"Evans," the black haired boy whined, "Why won't you?"
"Because, Potter," the slender redhead snapped, "I don't like you!" And with that, she turned to walk away. But, before she could, she heard him scream "Ow!" She spun around quickly, and caught sight of him, his hand over his mouth.
"What's wrong, Potter? Cat's got your tongue, again?"
"No, Evans," James said softly, he looked down, not allowing Lily to look into his hazel eyes.
"Then what's wrong?" Lily tried very hard not to sound concerned, but of course, she couldn't help it. It was just part of her character.
"I bit my lip," James said, an expression of pain on his face. "What do you want me to do, then?" Lily said, her expression of concern fading, but not completely. She put her hands on her hips, and stepped closer to him.
"I bit my lip, can you kiss it and make it feel better?" James asked innocently. Lily chuckled, and took another step closer to him, smiling.
James beamed. He silently prayed that what he said would finally get her to go out with him, or better yet, kiss him. She started to walk towards him, smirking.
Once she was merely one foot away, she leaned towards him. James closed his eyes in anticipation. The two were currently in the Gryffindor common room, and almost everyone in the room was gawking at them, eyes widening.
Their lips were just inches away, when Lily giggled softly.
"Nice one, Potter," she whispered, making James look at her in surprise.
And with that, she turned, and walked towards the girls' dormitories.