Just something small that I wrote about how James and Lily get together. Hope you like it! Also RL/SB hinted.

"Why doesn't she like me, Siri?" James asked in despair, his head in his hands. They were sat in the common room mid-afternoon on a Saturday; they had started their seventh year, and James had already been trying to conquer Lily's heart.

"Hmm. Maybe it's because you stalk her?" Remus Lupin piped up from next to Sirius, without even looking up from the book he was absorbed in.

"I don't stalk her!" James protested, "I just have an... Interest... Right, Pads?"

"Hmm..." Sirius was staring at Remus beside him; the werewolf hadn't realised. "Sorry, what?"

"Padfoot..." James just gaped at his friend. "Look, please stop crushing on Remus for a minute, and tell me what to do!"

"I don't crush on Remus!" Sirius said, indignantly, a faint blush on his cheeks. Remus' ears had turned red, and his eyes had stopped moving over the page, even though he continued to stare down at the book.

"So what should I- No, wait! What was that thing that Muggle bloke said when he got it, the Greek one, Remus Black?" James asked, excitedly.

"Eureka?" Remus asked. James nodded and leapt up, shouting the word at 100 decibels; he raced out of the common room door, yelling a thanks behind him, and telling them to meet him in the courtyard in 20 minutes. "Wait..." Remus mused, after Prongs had disappeared. "Did he just call me Remus Black?"

"Okay everyone!" James shouted to the courtyard. He noticed with amusement that Remus and Sirius had turned up separately to Peter. "Oh, for..." He muttered, as everyone ignored him. He cast a quick 'sonourus' charm on himself. "Shut it!" He yelled. That got everyone's attention.

"James Potter!" A shrill cry came from beneath him, and Lily stood there, her Head Girl badge on her jumper, and her hands on her slim waist. "What on Earth do you think you're doing?!"

"Quietus," James whispered, pointing his wand at his throat. "Why, Miss Evans... This is all for you!"

"What is?" She growled. Instead of answering her, James turned at raised his arms, flicking his wand at a couple of baskets.

They exploded with huge bangs, and fireworks that could be seen in the daytime shot into the air, spelling out the words, 'Lily Evans, will you go out with me?'. James turned back to see Lily, her mouth in a small 'O' as she gaped at the sky; the fireworks reflected in her beautiful green eyes, and her red mane blew gently in the wind. The display finished, and the words fizzled out; the entire courtyard went silent and hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at the couple in the middle; James stood on a bench, Lily still in, what seemed to be, a state of shock.

"Now or never," James told himself under his breath. He stuck his wand in his belt and jumped off the bench, coming to a stop in front of her. "Lily Evans," Breathe James, breathe, "Will you go out with me?"

"Oh, James..." Lily whispered, resting her hands on his shoulders; his hands slipped onto her waist. "Yes."

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