Title: When Pigs Fly

Author: Destiny Alleria

Disclaimer: Do we really need this?

Notes: Just a little fluff. One shot in each chapter. The names of each chapter should give you a will be separate chapters on different clichés. Enjoy and review!

There she was: the perfect girl. Red, full lips, green eyes, burnt copper hair, a biting tongue and-

"Leave, you stupid git!" and a winning personality. I grinned at Miss Lily Ann Evans. Her lips were curled into a snarl, white teeth bared in a hissed word. She was amazing.

"You look especially beautiful today, Miss Evans. Did you do something with your hair?" I asked innocently, batting my eyes.

"No, Potter, now leave." She said, and despite her harsh tone, her eyes were twinkling. I may have annoyed and teased her for 6 years, but I could tell I was growing on her. That's me. The annoying git that everyone seems to like. Wait, what? I grinned at Miss Lily Ann Evans, while she struggled to keep her books from falling out of her arms. I should probably offer to help her, that's the manly thing to do. Or so my mom says. And what do moms know?

"Would you like any help, Miss Evans?" I asked gallantly, stretching out my arms to take off some of her load. Her nose wrinkled, and brow furrowed.

"I have it, Potter." She snapped, and I withdrew my hands. Told you moms didn't know anything.

"As you wish, Miss Evans." She sent a withering glare at me, and if I was a flower, I would have withered. But nope, I'm a weed. I keep popping back up where I'm not needed nor wanted. At least, that's what my dad said.

"Stop with the Miss, Potter. You're starting to freak me out." I once again blinked innocently.

"I'm sorry. Do you prefer Madam? Or maybe Mistress? Or maybe-"

"JUST- call me Evans. Or even Lilly. Just quit putting any title before my name. It's queer." I shrugged. I thought it was endearing.

"As you wish…Lily." She looked at me, half wondering if I was trying to patronize her. Which I was, but she didn't need to know that.

"Whatever, Potter. I have to go to class." She whirled around, and I took long strides to keep up with her. Her hair was swinging behind her, rhythmic and enchanting, but I strove to focus on her face, her perfect face. Her beautiful, wonderful, amazing face-

"POTTER!" I looked up, half wondering I was on the ground. And the other half of me was wondering why Lily was pinned underneath me.

"Potter! Get off!" she said, squirming, and I quickly jumped off of her, dusting off my pants and glancing at her sheepishly.

"What just happened?" I asked, and she sent another glare at me, didn't say anything, and walked away. I called after her.

"I guess right now isn't the best time to ask you to Hogsmeade?" her reply echoed back to me, full of promise- or a lack of it.

"I will date you, Potter, when pigs fly!"

This could be more fun than I thought.

-------------------------------------------------------------Lilly------------------------------------------------------------------

I was in my dormitory, changing into my nightgown, replaying again and again my conversation with Potter. Or, as I called him in my head now, James. His blushing requested followed me the entire day, and I regretted my reply. But I had reputation to uphold. One of hating James. Which wasn't true. Would that make me a hypocrite?

"Lilly, you looked preoccupied." A tender voice said near my right, and I turned to look at Anna, one of my dearest friends.

"I am a bit." I said, picking up my brush.

"About James?" she asked. I put down my brush without actually touching my hair with it.

"What else?" I muttered sarcastically, shaking my head. Anna peered at me, obviously seeking further insight. I sighed.

"I don't know what to do! I just can't date him." I tried to explain to her.

"Why not?" she asked again, and I could feel my eyes grow.

"Why not? Why not?! I'll tell you why not…" I couldn't think of anything. Anna sat there, smirking on her bed. I threw a pillow at her.

"Shut up." I groaned, turning over to bury my head in my pillow, then remembering I threw it at Anna. Great. She shrugged.

"Lilly, you need to do what you want to do. Not what everyone expects you to do. All the old sods here need some excitement in their life anyway." I turned to her.

"You're right. I do need to do this." I swung my feet over my bed, and my eyes passed the window. My double take would have been worth thousands if it was caught on video.

"What is that?!" I rushed to the window and a crowd of girls flew with me. Outside our narrow archway, several snowy white pigs were flying clumsily through the air. A smile grew on my face, and I rushed downstairs, obviously forgetting the fact I was in a skimpy nightgown. I landed softly in the common room, empty except for sixth and seventh years. A few of the 'tougher' males leered at me, and I blushed. I couldn't leave, I was searching for someone.

"Lilly?" A questioning voice asked, and I spun on more heel, right into the arms of a certain James Potter.

"Did you like it?" he asked mischievously , and I grinned.

"Yes, I loved it." His eyes warmed, and he drew me closer. I didn't complain.

"Will you go to Hogsmeade with me, now that pigs have flown?" he asked, and I laughed.

"Yes. I will." And with that, I kissed him. I only thought this would happen in dreams. But this is so much better.

So. What do you think? I know, a bunch of fluff, but cute fluff. Right? Right? Please read and review, it would mean the world to me. And help me think of more clichés!

Love,

Alleria