn't hear footsteps behind him but he heard the soft voice, so familiar to him, as she called out his name and asked him to wait.

"James! I didn't know you were here. You should have joined me." Her eyes twinkled joyfully but lost their shine as soon as he didn't answer with his usual witty remark. "What happened? You look so sad and like a lost puppy!" She reached out and put her hand on his shoulder.

"I...uh...I'm fine, Lily! Really!" he answered in order to please her, the contact making it difficult for him to think.

But she didn't believe him, " James Potter, don't lie. Something's troubling you. Now tell me, what's the matter? After all, what are friends for?"

And that word was responsible for the words he uttered next, something that he had managed to hide all year, "Friends! That's the problem! I don't want to be just friends...I want to be so much more. I want to be able to hold you and kiss you and be the one to make you happy. I love you...I always have. I just hid it this year," he said the last words softly and added, "I'm sorry, Lily. I've been wanting to say that for a very long time. I guess I'll just go now." He gestured helplessly down the hill.

"Oh no you won't," she finally spoke, her voice full of some unreadable emotion.

He turned back and gazed into her eyes, suddenly full of a hope that was unsettling.

Holding his gaze she said, "I love you too."

Now he was suspicious, "Since when?"

She smiled slightly, "Since you stopped being an arrogant prat and asking me out. You see, I missed it. Then I realised that I loved you. But I didn't tell you because I thought you'd got over me. So will you ask that question that sprung to your lips every time you saw me before this year? Or will I have to ask you?"

"Will you go out with me, Lily?"

In answer she just wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.

"Does that answer your question, ?"

"Well...maybe if you do that again it will!" he smiled cheekily.

She hit him on the chest but kissed him again.

The wind blew around them, trying to get inbetween so it could brush her soft skin once again. But after five minutes of trying, it gave up. Shaking its head and smiling slightly, it hurried away to give James Potter and Lily Evans some time alone.