Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. The only thing I own is the plot and some OC's.

A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first fanfiction in English! I don't know how it'll turn out, but I really hope you guys will like it! Also, note that English isn't my first language, so there might be some spelling/grammar mistakes. Please forgive me if there are any. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! xx

Prologue: The Party

"And James Potter scores again!"

You could barely hear the voice of Lorcan D'Eath, the roar from the Gryffindor supporters were so loud that even the half deaf professor Logan had to cover his ears. It was the Quidditch final, and James Potter had just scored the leading point for Gryffindor, making it 40-30 against Ravenclaw.

Somewhere in the middle of the Gryffindors, a girl with red hair and emerald green eyes were cheering along with the others. She was in her seventh year, and I think most of you knows her name. Yes, the girl was Lily Evans. The sun was making her hair glow almost as strong as the enchanted banners that were flying above the Gryffindor supporters.

"I'm surprised, Lily," said a familiar voice in her ear.

Lily turned around slightly and smiled at Remus Lupin, the only boy among the four Marauders whom she could actually stand. James was arrogant and mean, Sirius as well. As for Peter, well, he barely talked, so she couldn't say much about him.

"Yeah? How come?" Lily asked as Sirius and one of the Ravenclaw chasers flew maybe ten feet above their heads.

"I thought you didn't like Quidditch," Remus said loudly.

"Well, then you don't know me. I love the sport, it's most of the players I'm not overly fond of," Lily replied, and yelled in chorus with the other Gryffindors when their keeper saved a goal.

"I thought you'd changed your mind," Remus pointed out when the noise went down slightly. "I mean, you've let both James and Sirius talk to you this year."

"Yes, but that's only because I'm sharing the Head Common Room with James and he was foolish enough to bring Sirius there." Lily didn't enjoy talking about the two troublemakers, especially not with their best friend. She remembered the time she'd asked him why he hung out with them during 5th year, and how he'd said that they were the only ones that truly understood him, and that he couldn't ask for better friends. Lily hadn't really understood him, but she'd left it there.

Remus was just about to say something when Lorcan D'Eath's voice interrupted him: "And yet another goal from the remarkable James Potter, folks! Man, I'm sure he could become one of the best chasers in the world!"

When Lily turned her head to look at Remus, he was gone. She tried to look over the heads of the people behind her, but she was too short to see anything. Instead, she shrugged and turned her focus back to the game. Ravenclaw was close to taking the lead during the entire game, but at last, the Gryffindor seeker caught the Golden Snitch, and the game was over.

Lily joined the entire Gryffindor cheering squad as they ran down to the pit, lifting up the team on their shoulders. Lily managed to get one hand around Sirius Black's calf, but she let go after a while, and just cheered instead.

"Party tonight in the Common Room!" Sirius and James roared, and everyone joined them. Even Lily, even though she didn't have any plans on going.

Even though professor McGonagall had told them to quiet down almost two hours ago, the party was still going on in the Gryffindor Common Room. Everyone was dancing, chatting and drinking Butterbeer or Firewhiskey, both fixed by Sirius Black. Well, everyone except one.

Lily sat on the stairs to the boys' dormitory, reading a book. She enjoyed the atmosphere, but she didn't participate in the celebrations. Cheering along with the others on the pit had been enough. Several times, people had came up to her, asking if she wanted something to drink or wanted to dance. Polite as she was, Lily had nicely disobeyed all the different offers. Well, until something happened.

"You're so boring, Evans!" Lily looked up from her book, seeing Sirius Black making his way through the crowd toward her.

"There are different kinds of boring, Black," she replied calmly, returning to her book, only to have it snatched out of her hands.

"Yeah, but your kind of boring is just too much," Sirius complained, looking in her book upside down. Lily could tell he was far from sober. "Here, I'm ordering you to drink this." He handed her a half full glass of what Lily suspected was firewhiskey.

"What makes you think that I'll drink this?"

"Either that, or I'll make you snog Prongs," Sirius grinned.

"How are you supposed to do that?" Lily asked, a bit annoyed.

"Oh, I have my ways." Sirius's smirk gave Lily such bad vibes, she took the glass and drank. The liquid burned in her throat, and she coughed. But after a few seconds, she felt the rush she'd heard her friends talk about. She felt like she was full with energy, and stood up.

