Spontaneousness

Oneshot #1

By: rebel.chick008

Their first year had come to an end and James was being led away from his friends at Kings' Cross by his parents. His mother had just grabbed his arm for Side-Along Apparition while he was chatting away about his year when a flash of red caught his eye.

"Mum! Wait!" he cried, turning around to stare at a pretty, petite red head of the same age. Lily Evans. She was a first year muggleborn witch in Gryffindor (like him) and she seemed to find him rather annoying. He on the other hand found her fascinating. Not that he'd admit it to anyone but Sirius, who he'd become good friends with over the year. As he watched her hurry out of sight, a thin, horse-like blonde girl not far ahead, he decided he would not leave Kings' Cross without talking to her first. So he yelled out,

"Lily! Lily Evans!"

Lily turned, her elbow-length straight hair whipping behind her, green eyes wide in surprise.

"What, Potter?" she yelled back after she recognized his voice, a small, almost unnoticeable, smile on her face.

"Marry me!" James called back, grinning.

Lily rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him.

"In your dreams Potter."

-

Six years had passed since that incident, and again James was leaving the station, now seventeen, with his mother and Sirius. Lily was leaving too, the same blonde girl in front of her, looking more horse-like than ever. However, some things had changed since then. Over the six years, James' fascination with Lily had led to infatuation and ultimately affection. Lily's annoyance had turned into intense dislike which had worsened, to be replaced by hate that had then changed to fondness. Lily and James were now going out, and very much in love. As he was leaving, ready to apparate, he caught a glimpse of red.

"Hold up, you guys." He stopped Sirius and his mother from leaving. He turned to look at Lily and then cried out,

"Lily! Lily Evans!"

Lily turned to him, her eyes wide with surprise.

"What Potter?" she yelled back, now grinning.

He remembered that day six years ago and replied, "Marry me!"

Lily rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him.

"Sure Potter, whatever."

James smiled to himself and apparated back home.

-

He was sitting in his room, not long after, when an owl dropped a scrap of parchment into his hand. On it, in stylish italic handwriting, was written:

The next time you decide to yell across Kings' Cross to get my attention, remember to call me Lily Potter, would you?