James and I entered our seventh and final year at Hogwarts as boyfriend and girlfriend - something that shocked the entire student body, as I'm sure you can imagine. Let me tell you, it really does something great for your self-esteem when you walk down the hallway of The Hogwarts Express on September 1st, hand in hand with the reigning Gryffindor Quidditch Captain and Head Boy, watching the jealous looks thrown your way by the various females (and even some males!) of Hogwarts.

We did not have much time for romance throughout the first few weeks of school, however. Turns out, being Head Girl and Head Boy is actually quite a bit of work. Who would have thought?

It was about a month into the school year when I realized something absolutely mind-boggling:

James hadn't kissed me yet.

Sure, he'd kissed me on the cheek, and the forehead, and even the hand once - but legitimate, lip-locking kiss? Nonexistent!

At first, I didn't care much. Then, I started to grow rather impatient. Every night, Emma and Marlene would berate me, asking me ridiculous questions like how good of a snogger James really was, and I simply wouldn't have an answer! I mean, honestly - what's the point of dating if you don't kiss?

James has told me since then that he was simply waiting for "the right moment". I don't buy that for a second. I think he was just a COWARD! Besides, when has James ever waited for "the right moment" to do anything? That boy is the definition of impulse.

Finally, on October 14th, 1977, it happened.

We were on patrols (ah, patrols. The most romantic of all our Head duties!) and James decided, for some godforsaken reason, that he wanted to walk around the grounds. As if it wasn't literally freezing outside. As if we weren't going to die of hypothermia the second we walked into the courtyard. (Okay, it was only, like, 60 degrees. But I wasn't wearing a coat!)

"I've never met somebody more dramatic than you," he told me as a fake-shivered all the way down to the lake.

I scoffed. "Dramatic? Me? Please, James Potter. You must be delusional. I'm the least dramatic person I know."

We made it down to the lake. I stopped fake-shivering as I realized just how beautiful everything looked. I mean, really - the bright stars were reflecting off the surface of the lake, the Flutterby bushes were lit up, and Professor Sprout's glowing roses were perfectly in bloom.

Then, I looked at James, and the strangely serious expression on his face, and that's when I realized -

HE WAS GOING TO KISS ME!

Of course he was! There was no other perfect time for it to happen! Everything was gorgeous, he was gorgeous, I was gorgeous, we were completely alone, out on the grounds - LADIES AND GENTS, IT WAS FINALLY GOING TO HAPPEN!

We were facing each other. He told me I looked pretty in the moonlight. I told him he looked prettier. He told me that you're not supposed to call men pretty, and you're supposed to call them handsome instead. I told him that was the stupidest thing I'd ever heard. We laughed. It was all very romantic, you should have been there.

Then, he leaned toward me, just enough so that I could smell the oak cologne on his neck. I leaned toward him. He leaned toward me even more. I leaned toward him even more. He smiled a bit. I fluttered my eyes shut, leaning in even more.

And then I collapsed onto the grass.

WHAT?
James had STEPPED AWAY!

As I lay in the mud, James laughing his head off over me, I had only one thought in my head:

My boyfriend is a child.

"What the hell was that for?" I sputtered indignantly from my position on the floor. James momentarily paused his fit of laughter to reach his hand out to pull me up.

"What was what for?" he asked with amusement.

God, he was annoying.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" I screeched over the sound of his malicious laughter.

He had the audacity to wipe a tear from his eye. I mean, COME ON, James, it wasn't THAT FUNNY.

"I really don't, Lil, could you explain it to me?"

I glared at him. He smirked back, his eyes bright.

"You made me think you were going to finally kiss me, you great prat!" I decided to hit him. Unfortunately, I am not exactly the strongest person alive, so it probably felt more like a gust of wind to him.

"Kiss you!" he exclaimed, amusement still twinkling in his eyes. "What could have possibly given you that crazy idea?"

"Don't pretend you weren't leading me on! You knew what you were doing, James Potter!"

He laughed like a maniac at this, and I hit him again.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" he finally exclaimed. "It's just so funny to see your look of disappointment."

"You know what else is funny?"

"What?"

"Your look of disappointment when I break up with you."

He gave a fake gasp. "You wouldn't!"

Oh, James Potter. You know me too well.

"Okay, fine, Lily," he continued. "What can I do to make it up to you?"

"Hm, let's think," I said sarcastically. "Options, options! Well, for one thing, you could always just kiss m-"

And then he did.

It was warm. It was sweet. It was everything I've ever imagined in a first kiss. And then, just as it was starting to get good, it was over. It was over far, far too quickly.

"Sorry, Lil," he whispered against my still-puckered lips. "But I have to leave you wanting more. You know how it is."

God, he was good at this.

"Prat."

"You love it."

I love you, I thought to myself.

But, of course, I couldn't say that to his face. "I love you" was still a long, long time off.

if u guys have read my other stories you might notice that I reuse a lot of the same tropes or lines or plots. for example the 'i have to leave you wanting more' is not new. the reason i reuse these things is simply because i have no (0) creativity. thank u and good night.

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