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J: Evans?
L: Potter.
J: Would you like to come with me on a splendid date to the resplendent village of Hogesmeade this weekend?
L: Merlin, are you alright?
J: Evans!
L: Yes?
J: You look bored.
L: No, actually I was reading this book Remus -
J: Blah Blah Blah, nobody cares. The point is I have a great idea to take away your boredness!
L: First of all its boredom, and like I said I am not bored, I'm reading...
J: We could go to Hogesmeade!
L: Are you even listening to me?
J: So, what do you say?
L: No.
J: Come on, it'll be fun!
L: You know what else will be fun?
J: What?
L: Trying out that new Bat Bogey hex we learnt.
J: Okay, I'll leave.
J: Evy!
L: Do NOT call me that.
J: It's gotta ring to it.
L: Just leave me alone for Merlin's sake.
J: Wanna come with me to Hogesmeade? Don't wanna be all alone on Valentine's day, do you?
L: I have a date.
J: Not anymore.
L: What?
J: He won't come.
L: How do you know?
J: Er - gut feeling
M: Hey, Lils! Joseph said to tell you that he can't make it. He's vomiting slugs for some strange reason.
L: POTTER! POTTER, COME BACK HERE!
J: Flower!
L: …
J: It's that time of the year.
L: Err?
J: When I ask you out.
L: Strangely, I don't find it much of an annual event.
J: Well, what do you say?
L: I say... wait for it...no.
J: Lilykins!
L: Oh, how I wish I could have the same levels of enthusiasm as you.
J: Would you do yourself the honour of going on a date with the new Quidditch captain?
L: Well, when you put it like that I can't help but feel...
J: Feel what?
L: You really are a prat.
J: Roses are red. Violets are blue. Sugar is sweet and so are you. Would you like to go on a date with me, I promise I'll be as romantic as romantic can be
L: Gryffindors wear red. Ravenclaws wear blue. Pizza is cheesy and so are you. So like I said before, stop asking me out and walk out that door.
J: Evans! Evans! Evans!
L: Merlin, what's wrong?
J: There's a massive problem.
L: What is it?
J: My heart stopped.
L: I thought you said there's a problem.
J: Ignoring the snide remark you just made, I beg you to help me.
L: Mhmmm. How?
J: Go with me to Hogesmeade.
L: And that'll help how?
J: The feel of your hand caressing my face as we sip butterbeer, everything will be alright.
L: …
J: Ow...OW...OWW! Gosh woman, do you know what caressing is?
J: Lils!
L: James.
J: How are you?
L: I was fine until you came along.
J: How about we walk out that door together?
L: How about you shut up?
J: How about we kiss?
L: How about I kick you?
J: How about a date?
L: How about you leave?
J: Evans, go out with me.
L: Potter, get out of here.
J: Evans, look what I got you.
L: What? What did you...No. Get away from me this moment.
J: It's not going to eat you.
L: Just get it away from me.
J: Don't be a wuss, Evans.
L: I am not a wuss. I simply do not want that ...that...that thing near me.
J: Just because it's a plant doesn't mean you can insult it.
L: Potter, if you take one more step I will hex you.
J: Don't be silly. It's all in the spirit of the holiday.
L: James Potter, you get that enchanted mistletoe away from me this moment or you will be in the hospital for the next two weeks.
J: Don't be a festivity killer.
L: Repulso!
J: Aaaaah! What's wrong with you lady? Somebody take Evans to Mungos!
L: James?
J: Yup.
L: I...uh...I was wondering...
J: My, my, Lily Evans nervous.
L: Willyougooutwithme?
J: Sorry?
L: You heard me
J: Ummm...actually I didn't.
L: I am not saying that again.
J: Okay.
L: Potter!
J: Yes?
L: Will you go out with me?
J: Me?
L: No, I was asking Slughorn.
J: Well, I think he'll say yes, I've always said he's got a soft spot for you.
L: James, will you just answer the bloody question?
J: Hmmmm...well...lemme see...
L: James!
J: No.
L: No?
J: No.
L: Oh, okay, I understand. I don't know why I asked. I was being stupid. This is awkward. I'll leave now.
J: No, you can't.
L: Why?
J: I have to ask you something.
L: What?
J: Will you be my girlfriend?
L: What? I just asked you and you said no. Stop playing games with me.
J: It had to be me. I had to be the one to ask. It's proper that way.
L: You're a misogynist pig.
J: You love me anyway.
L: Yeah, keep telling yourself that.
J: So, it's a yes?
L: Yes.
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