AN: Alright... So I couldn't sleep this morning so I thought I'd write a bit of the next chapter untIl I fell asleep... I ended up finishing it...
Chapter 3
They both figured it wouldn't last, this fragile peace between them. James would say something insensitive or cruel or hex some kid just 'cause they were there. Lily would then yell at him for being a "big headed git" and an "arrogant toerag" and they'd be back to hating each other in no time. Much to both of their amazement, this doesn't happen.
James carries her books to class for her. He helps her with her Transfiguration essays. She in return tutors him in Charms and Potions. He gives her a hand with her Defence homework and she agrees to help him with his Herbology. Both of them are rubbish at History of Magic, no-one, not even Lily Evans could stay awake in that class.
She catches him cheating with his Divination homework, it was just a stupid dream diary... he doesn't dream... Or when he does it's never pleasant. Instead of ratting him out she is the one that comes up with the more outrageous "dreams".
She starts to sit with them a lunch and dinner and they can often be seen ensconced together on the couch near the fire, the black head bent over the red as she explains some complicated bit of Charm work. Alternatively her feet will be resting in his lap, fuzzy purple socks out of place with the rest of her attire, as he waves his arms around extrapolating some piece of Transfiguration theory.
James spends so much of his time with the object of his affections that his friends stage an intervention. Laughingly he points out that they're just friends. When Padfoot mutters darkly about them being "awful close for just friends", James just shakes his head, albeit a little sadly and says that he reckons friends is all they'll ever be.
This of course all changes, one snowy morning holed up in the Library together both attempting to puzzle out their scrawled History of Magic notes. They're using mostly hers, hers being more legible than his when Lily, looking up and laughing at some quip he'd just made, moves her head forward that little bit extra and kisses him. Her lips are as sweet as he'd imagined and he is kissing her back, one hand tangling in her hair before his fuddled mind even registers it had moved. They both break apart for air before Lily flushes to the roots of her hair, shoves her books and parchments back into her bag and rushes from the Library. James is too stunned to do anything but stare after her, bewildered.
