This is my first James/Lily fic. I promised myself I'd stay away from it coz I'm not so big on reading them but heck. It was too enticing.

Hope you like it! And remember to review please, because I love all your comments and constructive criticism.

Love,

Tanx. ^_Q

Boy meet girl, Boy love girl

Chapter one - A meeting to remember!

Lily Evans was a strikingly pretty girl. She couldn't walk down a corridor without because noticed. But what made Lily Evans so special and attractive was that she was completely and utterly modest.

There were girls at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry that knew they were good looking, and they liked to flaunt it.

Lily was never like this. She would take nice comments as a compliment, but she would never use them against other people.

Miss Evans had many other people things about her that made people enjoy her company.

For one, she was completely devoted to the rights of less fortunate magical beings, (Hermione fans, does this sound familiar?!) And she didn't dress up to impress people. She dressed up because it made HER feel good.

Lily was just like any other girl you'd meet. She got very self-conscious at times, and she had her girly moments. Sometimes she'd sit in-front of the roaring fire in the Gryffindor common room and eat an entire bucket of Madam Rosmerta's special blend Butterbeer Ice-cream.

She had never had a proper boyfriend. Dates, yes. But no boyfriends.

Lily was a true romantic. She wanted walks by the lake, trips to Madam Puddifoots to hold hands and kiss over the sugar bowl, a boy who'd share her common interests - care of magical creatures, Divination, beautiful things . . .

James Potter liked none of these.

James was the kind of boy you'd stop to look at in a corridor not because he was handsome, but because he was attaching a firework to a suit of armour.

James liked playing jokes on people, playing Quidditch (he had been the seeker on Gryffindor team since his second year and was now Quidditch captain), and he adored to eat. Though James was one of those few lucky people who could eat however much junk food he desired and still never put on weight.

He had crisp brown eyes and completely untameable black hair that you could lose a Frisbee in and never get it back.

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Lily Evans and James Potter were never really close friends. In fact they'd hardly talked unless they were instructed to 'pass the Cauliflower cheese' and such at the dinner table.

However they were definitely destined to meet.

Lily was walking from the library holding a bundle of old tattered leather- bound books in her pale, thin arms.

Her knees were nearly bucking under the pressure and she looked like she would topple over, however one could not tell this from her facial expressions, as you could literally not see her face under the massive pile of books.

James was sniggering as he bit into a cream éclair that he had stolen from the kitchens. He was just striding past the library (which he had practically never set foot in) when he saw the struggling Lily.

'Need some help there, Evans?' He said, recognising her tousled red hair from the back, being unable to see her face.

'Oh. Umm . . .yeah that's be great, if you could.' She said, wobbling.

James took four large, heavy books off the pile and smiled at her, holding two books comfortably under both arms. He finished the cream puff and was even able to lick his fingers clean of the cream.

'Thankyou.' Said Lily appreciatively, breathing out a sigh of relief. 'I'd never have gotten to the tower without that.'

'No sweat.' Said James, smirking. 'So . . .where to, Madam?'

'Oh right . . .Gryffindor tower. I'm just doing some research on . . .

'Goblin rights and allowances of society and where the little things stand today. Right?'Said James, looking up at lily from the book cover.

'Yes.' Said Lily, looking sarcastically impressed. 'You read the cover, huh? I don't know why I hired that one. It's really rather stupid. And ever so bias toward the poor creatures.'

'Aha.' Said James, rapidly losing interest.

They climbed to many flights of stairs together, James showing no sight of Strain. Lily, however, was beginning to struggle again.

'I'll get that for you.' Said James, noticing this.

'Oh thanks. You're pretty handy, you know? Maybe you could help Filch out, I heard he's looking for an apprentice.'

'Aaah . . .no I don't think so.' Said James nervously. 'He umm . . .well let's just say I don't think he likes me.'

'And why would that be, James Potter?' Said Lily, teasing. She knew very well that Filch hated that entire group of boys. James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew were some of the most frequently uttered names by Mr Filch . . .when he was on a stakeout.

'I think you know the answer to that . . .okay never mind that Madam, we seem to have reached our destination.' James said, nodding his head towards the portrait of the Fat Lady.

'Oh Good. I can't wait to put these bloody books down! Oh . . .hi, Nick.' Said Lily, smiling and attempting to wave at the Gryffindor ghost.

'Ah . . .young love.' Mumbled Nick, floating past lightly.

'God.' Said James. 'Don't know what he was seeing.'

Lily frowned slightly, but covered it over with a cleverly timed cough. 'Yes. Well I'd better be off. Lots of research to do. See you.'

'Bye.' Said James, as he watched her mumble the password and climb in the hole. At that point he would usually have perved on whichever girl was climbing through the large hole, but this time it was different. He didn't need to perve, because he already liked what he saw. Inside and out.

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'No way.' Said Sirius, as he adorned his casual shirt. 'YOU hung out with that ice queen?'

'She is NOT an ice queen.' Said James, frustrated. He was hoping Sirius would take this more lightly.

'Ah . .James, I hate to break it to you mate but you were the one who called her that in the first place.' Sirius smirked.

'Well I was wrong then. She's really nice and really honest. And I . . .I like her. Fine, I said it.'

'Umm you really don't want to be getting involved with someone like Lily Evans, Potter. She's aah . . .she's really not your type, is she.?' Said Remus Lupin from inside his closed four poster curtains.

'Oh great, you too. Peter, please feel free to insult my feelings any time soon since you're the only one who hasn't yet.'

'I didn't say anything. I'm not saying ANYTHING this time.'

'Whatever. Look guys I'm going to dinner, I'll see you later.' Said James, undoubtedly disappointed in his friend's lack of enthusiasm for his new . . .well . . .crush.

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What did everybody think??? Did you guys like it? I'm a bit nervous about how this story will go down but I quite like it so far.

Review and I will get back to each of you personally, promise!

Love,

Tanx