Strawberry Kisses.

Challenge fic. In response to Megsy42's First Kiss challenge. Lily and James, of course! :D

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It was vague memories that drew me to him. The memories of being little kids running around throwing things at eachother were the best. Because, in one of those moments, I kissed the little boy whom I had loved. I had never kissed anyone before, I mean, I was six. We were little freaks, I must say. He had messy black hair and brown - actually, hazel eyes. I had long, curly, red hair, with green eyes. We couldn't be anymore opposite. He was tall for a little six year old, and I was tiny. We clicked, though. We were best friends.

I was lying under the big oak tree by my house, reading a kiddie novel. I think it was Junie B. Jones. I was eating a strawberry. I had to hold it with two hands, because it was a huge strawberry. I remember getting the juice on my chin, and starting to pout because I couldn't lick it off.

"I can get it off for you. I have a napkin!" James Potter ran into my garden, holding a napkin. He balled it up and threw it at my head. It was times like these where I had loved him most - he was always prepared. I had laughed and stood up to hug him hello.

When we stopped hugging, he planted a little kiss on my lips.

That's really all I can remember from him, because then he turned into a prat when he made friends of the same sex.

After we turned eleven, he had became secretive, and wouldn't talk to me. I had gotten a letter, saying I was excepted to a Wizard and Witch school. I couldn't tell anyone. I remember I had felt like an FBI agent, or something. I was hiding this big, big secret that nobody else could know.

But, I had seen him on the train. The big red train that we were going to the school on. It made me upset that he wouldn't tell me, but, then, I realized, that I never told him, either. I had forgotten about our kiss when we were six by then.

"James!" I shouted, chasing after him. I saw him whisper to his friends and laugh. Not noticing me, or ignoring me. I felt myself cry. I had ran into the bathroom on the train. That's all I remember of the train ride.

At the big feast, I remember putting the talking hat on my head. I was put into Gryffindor. I felt proud. They looked like the best group!

Nothing really happened between me and James. Only we were in the same 'house.' He had asked me out everyday, thrice a day, for six years.

That's when I had my second first kiss. Seventh year, graduation year. I couldn't really remember my childhood. But, I was sitting under the big tree at the lake. I was reading Hogwarts: A History, for about the seven-hundreth time. I was eating a strawberry. I had pouted because the juice was dripping down my chin.

"It's okay, Lily! I have napkins!" He balled one up and threw it at my head. I had scowled. He had pulled me from my blanket and kissed my strawberry-flavoured lips. It was the best kiss I had ever had. Not that I ever kissed a boy. I was pretty closed off. I kept to myself.

I had to admit, it was the best second-first kiss I had ever had.