The Proposal
James was nervous. He had liked Lily from almost the first moment he had met her, that day on the train. Back then she had been best friends with Snape. Snivellious. What had she ever seen in him? He was a horrible, snivelling coward, who's only goal in life was to make everyone just as miserable as he was. Luckily, in fifth year, she had realised that, and overnight they were no longer best friends. They were not even friends. She never spoke to him. Given half a chance, he would've tried to make up properly. It was his fault. Calling her a Mudblood.
It was getting late. James was worried that she had changed her mind. Glancing at his watch, he realised how late it was. He couldn't read it. Glancing around, he realised the sun was starting to set. It was beautiful, making the sky a deep purple. James stared, mesmerised.
'Beautiful, isn't it.' Lily came and sat next to him. They sat in silence for a while. 'It's an odd place for us to meet.' It took a moment to register what she was saying.
'Well, no one usually walks this way, and it's the best place in the grounds to watch the sun set. Also, it's hidden from anyone watching from the castle. We won't be disturbed.'
Silence again. That was another great thing about Lily. She didn't feel the need to fill silences with awkward, meaningless chatter.
Lily finally broke the silence. 'The question is, why did you bring me here?'
'I have a proposal. Become my girlfriend.'
'James!' Lily interrupted. 'You know how I feel about that. When you're by yourself, just me and you, you can be funny, kind, sweet. As soon as you're around other people, you're a completely different person. You're arrogant. You put people down, make them feel small, and that's not the sort of person I want to be with. I'm sorry, this was a mistake.'
Lily started to get to her feet. 'Wait, you didn't let me finish! Become my girlfriend, and I'll change. I'll grow up. I'll stop hexing people. Just please give me a chance!'
Lily stopped walking away. She stopped, and slowly turned to face him. 'I have a better proposal. I'll give you a week. Grow up, and show you can be mature, and I will go out with you. If you stay the same, and act just as immature, then you can forget us ever being together.'
With that, she walked away. James watched her go. A week to turn things around? Easy. He stretched slowly, and stood up. Glancing back at the sun one last time, he made his way slowly back to the castle. All in all, the night had gone quite well. Now all he had to do was 'be mature' for the next week. How hard could that be?