Lily

James Potter.

Ink.

Lily Evans sat in the fourth row to the back, next to the window, in her transfiguration class with Professor McGonagall. She was in third set, the only class she wasn't n top for. On Mondays and Wednesdays she had McGonagall and on Tuesdays and Fridays she had Cloudinia. James Potter sat in the fourth row to the back, next to the window, in his transfiguration class with Professor McGonagall. He was top set and was taught by McGonagall on Tuesdays and Fridays and by Cloudinia on Mondays and Wednesdays.

'Hey' at the beginning of term was written on the table.

'Haii, you alright?' She had replied with. She didn't know who it was and for some reason she didn't want to.

'I'm good thanks. Didn't expect anyone to reply.'

'Well, I did! Here I am.'

'Yeah, who are by the way? What year, initials'. I'll try and work it out.'

'L.E 5th year.'

'Same! I'm 5th year to. Lily Evans? Didn't expect you to be rebelling by writing on desks.'

'You obviously don't know me then.'

'Obviously not. I'd like to get to know you though.'

During the year they sent multiple inky messages to each other during call. Until one day in March.

'Who are you?'

'Oh, you know me.'

'Then tell me who you are.'

'How about I show you? Among with some other things.'

'Is that you asking me out and implying something vulgar?'

'Maybe, your still a virgin. Right?'

'I trusted you!'

'Lily?'

'Lils?'

'Come on! Talk to me.'

'Oi Evans!'

'Lily Evans!'

'Please!'

'I beg you!'

Lily never spoke to her mystery writer again, or as far as she knew. But this is Lily Evans, and she can work anything out.

"Lily… Lily Lily Lily!"

"What James?" She laughed, putting her arm around her waist as he put his around her shoulders.

'You know I love right?'

"Yes, you tell me multiple times. I love you to."

"I know. Mistletoe." He said to the Fat Lady. "I'll see you later." He kissed her cheek and she sat down to get out her books.

About half an hour later a piece of parchment hit her face.

'Lilykins,

We're going on a date tonight. Meet me at 8.00 at the fat lady and we'll go to the kitchens.

James xxxxx'

'Jamesiepoo,

Don't call me Lilykins. And do we have to? Can't we go to Hogsmeade or something?

Lilyxxxxxx'

'Lillers.

I'm sorry, don't call me Jamsiepoo. And Lily Evans, didn't expect you to be rebelling. Sound perfect.

James xxxxx'

When Lily received the letter, she recognised the 'didn't expect you to be rebelling.' James WAS the mysterious writer. Funny how things work out.

A/N I know, I have returned! And I'm on a roll! I thought the shorter ones were more effective, soooo they have shrunk! Please review, even a 'I Like It.' Will make my day! Thanks to xx Annabella Princess xx.