A/N: Well this is something I wrote while I was in class... In my defence, my teacher was eating C:
He grabbed my hand and took me to the dance floor. We waltzed, tangoed and fox-trotted across the hall. Half way through our last dance, he said, "Your dancing is impressive," "Thank you," I said back shyly, "Of course, you already know how I feel about your dancing," He smirked and said "Yes, well, all the little pure-blooded kids have to go to balls with their parents," He made a revolted sound and laughed humorlessly, "I feel like we've had this conversation before," I just nodded and we kept dancing until the music stopped. We looked around and found that every other person was watching us, silently willing us to continue, "Let's get out of here," He whispered in my ear. When I nodded, he, again, took my hand, and led me to the outside garden, where there were fountains that expelled water at regular intervals, creating a swishing sound that could rock you to sleep. Fountains, lights, flowers and fairies surrounded us when he did it. Our lips met, and all I could do was close my eyes, but, just like they came, they were gone. There only a second, but my lips were tingling. When my eyes opened, they opened wide with shock, my hand flying to my tingling lips, to make sure they wouldn't fall off. I looked at his eyes but they weren't looking at me, they were looking at the floor; he was nervous. I grabbed his hand and our finger intertwined, he looked up and our eyes met, and just like that we both smiled. We made our way to the closest bench, our grins never faltering. "I really like you," He said to me, "I want you to be my girlfriend, Lily Evans," I smiled even wider as I responded, "I want to be your girlfriend, James Potter," His grin widened into a beam, and we kissed again, this time longer and deeper, no longer just a peck. We didn't go inside until the early hours of the morning. And so, Lily Evans turned into James Potter's girlfriend.
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