Lily evans, yes that was her name. Lily evans, and the boy across from her was james potter. James bloody potter, and he was strangely beautiful. The way his eyes matched his hair, the way his lips were always curved in a smile when he looked at her. They way he threw his head back and his whole body shook when he laughed. Like now. Lily didn't even know what he was laughing at but his laugh was so enjoyable and contagious lily was soon losing her breath along with him. She felt so giddy and she didn't know why. Wait, yes she did. The firewhiskey. That's why.

"You- you know, evans," james said as clearly as he could considering the mass amount of firewhiskey that he had just consumed "i think you just might be the most beautiful girl i've ever seen."

Lily laughed again

"Yeah, right." funny. Lily was pretty but she was not super gorgeous or anything, and she definitely wasn't the most beautiful girl anyone had ever seen.

"No, no, i am serious!" james said leaning closer to her, even though the both of them were already less than six inches apart. They weren't in the three broomsticks anymore. They were at what james had called the… laughing house? The giggle.. Crack? The shrieking shack! Yeah. that.

"You're just so pretty," james continued "the way you're hair is just… bright. Like your eyes. You have the prettiest eyes!" he exclaimed "green like… something green." lily burst out laughing again "but not like an ugly green, like pea soup or something, but like a bright, summer grass green… kinda. And your freckles! I love freckles, and i love green eyes, and i love red hair, all of which you have!"

"Well lucky me." lily laughed. James laughed too and lily took in his face again. His own bright eyes and a little scar on the bridge of his nose she had only noticed today. His dark hair that was charmingly unkempt and even with all this lily was still thinking about his lips. She looked at them. The perfect shape. The perfect size… Suddenly lily was struck with an indescribable urge to kiss him. The sober part of her told her it was stupid but the majority of her was drunk so she slowly leaned forward until their lips were almost touching.

"What are you doing?" james asked

"Just… hold still." lily answered and slowly closed the remaining gap between them.

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James potter had kissed girls before. Many times. He had somewhat of a reputation at one point. All those girls and none of them even came close to the warm lips of lily evans. There was something else about her. Something besides just her lips that made this so enjoyable. It was knowing that he, james potter, was kissing her, lily evans. He was kissing lily evans. The girl he'd had a crush on since their first year at hogwarts. The girl he knew he'd been in love with since he was thirteen. And she was kissing him. James reached up and put a hand on her face. He felt the need to be in as much contact with her as he could at one time but this was no ordinary girl and he didn't want to move to suddenly and scare her. He had been waiting to long for this. And, merlin, was it worth it.