"Oh
come on Evans, I mean now that we're Heads and all that–"
"You
should at least call me Lily."
A gleeful grin crossed his face.
"I'll call you Lily if you go out with me."
She sighed. "Did
you not hear me last year when I said I'd rather date the giant
squid?"
He shrugged, "I'm awful good at transfiguration. I'd
be anyone for you."
"What about yourself?" She glanced at
him.
"Myself?"
"Yes. Without Black, without Remus, and
Pettigrew. Without the bloody golden snitch you always carry."
He
looked dumbstruck.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Later
Potter."
His eyes dart from side to side and he licks his
lips. "My favorite color is green," he blurts out in front of the
whole common room.
"I like my eggs scrambled, I hate pumpkin
juice, sometimes I find Quidditch boring, I want to be a muggle
sometimes, I want to work free-lance for the ministry, my favorite
muggle restaurant is McDonalds, I'm terrified of deep water, and…
yeah, that's it."
She arches her eyebrows. "Surely there's
more to you than that, Potter."
He smiles warily, so nervous he
reminds her of a first year Hufflepuff, "Care to find out?"