A/N: What the heck, have another. I'm feeling guilty.

Once again, this universe belongs to J.K. Rowling. As well as the universe the story takes place in. [wow that was an a+ joke really magnificent]


They walked into the Great Hall that evening, together, but not together. Every eye turned to them, as they walked side by side, but with a quarter of a metre between them. They went their separate ways at the Gryffindor table, Lily to her friends and James to his, and eventually everyone turned back to their meal.

Lily took her seat next to Alice, who was asking multiple questions all to quickly. Lily opened her mouth to begin telling her friends of the day's events, when she was interrupted by a cheer that erupted near the end of the table, a loud hollering of Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, with an equally enthusiastic but more quiet Remus remaining in his seat next to James, clapping him on the back happily. Lily watched as James tried desperately to shush the group, and Lily returned to her story.

"So..." Alice pestered, when Lily was done her tale."

"So what?" Lily asked.

"Are you two a thing? Together? A couple?" She asked impatiently.

"No! Merlin no. Just... Friends. It didn't come up." Lily said.

"For now." Alice winked mischievously, and Lily rolled her eyes.

After dinner, Lily returned once again to her shared dorm, but knowing tonight would be different. She didn't need to keep up any act, she could be nice, and civil. She did, however, have a strange sense of nerves wash over her as the door revealed itself, and she stepped through its frame.

James wasn't back yet, she knew this because she had left the Great Hall and returned here like every day, whereas he usually returned to his friends or practice after dinner. For the better, anyhow, she needed the peace to catch up on the work she had missed that day, that Alice had kindly gathered for her.

Barely into her work, however, the door opens, and in steps James. She tries to ignore the acceleration of her heartbeat, and the shortness of breath that follows, just from making the slightest of eye contact with him.

"Hey, Lily." He smiles a smile that kills her figuratively every time it flashes, and he plops heavily onto the sofa beside her.

"I thought you'd still be with your friends." She said truthfully.

"I have a day's work to catch up on." He said smiling. He looked over at the pages on her lap pointedly, before adding, "the same as you, I reckon." He extracts a packet of parchment from his sack, a packet remarkably similar to the one that Alice had given Lily at dinnertime.

They remained side-by-side on the couch, as they had that night before, but tonight was different. Tonight, they asked each other questions, discussed the lesson notes as they read over them, and practiced Charms, guiding each other helpfully.

"Cock your wrist a little more when you're flicking downwards." He would suggest as she practiced the wand movements for a charm.

"Here-" He placed his hand on her, moving her wrist into the right position. She froze at his touch, stunned by the numbing sensation running up her arm, and he froze in response. She looked up into his eyes, spheres of a honey hazel, with cinnamon flecks, sending warmth to her toes.

Without quite knowing what she was doing, once again, she leant forward, slowly and slightly, moving her face towards his. With and impatient growl, however, he closed the gap, pressing his lips to her's, and wrapping his arms around her waist. She returned his embrace, and when they broke apart, he adjusted his glasses, and she smiled, a wide, happy smile, grateful she had relapsed on her sure stubbornness.

"James. Will you go out with me?" She asked, laughing slightly.

Not thinking it possible, James' grin widened further, as he said his response.

"I'd love to Lily." Before leaning back in, and capturing her mouth in his once more.