"And remember, that when the Wizard Baruffio said s instead of f, he ended up on the floor with a buffalo on his chest!" Professor Flitwick squeaked as the class began to file out the door.

I sighed, mumbling "Classes and schoolwork will be the life of me one of these days…"

"Is that so Evans? I didn't know that wonderfully talented felt that way about dear old Flitwick."

"Sod off Potter. " I was certainly not in the mood to deal with his pestering today.

"Ah, but Evans, you don't understand!" he exclaimed. "It'd be the life of me if I simply, as you so eloquently put, 'sod off'. He grinned that annoyingly devious grin at me.

He had cornered me into an empty hallway, how I don't know. I guess with so much on my mind…

"Whatever Potter. I'm late so move." I said vehemently, for he had cornered me into a narrow passageway behind a tapestry, I had never even known was there.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing Potter?" I raged, trying to hide my sudden nervousness. He was too close, much too close.

"Ah Lily my dear, I'm simply stealing a moment alone with my favorite fiery red head, love." He smirked, at his words.

"And who would that be Potter?"

He was suddenly ever so much closer, his warm breath tickling my neck. His flyaway, jet-black hair tickled my nose. His brilliant hazel eyes stared into my green, his gaze intense. It was then I realized the flecks of gold in his eyes.

"Who do you think Evans?" he whispered roughly into my ear.

He grabbed my wrists, and I jumped at the motion, and he gently loosened his grip. He brought my right arm up to his mouth, twisting my arm inwards, and kissed my wrist. At the touch of his soft lips chills went down my spine, his electric touch, his brilliant eyes glowing. I bit my lip trying to suppress a shudder.

My eyes widened at what he had just done. Never, had Potter been so, so bold. Never had he radiated such a magnificent glow, his eyes were sparkling, the glint of mischief buried deep, but still twinkling in and out.

"I've waited so long Lily. Too long. And now I'm just about to give up." There was a hint of anger in his voice, frustration. His hazel eyes, were darkening the golden flecks standing out even more.

"When are you going to realize what he have going between us?! When are you going to realize who I really am? What if I'm not just the stupid pranker I used to be Evans? When---

His rant was interrupted by my lips on his. I was surprised at my own boldness, shocked that I was finally returning years of what used to be spurned advances.

But it didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was his lips on mine, his soft, smooth lips molding to mine. I knotted my hand in his hair and he grabbed my waist, pulling me closer, his kiss filled with passion, emotion, rage. How could a kiss like that be so gentle?

But who bloody cares? As long as he was mine…

We pulled apart, gasping for air, his smirk was maddening, but kind of cute too. His hazel eyes were bright as I'm sure my green ones were as well.

"I think I've taken the hint…"