James had fallen off his broom during a Quidditch accident and was now lying asleep in the Hospital Wing. Lily walked in to visit a friend of hers and caught sight of him.
She laughed, a melodious tinkling sound, when she saw that Potter's hair still stuck out in all directions.
"Has he ever heard of a comb?", Lily wondered to herself. She gazed at him for a few minutes. Asleep like that, Lily saw that all his arrogance had been washed away. There was no smirk, but he looked vulnerable. Like just another 16 year old innocent boy.
She smiled and looked away. The next day she was less rigid towards him. At least he didn't call her a mudblood.