Lily was awoken in the early hours of the morning by the sound of loud music coming from the Common Room she and James, as the Head boy and girl, shared. Rubbing her eyes, she groggily walked out of her room to the top of the staircase, wondering what the hell was going on.

She was met by the sight of a very handsome – and very drunk – James Potter.

He was in the centre of the Common Room, swaying in large, clumsy circles to the music, his arms held out wide by his sides. He was wearing a suit – she'd never seen him in a suit. A black one, with a white shirt and black tie underneath his open jacket. He looked good, even she had to admit.

She quickly noticed Sirius sat on a couch by the fire, wearing the exact same outfit as James. He looked completely worn out, and was watching James sadly.

"Lily!" James called out loudly when he noticed her watching them, stretching his arms towards her as he continued swaying to the music.

She blinked, still waking up and surprised to see them. She would have gone completely mental at them waking her up, under normal circumstances,. Instead, she tugged on the cuffs of her bright pink flannel pyjamas, trying to find the right thing to say.

"Um... what are you doing back-?" She began to ask kindly, but could see Sirius shaking his head quickly at her. She tried to think how to quickly alter the question, but James cut her off.

"Mum didn't want me there," he said shortly. "I remind her too much of Dad."

Sirius sighed, pushing the dark hair that hung over his tired away from his face. "She did want you there James, you know she did," he insisted gently. "She's just upset."

Lily bit her lip, not knowing what to say. She made her way slowly down the staircase to join the two boys.

James ignored Sirius completely. "Come dance with me Lily," he said suddenly, still moving to his own beat that seemed to have no connection to the tune that was currently playing..

Lily hesitated. She had only began speaking to Potter on amicable terms a few weeks ago, and it wasn't even out of choice. She had to, really, when she had found out that as Head Girl, she was sharing living quarters with him, the Head Boy.

Again, Sirius sighed. "Mate, don't, you'll just get upset when she says no-" he began, but James rounded angrily on him.

"What? I've just buried my dad today, surely I'm allowed to have a dance?" he snapped, his hazel eyes suddenly flashing.

Alarmed by the sudden change, Lily moved quickly towards him, not wanting James to get anymore upset. "Sure," she said quickly, feeling painfully sorry for him. "Of course I will. You go if you want, Sirius. I'll make sure he's okay."

Sirius eyed her wearily, knowing how she had treated his friend in the past. "No, it's okay..."

"Honestly, go. It's late, and you're not supposed to be here anyway. You look knackered."

Sirius stood up slowly, watching as James pulled Lily close to him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face into her hair, almost collapsing onto her. His glasses pressed uncomfortably into her shoulder. She stood awkwardly beneath him, then gently patted him on the back, for lack of knowing what else to do.

"Go easy on him, Evans," Sirius said seriously, as he made his way out of the Heads Common Room. "Please."

She nodded, then turned her attention back to James as the portrait swung shut after Sirius.

"So, um... You scrub up nicely, Potter," she said softly, swaying them both slowly to the music that continued to play.

"James," he corrected her instantly, his voice muffled as his head was still buried into her shoulder "Please, please call me James."

"Okay... James," she agreed, the name feeling foreign on her tongue. "So, um... why the suit? I thought wizards wore dress robes?"

She felt him give a half hearted shrug. "My dad always preferred suits to robes," he said dully. "Said it made him feel more of a gentleman. Mum wanted me to wear one."

Lily nodded, but couldn't think of a response. They lapsed into a brief silence, before James sighed loudly.

"Oh, Lily. Lily, Lily, Lily," he murmured, almost singing the words. She felt him grind his hips ever so slightly into hers.

She didn't say anything, just pulled herself away a little, and carried on rocking him slowly.

"I love you," he sighed, twisting a lock of her dark red hair in his fingers.

She smiled slightly and rolled her eyes over the top of his head. "Pott – James, you do not."

"I do."

"You're drunk."

"I bloody do!"

" You hardly know me!"

He pulled his head up off her shoulder and smiled at her wistfully. "It's surprising how much you know after wanting someone as long as I've wanted you. You might not have let me get close but... I still know."

Lily frowned slightly, waiting for him to continue. He was still holding her tightly, still awkwardly moving to the music.

"I know your favourite colour is electric blue. I know you hate mince meat, and won't eat anything that contains it. I know you have a mega sweet tooth, and would live off chocolate éclairs if you could. I know you spend ages straightening your hair, which is stupid 'cos when you have it all wavy and wild I can't stop thinking of the naughty things I want to do to you. I know your eyes are the exact colour of a potion I made once, so I bottled it just so I could keep looking at it, but Sirius accidently smashed it with a Quaffle a week later. I know you bite your lip, your quill, your nails – anything – when you're nervous. I know you have a little mole just behind your right ear. I know you tried your hardest to hide a lovebite on your neck the first day back this year, and dear Merlin did I want to kill you and whoever it was who gave it you."

Stunned, Lily stared at him, her mouth hanging open ever so slightly. She didn't know whether to be nicely surprised, or disturbed.

"You're drunk," she repeated, but this time it was more of a question.

"I know my dad would have loved to meet you," James added sadly, his voice tearing.

Lily's heart actually jolted for him. "James..."

"Do you think he was proud of me?"

"What? Of course-"

"It's just we were never really that close..."

And suddenly James held her at arms length and gave her a little smile. "Song's finished," he said simply. "Thankyou. I know you don't even like me, hell, you hate me... So... thankyou."

"I-I don't hate you James..." she stammered, her head still swimming with everything he had just told her.

He cut her off by pressing a hard kiss against her mouth, pulling at her lower lip with his teeth as he moved away.

Again, Lily was stunned. He flashed her a half smile before he began walking unsteadily up to his room.

"'Night Lily."

A very confused Lily Evans stood in the middle of the Common Room, her eyes following the boy she had hated so much just a few months ago. He'd been through so much, but... Why on earth had she allowed him to kiss her? How did he know so much about her? And since when did he decide his annoying crush had turned into love?

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Hello!

Well... To be honest, I'm not sure where this came from! I'm not sure if it has the ability to be a story or if it works nicely as a one-shot.

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