"Do you have more of this?" she asked Sirius, twisting the empty glass in front of him. Sirius laughed, and he gave her her book back. Lily just put the book on the stairs.

"C'mon, Evans." Sirius never seemed to stop smirking. "Let's get you some more firewhiskey."

Drink after drink went down Lily's throat, she didn't seem to be able to stop herself. Her vision turned blurry after the fifth drink, and she stumbled across the dance floor, trying to keep herself standing. She giggled at absolutely nothing, and her conversations weren't very long. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, easy there, Evans."

Lily turned around, and found herself three our four inches away from James Potter.

"Hello there, Potter," she giggled, hiding her mouth with her hands.

James chuckled, shaking his head. "Evans, you're totally wasted."

"No I'm not!" Lily objected, putting her index finger on James's chest. That just made James laugh out loud.

"I don't believe that for a second. If you were sober, you would've walked away from me by now."

Lily didn't reply to that, since the sober part of her knew it was true. It annoyed her that James seemed to know her better than she knew herself. But as she tilted her head to the side and examined him, she noticed he was far from sober, too. She sniffed lightly, and she could feel how his breath smelled alcohol.

"What about a dance, ey, Evans?" James suggested as a new, pump up song started to play. Lily stood on her heels for a while, thinking about what to say. Should she let him dance with her? Or should she say no and go to bed? The sober part of her wanted the latter, but her mouth wanted something else.

"Sounds good," she said, grabbing his hand. James's gaze went from her face to their hands, then back to her face. He was grinning now.

"Let's go then," he said, pulling her along to the middle of the dance floor. He grabbed both her hands and began to dance with her. Their steps were awkward at first, but as the song ended and a new one began, they seemed to melt into each other. Their bodies moved perfectly against one another – which is pretty amazing considering the amount of alcohol they both had been drinking – and they just danced without stopping. They danced for five whole songs, so when a slower one finally came on, they were both sweaty and panting.

"May I?" James asked, gently putting his hand on Lily's waist.

"Yes," Lily smiled as she put her arms around his neck, taking a step closer to him. Something she'd noticed was that during the whole time they'd been dancing, James hadn't stopped smiling. Lily wondered if the constant flirting had been serious, or just something he did because she was one of the only girls he couldn't have. She stopped thinking when James pulled her even closer, slowly moving in a small circle. She was tall enough to rest her head on his shoulder, which was nice.

"I like this," James said in her ear.

"So do I," Lily answered. She didn't want to move, she wanted to stay here. It felt safe, it felt right. Maybe it was her drunken self that was thinking, but right now, she didn't care. She lifted her head from James's shoulder and met his hazel brown eyes. Her eyes flickered down to his lips, and before she knew it, they were pressed against her own.

The kiss was sloppy and had way too much tongue for Lily's taste, but she kept on kissing him anyway. She felt his hand on her cheek, and she moved her arms from his neck to his chest, her hands grabbing his neck. As James's legs started to move, she smiled.

"You want to go back to the Head's?" she breathed as she kissed him again.

"I'd love to go back to the Head's," James answered as he broke their kiss to make his way towards the portrait hole. Lily couldn't stop herself from giggling as the portrait swung open and James pulled her outside with him. He spun her around and kissed her again. Lily took a small jump so she could put her legs around his waist, making him carry her towards the Head common room.

By the time they got there, Lily had managed to pull James's shirt over his head, leaving him in just a t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

"Your room or mine?" James asked breathlessly, putting Lily down so he could catch his breath. Carrying a girl from one common room to another whilst kissing her really took your breath away.

"What about the sofa?" Lily giggled, pulling James towards the fire.

"No," James said, somewhat firmly. "I'm not sleeping with you on a sofa. A bed, or nothing at all."

Lily rolled her eyes at him. "You're no fun! But fine, your bedroom."

James grinned and picked her up again, carrying her up the small staircase to his bedroom. What happened next, I think everyone knows.

A/N: End of the prologue! I really hope you guys enjoyed it, and please leave a review so I know what I can improve, and so I know someone's reading so I can bother publish another chapter. xx