Disclaimer: I do not own HP.
Lily Evans was lying down on the Quidditch pitch, looking up at the vast starry sky above her, when she heard quiet movement on the grass beside her. "Hi," said a voice, impossible for her not to recognize. "What are you doing here at midnight?"
The redhead was mellow tonight, so she responded to James Potter like any other normal girl. Scratch that, like a nice Lily Evans. "Just thinking," she turned to him and looked at his hazel eyes. "What are you doing here at midnight?" Lily repeated the question directed to her.
"I was just wondering--" James suddenly looked nervous. His eyes went wide and began to twitch. "I'll just go to bed now, I'm getting kind of tired. Night, Evans." He started to walk away from the Quidditch pitch when he heard Lily whisper something he didn't catch. He shrugged it off and headed back to the boys' dormitory.
Lily stared after James. James, James, James. Merlin, help me. I think I like Potter. Have the demons got me and possessed me into a Potter fan? Lily thought and began to feel nervous because of it. She absolutely hated Potter! He did things that might just be enough for Lily to strangle him. And worse enough, she said she hated his guts. Daily. Out loud. Loud enough for the other houses to hear when Potter asks her out. Everyday. Him and his 'Marauder' friends, as they like to call themselves never seem to fail on devoting a plan that might make Lily say yes.
Lily decided she'd had enough of Potter and his foolish ways. That was probably one of their ridiculous plans to make me go out with him. Well too bad. He finally met a girl that he couldn't impress. Lily Evans, you will never go out with James Potter. Why? Because he's an arrogant toe-rag, egotistical douche bag, and-- wait a minute... JAMES POTTER DID NOT ASK ME OUT TODAY.
"JAMES POTTER DID NOT ASK ME OUT TODAY!" Lily shouted across the Quidditch pitch. Then she felt an unexpected urge to ask James Potter why he didn't. She wanted to punch him in the face, actually. Lily did not know why she felt this way, so she settled to be stubborn and try to ignore the fact that the boy who has been in love with her for years and has asked her out for one date everyday hadn't bothered to say the words "Will you go out with me, Lily-Bobilly?" today. So she sat up and walked back the girls' dormitory.
"Lily-Bobilly, my sweet pumpkin--"
"I'm not a pumpkin."
James blinked and rephrased his sentence. "Lily-Bobilly, my sweet bumblebee--"
"I'm not a bumblebee."
James blinked. Again. Then tried to rephrase his second sentence. "Lily-Bobilly, my sweet wife--"
"I'm not your wife!"
James grinned and kissed me. He kept a strong hold behind my neck with right hand and his left hand gripped my waist.
And I kissed him back.
Lily opened her eyes and looked around the room, making sure Potter wasn't in the same room as her. Blimey, what a dream. What's gotten to you, Lily? Me kissing Potter? Pathetic. Although he was acting fairly normal earlier. Odd.
Lily drifted off to sleep after too much thought on James.
-Next morning........
"Morning, mate." Sirius greets James after he sat at their table in the Great Hall.
James looks tired, with red, puffy, blotchy eyes. "Morning, Pad."
Sirius looked at his friend and examined him carefully. "Prongs? Have you been... you know... crying?"
James shook his head at a fast rate and rubs his hands in his eyes. "What? No, no... it's just the... dust,"
"You have."
"Have not."
"Did so."
"Nuh uh."
"Yes, you did. Times infinity!"
"It's the dust!"
"Don't care! You lost. I said infinity! Mwa ha."
"Okay, I did."
"Knew it."
James threw his head down the table, making a loud sound enough to wake up the grumpy first years. "Padfoot! If I wanted her to say yes to me for one date, I'd have to change personalities, right?"
Sirius looked confused but went on with his sad best friend. "Yes, you would have to."
James threw his hands up the air and balled his fists, raising them to the ceiling forwards and backwards. "BUT THAT WOULND'T BE THE JAMES POTTER THAT EVERONE KNEW, WOULD IT? I WOULDN'T BE THE JAMES POTTER THAT I KNEW!!!"
Sirius sighed and patted him on the back. "Prongs, I hate to say this but, I really don't think Evans is worth this. She's making you go crazy, mate. And not in a good way. If she was really interested in you she wouldn't make you struggle like this. She wouldn't want you to change. Just like you said, if you changed for her, that wouldn't be you. James Potter, do you understand me? She. is. Not. Worth. it."
James nodded at Sirius' point then started to shake his head again. "No, no, no. Lily is worth it. I know it, Padfoot. Just that she doesn't know it yet. I don't care if it takes me ten years to change. I will."
Sirius didn't respond. He just drank his pumpkin juice, thinking it might keep his mouth busy and not argue with his best friend. "I guess you shouldn't give up now, after all those years. But I still say you should start dating other girls. You know Mary MacDonald? I heard she goes all the way. Oh geez. I should date her. But I'll hook you two up, see how it goes."
"But but but but but..." James tried to argue, but Sirius simply shook his head and looked up the ceiling.
"Prongs, trust me. She'll do you good. Heck, any girl will do you good. Now, let's get you ready for a little prank with the Marauders. McGonagall will flip at this one." Sirius grinned, thinking of how they could pull a prank together with a simple jar of peanut butter and a hairbrush.