AN: I am totally making this up as I go along, so let me know if this starts to not make sense.
James walked briskly into the Gryffindor common room. He had a muggle medical journal that he yoinked from a seventh year Ravenclaw. He wasn't sure why, he just did. James figured that it was him being his impulsive self. He was about to toss it in the fire so that he could get the quaffle flying with his James-invited-only s'mores party, but held back when he saw something red.
As he sank into a squishy chair, squishing his marshmallows in the process, completely entranced with an article in the journal. Nothing could divert James from this article. Not even Peter stealing his chocolate bars.
When he was done reading, it was as though there was a lightning bolt shaped mark stamped into his forehead. Of course, such occurrences are impossible. There was no way in the fabrics of reality that people can have markings shaped like weather patterns. Nonetheless, James felt enlightened, empowered, and must share his newfound knowledge with the world...or his girlfriend.
Lily Evens sat in the library, in her usual spot by the restricted section, naturally. She was looking at book titles in between writing her potions, charms, and Ancient Runes essays simultaneously. She was determined to camp out next to the restricted section all night every night to crack down on the hooligan that had been sneaking into the restricted section and replacing books in the general section with books from the restricted section. If she, as head girl, did not crack down on this perpetrator, the school would be up to their knickers in dark magic users.
"Lily!" an all too familiar voice rang out. Lily looked up from her multitasking to see James running at her.
"Not now, James," Lily said. "I am trying not going to give into your distractions as Sirius breaks into the restricted section and swaps books. No matter how heated it gets."
James froze, "Lily, what are you talking about? Is that a tent?"
Lily looked over her shoulder at her makeshift shelter, complete with a coffee thermos and sleeping bag. "Yes. I am determined to crack down on you and your maraudering ways."
"Uh, I have nothing to do with this. In fact, the whole book swapping thing hasn't happened since we started dating," James paused. "Strange. It's like the two were related."
"They're not!" Lily cried indignantly, "what are you doing here?"
"Oh, I wanted to tell you that science is wrong."
"What?"
"Science, Lils, it is wrong," James nodded firmly as though the more he said it, the more he was determined to paint the town red with it. However, this left out the fact that Lily was more lost than a kangaroo at the North Pole.
"How is science wrong?"
"You are not an obsolete being."
"What made you think this?"
"Science said that the gingers are dying and people are hating gingers because nature has decided that they are obsolete in the gene pool. Well, I just want you to know that science is wrong," James took a steady breath and continued in a slightly choked up breath. "Just because you have a freak of nature hair color and porcelain skin color, doesn't mean I think you are not a beautiful, sexy, independent woman, casting landmarks wherever you walk!"
Lily opened her mouth and closed it at a loss of words. That was a compliment, right? Just smile and nod Lily, smile and nod.
Lily smiled and nodded like she knew exactly what James was going on about. She needed to act fast before the awkward fog settled in the library. "You wanna make out?"
"Hell yes! I should read med journals more often," James said, pulling Lily into her makeshift tent.
AN: there is chapter one for you all! I've decided that this story will be snippets from James and Lily's relationship. You know the one thing I love more than favorites and subscriptions are reviews so tell me what you think! I am open to chapter ideas. I don't own anything.