Summary: James has a guilty little secret that he keeps to himself…but he ends up telling Lily. Could it bring the two completely different people closer together?

Disclaimer: None of it belongs to me! Property of J.K. Rowling.

"There's a boy at the door for you!" Lily's mother yelled from the stairway. "Not too bad looking, either," she added with a wink as Lily hurriedly stumbled past her down the stairs.

She nearly slammed the door shut in his face when she saw who stood in the doorway. It was none other than the messy-haired, popular Quidditch-star, James Potter. Guiltily, he shifted his eyes from side to side, as if checking for potential eavesdroppers or witnesses.

"What do you want?" Lily scowled. "And stop looking around like that. What, do you think you're in a spy movie or something?"

"Well, the thing is…" James trailed off, looking behind his back and making sure nobody was around.

"You want to ask me out? What happened, did you run out of Quidditch groupies?" Secretly, Lily was flattered. Although Potter seemed to be all brawn and no brains, he was clearly one of the most handsome guys in the entire school. And who knows, maybe she could tutor him, and maybe he wasn't a complete jock and idiot.

"NO!" James exclaimed. "I-i mean, we don't really know each other, and you're not the kind of girl I normally date. Not to say that you aren't pretty…" he fumbled for a proper way to reject her without offending her. "Look, can I just come in?"

"Fine." Lily stepped to the side to let him enter.

He glanced behind himself again to check if anyone was watching, and quickly stepped over the threshold into her house.

"And would you please stop doing that?" Lily rolled her eyes. "It's sort of disrespectful. Almost like you're embarrassed being seen with me or something."

James ignored her and hurriedly closed the door behind him. "So, the thing is, I'm looking for something that I think you have."

"What is it?"

"It's probably in your bag."

"Yeah, I'll go get it when you tell me what I'm supposed to be looking for."

"Just go get your bag and I'll check if it's in there!"

"No, first tell me what the hell it is you want from me!"

"Everything all right down there?" Lily's mother looked down from the top of the staircase.

"It's fine, I was just showing him on his way out," Lily huffed.

"Yes, everything's okay, Mrs. Evans," James shouted back. "By the way, I'm James, nice to meet you!"

"Oh, how wonderful! You must be the Potters' son, tell your parents I said hello!" Lily's mother replied.

"You know my parents?" James asked.

"Yes, I'm in the same yoga class as your mother."

"Wow, what a small world!" James laughed.

"Okay, that's enough sucking up to my mom," Lily interjected quietly so her mother couldn't hear. "Now get out."

He nervously ran a hand through his unruly hair. "Evans, I'll keep coming back if I don't get what I want."

"Well, then, would you please tell me what it is that you want?" Lily sarcastically emphasized the 'please', completely exasperated by James's childish display.

"Fine then…I'll tell you…" James lowered his voice and began speaking in hushed tones.

Silly as it was, Lily unconsciously found herself leaning in closer to better hear him. It wasn't as if anyone was there to eavesdrop on their conversation, anyway.

"All right, Evans, I know whoever it is that has it, it's most likely going to be you," he whispered.

"I don't sell powdered dragon claw, if that's what you mean," Lily retorted, shocked that he thought she used intelligence enhancers.

"No! That's not what I meant at all," James shook his head. "All right, I might as well say it. Do you have the library's only copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard?"

A/N: It's my first try at romance, so feedback would be appreciated! =]

EDIT: Added Disclaimer, cool line breaks are cool.