Disclaimer: If I was JKRowling, I would be writing the seventh book right now (or, more likely sleeping) so I'm obviously not her.

Our moment

Everyone seems to think us getting together was something dramatic and romantic. Just because it was a love-hate relationship at the beginning. People seem to think we were having an argument and then, suddenly, the sexual tension got too much and we kissed. Or that I finally agreed to go on a date so he'd stop bugging me and I 'discovered' he was actually a great person. Or he rescued me from something. But, of course, that's not what happened.

We'd been getting on better all year in sixth year. James seemed to grow up after what I later learned was the 'Snape Incident'. And he stopped asking me out ALL THE TIME. We became sort of friends I suppose. Anyway, on the third day of our Seventh Year, James asked if he could ask me something in private.

So he took me to the boy's dormitory. He'd kicked all his friends – and Sirius' date – out, so it was just us. And don't think it was romantic. Have you ever been in a room inhabited by six teenage boys? I swear there was one pile of clothes that was moving! Eewww.

I'd always found James attractive. That was one of the reasons he annoyed me so much. He was an idiot, he got on my nerves and yet he still managed to make me go weak at the knees with a grin. Of course, I've never admitted that to him. I might do it in front of people – he likes to do 'happy dances'.

Anyway, so there he was, looking all nervous. And he tripped over a bed post. And managed to land on me, hit his head on a book and swear all at the same time. Who says men can't multi-task.

He gets up, his face is bright red and he's swearing like a sailor. So I get up and I can feel my face heating up as well. James starts mumbling something and I asked him what he was saying. He blushed even more – and who says red-heads blush the most. James blushes way more than me – and finally goes "Oh piss it, do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me? As in a date?"

I was so shocked I had to sit down. Unfortunately for me, there was no chair so I just fell on the floor. In a plate of jelly. Something tells me I don't want to know what it was for or why it was there. And now it was all over my robes. So I took them off and was just in the jeans and t-shirt I always wore underneath this time of year – we live in a castle in Scotland. It was autumn. It was absolutely freezing! – and sat on Remus' bed. I knew it was his cause there was a book on the pillow.

James is apologizing like crazy, still tomato red (I've since found out that when he blushes, he blushes all over. But that's for another time). I'm in complete shock. I thought he didn't like me any more. So I decide that I am going to say yes. Well he was cute. However, our conversation ended up going like this:

"I'm ever so sorry; I didn't know it was there and …"

"Yes James, I'll go with you"

"I'm sure there won't be a stain. And even if there is, the house-elves can probably …"

"I said I'll go to Hogsmeade with you"

"Get it out, but if they can't I'll, I don't know what, but just tell me and …"

As you can see, it was like talking to a brick wall. In the end I used the most effective way of shutting James David Potter up (not that I knew it then). I kissed him. It wasn't the best kiss in the world. He didn't realise I was doing it for about ten seconds, and his glasses and my nose got it the way. But it was nice.

"I said I'll go with you to Hogsmeade James." I told him, when we'd finished kissing. He smiled. And yes, those of you who wanted to know, it did make me go weak at the knees.

It wasn't particularly romantic. It wasn't particularly dramatic. But it was our moment and I wouldn't change it for the world.

A/N: So, whaddya think? I haven't written a LilyJames in what feels like forever. Please review!