Hey! It's been awhile since I published anything. But I had a little inspiration to write a Jily oneshot (because, as we know, I love Jily.)

As usual, I own nothing, it all belongs to JKR.

Lily should have been thrilled to be paired up with James Potter in Potions. They had been friends since the previous year, and as the Head Boy and Girl, they had become closer. And of course, she had developed feelings for him. But of course he didn't know that.

She was thrilled initially when Slughorn paired them up. Until he announced exactly what potion they would be brewing, and everything inside her screamed "Oh shit!"

Amotentia.

"Evans, hey Evans?" James' voice called her out of her thoughts.

She shook herself. "Sorry, what?"

He grinned a little at her. "Are you ready? You're the talent here."

"It's not that hard," she muttered.

"Neither is Transfiguration," he shot back.

They laughed at each other as they gathered their ingredients, then set to work.

Lily took the lead, ordering James around as if he were a child, which made him laugh and nearly mess up.

"Be careful!" she shrieked.

He laughed. "It's going to be fine, Evans."

"It has to be perfect!"

"And why's that? So you'll be able to smell it?" He waggled his eyebrows at her.

"No, tosser," she giggled, poking him. "To keep up my perfect Potions marks."

"Which is clearly more important than finding out what smell attracts you."

She shrugged. "That's just a side bonus."

They finally finished, the fumes rising perfectly.

"Can you smell anything?" Lily whispered.

"I would be able to, but you're wearing gallons of perfume, so I can't."

"Says the one wearing the entire world's supply of cologne!"

"Lily," he said quietly. "I ran out of cologne last week."

She felt all the color rush out of her face. "I didn't have time to put perfume on this morning," she said in a barely audible whisper.

His jaw dropped slightly. Lily had the sudden urge to snog him senseless, but this was James sodding Potter! How would it look if suddenly the enemies turned friends became an item?

Grabbing her books, Lily ran out of the room, with James on her heels.

"Evans! Evans, wait!"

She kept running, trying to get away from him, the Amortentia, and the whole bloody situation.

"Lily!" James' hand grasped around her wrist and turned her around.

"Damn it, Potter, can't you see that I don't want to talk right now?!" she exclaimed.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly, hurt flashing across his face as he released her arm. "I'll let you go."

He started to turn to walk away, and it was her turn to grab his wrist.

"James, I'm sorry. I'll talk to you."

He turned to face her. "I don't really know what to say," he confessed. "You—you smelled my cologne?"

She nodded, blushing fiercely.

"I mean, I'm chuffed that we've finally become friends, but I thought that maybe a part of you hated me still," James admitted sheepishly.

"I never hated you, I just didn't like you. At all."

"And now?" He took a small step closer.

"And now?" she repeated breathlessly. "I fancy you. Like mad."

A smile spread across his face. "Then there's only one thing to say."

"And what's that?" she asked, giggling slightly.

"Will you go out with me? If it's between me and the giant squid?"

She laughed and threw her arms around his neck. "I think you know the answer to that, Potter."

And then she did what she had wanted to do for what seemed like ages.

She kissed him.