Now this baffled the red headed prefect. James Potter was actually paying attention? He wasn't kicked back, flirting with whatever girl caught his fancy (which used to be Lily). He wasn't playing with that blasted snitch, or ruffling up his unruly dark hair. A beautiful thing was taking place. A change in the wind. They were growing up.

She was dramatic. He was dynamic. She was precise. He was impulsive. He was James, and she was Lily, and one day they shared a kiss, but before that they shared many arguments, for he was cocky, and she was sweet, and matters of the heart require time.