Disclaimer: Anything that relates to JK Rowling's ingenious creation 'Harry Potter' is in no way mine, nor do I claim to own it, which would be sheer stupidity.

Author's Note: This fic is a response to a challenge set by CubanSombreroGal, in which I must include a certain instruction in each chapter, this chapter's instruction is: Must include their first kiss. That doesn't sound too difficult! This fic will span the marauder's 7th year. I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter One.

Lily doodled lazily on a side piece of parchment, her eyes slightly unfocused; her mind certainly not on Professor Binn's droning hollow voice. She was generally quite good at History of Magic, although since returning to Hogwarts after the summer, her mind had been wandering more and more and she was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate. Her mind seemed to be a paper plane that a certain someone had shaped into a glider, so that it floated aimlessly on a soft autumn breeze. She found her lack of motivation and concentration particularly frustrating but at the same time could do nothing to stop it. It was particularly frustrating because she was now Head Girl and was suppose to be setting a role model performance as a gifted student and a trustworthy listener. Yet from the moment she stepped foot into the prefect's compartment on the Hogwart's Express and seen James Potter with a rather pale face and a Head Boy badge pinned to his robes, nothing had been the same. It was like walking into a dream, and the fog still hadn't lifted three weeks into the semester, James was still Head Boy, although his face was slightly less pale.

They were forced to do everything together: hold prefect meetings together, tutor students together, patrol the corridors together, place notices up together, award student's detention together, eat meals together, together, together, together. All this togetherness was driving Lily into a slight state of insanity. The most frustrating thing though, was that James Potter was being quite the gentleman about the whole situation, he hadn't even asked her out for the entire time, he didn't pinch her bum, he didn't try to sneak love potions into her coffee, he didn't even make stupid remarks about her 'endless beauty'. It was the strangest thing, and Lily couldn't quite get her head around it all. She was angry at him for not being Remus, who should have been Head Boy because he had been her fellow prefect and who she enjoyed conversing with. She was angry that he was being so nice all the time, listening to her with a polite smile, holding the door open for her, making her coffee when she was tired. She was angry at Dumbledore and the way he knew that she hated it and the way he looked at her as if he knew she could handle it. But she was angry mostly at herself, at the way she smiled at James in return, at the way she laughed at his jokes, and at the way she actually enjoyed his company. She was angry at the way she was slowly falling in love with him. James Potter, the boy she had always sworn to dislike, the boy she thought she had absolutely nothing in common with, the boy who thought he was just so good at everything. James Potter, her equal, her friend, her little crush. It was all so ridiculous.

Startled out of her ponderings by the lunch bell and the students around her that was packing their things away, Lily stood up. Had she really just made those absurd conclusions in her paper plane mind? Mentally hitting herself over the head she joined her fellow classmates in the corridor, finding herself once again next to James Potter.

"I didn't see you take a single note in that class Lily, it was most un-studious like of you!" James said, falling into an easy step beside her.

"Hmm I think I might be getting sick" Lily muttered, lifting her green eyes to his hazel ones, unable to procure a sensible answer.

"Come on then, I'll walk you the hospital wing, Pomps will have a nice disgusting tasting potion for you I'm sure."

Unable to control her feet she found herself nodding and walking with her loathed enemy towards the hospital wing. They were quite alone, everyone was by now in the Great Hall munching on lunch. Lily became painfully aware of just how deserted the corridors were, just how close James was, just her nice he was being. Taking sneaked glances towards him she noticed how nice his cheekbones were, and the angle of his chin was quite pleasing. Stopping up short she stood horror stuck.

"I think I'm quite ill."

James paused too, clearly alarmed at how odd she was behaving.

"It's just a little bit further; do you think you can make it?" He had placed a hand on her shoulder, it felt warm and fuzzy.

"I think I need to sit down." Lily lowered herself down the stone wall, trying to work out her muddled mind; she was falling in love with James Potter. He was making her feel dizzy, it wasn't the heat, or the boring class, or the fact that she was quite hungry, it was him. He was making her feel that way and as hard as she tried, she couldn't stop it.

James stooped down next to her, his warm hand still on her shoulder, she was painfully aware of it now, they way it almost fit there.

"Geeze Lily you look a bit pale! Should I go and get Pomps and you can just wait here? I won't be long." James was clearly completely unsure of how to act.

"No, I'm fine" she lifted her eyes again to his; startled at how close they were, their noses were almost touching. She felt a slight spasm in her stomach, she felt warm and cold. Her eyes moved to his lips, the amazingly close lips, they were just sitting there, so wonderfully red.

"I just need to …"

Without thinking of the consequences, Lily closed the distance between them and planted her lips firmly and decisively onto his. She could almost feel how surprised James was, yet his mouth did not for a second leave hers, he took her head in his hands, tangling his fingers in her hair, pulling her closer into him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling her own hand move into his hair. It felt like a dozen blissful years before they pulled apart, Lily moving a hand to her tingling lips. James let out a little noise, perhaps it was a sigh or an exclamation, Lily couldn't really tell.

"Blimey Lils, you should feel sick more often!" James let out a little awkward laugh; she could feel his breath on her face, clinging to her eyelashes.

Lily let out a little giggle in return before wrapping her arms around him again, pulling him onto the floor beside her.

"Shut up and kiss me again!"

Author's note: wow, I can't believe I just wrote something so fun and uplifting! I generally write angsty soulful stuff, I just had to add this little author's note to let you all know how surprised I am at myself. Please review, it really does put sunshine in my life.