Alrighty! Chapter two! I hope you all enjoy. I was hoping to update more frequently but I've been busy with school and swim team. Reviews are greatly appreciated.


Year 2- First Kiss (on the cheek)
"Evans! Hey Evans wait up," I heard the voice of the one and only James Potter. My back straitened at the sound of my name but I tried my best to ignore it.

I did not have time for James and his silly antics. As much as I thought I liked Potter I had absolutely no problem with admiring from afar. Yes, Potter was attractive, but he was an annoying git and I couldn't bother to waste my time with any of it now.

So I carried on my way. Black leather shoes clicking upon the stone floors; I pretended I hadn't heard a thing.

"Evans! C'mon Evans wait for me," Potter hollered, "Lily!" Potter had finally reach me.

I kept my gaze straight and flinched when Potter's hand shoot upwards to his already, but apparently not sufficiently, messy hair.

"Potter, I really don't have time," I sighed, eyes ahead.

I could practically feel his eyes roll and lips upturn towards his trademark smirk, "Merlin, Evans, I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday," he replied in a sincere fashion, eyes gazing toward me.

I squeezed my eyes close. Don't yell and him, don't be angry. I remained myself. I tried for my happiest smile and turned to look at him, "Thank you, Potter, but I really have to meet up with Sev now."

"Oh," disappointment, "I had a surprise for you..."

The Marauder charm could make anyone listen and agree, even me. "Alright," I sighed,"but make it quick."

I knew I was probably agreeing to some big prank to try to impress me, but I followed along as Potter lead me down a less busy corridor. Our dress shoes continued to click down the hall.

My body hit something hard and I quickly rebounded to see what it was. Potter's face was centimeters from mine. His black eyebrows scrunched together under his rectangular spectacles. I cursed to myself. I needed to learn to pay better attention so I wouldn't be running into people. He was saying something about my birthday but I was mildly distracted with the feeling ok his rough hands as they grasped my elbows.

Before I knew what was happening James Potter's lips grazed my right check. Soft and maybe even romantic; my response was anything but.

Eyes wide with shock I stared at the boy. No, this was not how my birthday was supposed to be. "I can not believe you! I...you...ugh!" Spinning on my heel I stormed away. Red hair flying in a mess behind me, scowl adorning my face.

"Happy birthday!" Potter pressed. The words hitting against my back making me roll my eyes. I could hear laughter in his voice as I exited into a much busier corridor.

I had made it to the Gryffindor tower completely forgetting about meeting Severus. I didn't know it but that day, January 30th, was the beginning of the end of our friendship. That's another story, though, one I'll have to save for a different time.

He had to be my bloody first for everything didn't he? God it annoyed me, but I loved him all the same. I may not have been his first but at least I know I'm his only.