Disclaimer: still don't own anything
"What. Is. This?!"
James Potter looks up from his spot near the Gryffindor fireplace to meet the fierce glare of none other than his object of affection, Lily Evans.
"For someone who's top of the year, Evans, you seem to have a bit of trouble with the obvious. They're flowers."
"The obvious? Potter, they were on my PILLOW!"
"I know that, Evans. I put them there. Good to see you ARE capable of stating the obvious."
"How did you even get up to our dorm? Not via the staircase, since it hasn't become that slide since your best mate was stupid enough to try it last year."
"Hey! I had to try it alright? And the only way you're finding out how we get up to the girl's dorms is if you start going out with Prongs over there."
"Cheers Pads."
"No."
"I assure you, Evans, he's right. If you want to know how I got up there, you're going to have to go out on a date with me."
"No. I mean no. To the date."
"Oh..."
"And i WILL find out how you got up there. Without resorting to going out on a date."
"Good luck Evans!"
"So, are you gonna tell me?"
"Tell you what?"
"Remember in our third year? The first time you put flowers on my bed? You said that you'd tell me how you got up there if I went out on a date with you. So, now we're on a second date already.."
"Merlin, that was a while ago, wasn't it? Is that the only reason you agreed?"
"No, you prat. I'm not about to walk out on you if you tell me. I fancy you remember?"
"That I do. And I'm not about to forget anytime soon either."
"So? Will you just tell me already?"
"Fine, fine. We fly up. On broomstick. And climb in through a window"
"YOU WHAT?!"
"We fl-"
"THAT'S SO DANGEROUS!"
"Please Evans, I'm nothing if not an accomplished fl- OW- WOMAN QUIT HITTING ME"
