Disclaimer: Harry Potter's not mine and all that wonderful disclaimer-y stuff.
A/N: Ahaha! I'm back and (hopefully) better than ever! I was feeling silly this morning and decided to write a gasp Lily/James fic. Possibly one-shot. Depends on whether I decide that there's gonna be a plot or not. Ahaha, a rhyme! Anywho, I know I sound hyper, like I said; I'm in a silly mood.
Lily Evans strolled down the corridor, humming softly. She smiled as she passed fellow sixth years of the Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw houses. A nod of recognition was reserved for the few Slytherins that tolerated a Gryffindor.
She tucked a lock of her long red hair behind her ear as she opened her Transfiguration book to read while she walked. Out of the corner of her eye she saw someone standing in her way. She sidestepped but the person sidestepped as well. She closed her book and looked up, an apology coming to her lips as she looked up.
"Oh, it's only you, James," she said, the apology dying on her lips as she met James' rich brown eyes with her own sparkling emerald.
"Where are you going, Evans?" asked James, tilting his head to the side and looking generally adorable in Lily's personal opinion.
"I'm going to lunch," said Lily absently, thumbing through her textbook again.
"May I join you?" he asked, attaching himself to her side as she brushed past him. He looked over her shoulder at the book in her arms. Lily felt light-headed. James' cologne, she suspected, making a mental note to yell at him about it. Lily stopped and closed the book with a snap. James ran into her, knocking her forward a few steps. Lily steadied herself and resumed her annoyed stance, trying to erase the red from her cheeks.
"What do you want, Potter?" she snapped.
"Will you go with me on the next Hogsmeade trip?" he asked.
"I would rather re-pot juvenile mandrakes without earmuffs," she said with a sweet smile. James staggered back, clutching his chest in mock-pain.
"Oh you cut me too deep, Lily-Blossom," he said. Lily rolled her eyes and made a face at him as she walked away. James sighed and jogged after her.
Lily entered the Great Hall and made a bee line for the Gryffindor table. She slid into the spot next to her good friend, Juliet Edlbrook, or Josey as she was most often called.
"Hey Josey, did you finish your Transfiguration yet? I can't seem to find anything for that essay," complained Lily, resting her head on her hands. Josey shrugged.
"Not really. Who does their homework this early? It's not due until next Tuesday. I think James could help you," she said with a mischievous grin. Lily glared at her.
"I do not need help from James Potter," she said. As if summoned by the mere mention of his name, James appeared behind them. Lily jumped; she hadn't heard James coming closer.
"Just let me buy you a butterbeer or something," said James. Lily looked at him out of the corner of her eye. She was never good at resisting James' puppy dog eyes.
"No, Potter."
"Come on, Evans. I haven't even attacked any of the first years this week."
"Is that supposed to make me like you any more? Oh look, you managed to not act like a pompous, arrogant bully for seven whole days, and I should go out with you!"
"Well--no. I mean…Evans, come on."
"Your ego is bigger than that giant head of yours, Potter."
"All right kids, calm down," said Josey, putting her arm between the two. It was only then that Lily realized how close they were. Her nose was mere inches away from James'; she could see the flecks of hazel in his brown eyes.
"I'm practically begging you, Evans," he said after calming down. Lily pinched the bridge of her nose and rested her elbow on the table.
"What's the catch?"
"What? No catch, I swear," said James, his face lighting up.
Lily looked at him suspiciously. James smiled and Lily felt herself giving in. She relaxed her shoulders and looked him in the eye. Damn those eyes of his.
"One butterbeer, that's it."
"Really? I mean, great, I'll see you Saturday in the Three Broomsticks."
Lily felt herself smiling as he jogged away. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. Wait, what was she thinking. It was James. James Potter. Lily straightened and looked around to see if anyone had witnessed her caving to James. She wiped the smile from her face and opened her book again as she headed bent over her lunch plate.
"What was that all about?" chirped someone from behind her. Lily started and turned to see Cassie standing where James had been moments before.
"Does everyone in this bloody school want to sneak up on me today?" she snapped. Josey and Cassie just grinned.
"Well?"
"Don't you have Charms homework to do, Cass?"
"Yes, but what did James want," asked Cassie, a whine coming into the edge of her voice. Lily tapped her fingers on her book and bit her lip.
"She's finally going on a date with him," said Josey excitedly.
Cassie squealed with excitement, but Lily just rolled her eyes. It was only one butterbeer. It was only James Potter. James-unbelievably gorgeous-Potter with the sweetest smile and the way he always grinned at Lily and--
Lily shook herself and grabbed her book from the table. She grabbed a piece of toast and stood up.
"I have to finish this essay tonight or I'll never get it done," she said, sticking the toast in her mouth and walking away with her nose in the book again.
- - -
James got up and met her at the door. A short conversation took place and James took the book from her, flipping through the pages as they exited the hall. Nearly every head at the Gryffindor table was watching unbeknownst to them.
Cassie sighed theatrically and sank onto the bench next to Josey, who laughed lightly at the action.
"Ah, young love," said Cassie, clasping her hands together and sighing wistfully.
A/N: Hmmm, this looks like it might be just a little bit more than a one-shot. Eh, we'll see. Tell me what you think. Reviews are welcome.