Fluff! Get your fresh fluff here! Fluff going spare! We have fluff coming out of our ears! Another short and pointless L/J fic that doesn't really require much thought so I'm writing it during my exams just to keep myself going! More chapters to come. Free fluff anyone?

I don't own anything except the concepts you've never heard of before. I wonder how much money I'd get for them. . . J K Rowling owns the plasticine; I just play with it.

Please don't sue me; I am only a fourteen-year-old with a word-processor and a copy of the New Penguin English Dictionary.

And now, our feature presentation. . .

~*~Two~*~Code Red, I Repeat, Code Red. . .~*~

The subjects of portraits stared at her as she sprinted down hallways, crying harder than she had ever cried in her life. Dark red curls flying out behind her and green eyes wet with tears, Lily now wished for the first time that she hadn't fallen for stupid, stupid James Potter. The nerve of him! The amount of times he had told her he loved her, the thousands of times he had kissed her, held her hand, smiled his unique smile reserved for her. . .

Lily cried harder still when she thought about how he used to play with her hair, how he'd rush over to her desk at the end of each lesson they had together and sweep up her books before she'd had a chance to even think about closing them, the way he had run out to the grounds in the pissing rain to pick her half of the Greenhouse's population of white lilies to accompany his request for her to go with him when the Yule Ball had been announced moments earlier. He hadn't even seemed to mind when he got a detention for sabotaging his own Herbology project and defacing the castle for squelching in ten minutes late for Potions, leaving muddy puddles everywhere.

Then there was the time when he'd charmed his broomstick to emit a coloured trail behind it so "Lily Evans is Bloody Gorgeous" had sparkled out over the pitch in red and gold in the middle of the final match against Slytherin. And the time he'd gotten the house elves to throw her her very own birthday breakfast, distributing cupcakes with coloured icing and letters and symbols piped on them. When a Ravenclaw had asked what the letters were for James Potter had stood on his chair and made the announcement that the first person to arrange the nine characters into a twelve-character phrase would win a prize. The winner had been a first year Hufflepuff who had carefully spelt out the phrase: "LILY E + JAMES P" in front of Lily at dinner and received a batch of cupcakes with his name spelt out.

Lily was briefly lost around the third floor and came across the Library where James had first kissed her. It had been in their third year and she had been a little worried because moments before, Professor Tralewney had announced that the symbol in her teacup had been the dreaded Grim. Over dinner, Tessa Fields had tried to reassure her that her brother had had the same thing happen to him and he was still fit as a fiddle, and a Beater for the Kent Kingfishers in fact, but she wouldn't listen. Only three years in the Wizarding world and already the end was supposedly near! She had just told Tessa that she was going for a walk to calm down a little and she had wondered into the Library thinking the quiet would sooth her nerves and maybe she could do some research for her Charms essay. She has been wondering among the bookshelves when James Potter had crept up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder.

Needless to say, with the recent development in her predicted future, Lily had been terrified out of her Gryffindor tie.

"Shh! Lily! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you!" he'd exclaimed, hurriedly pulling her into a strong hug.

"It's OK," Lily breathed against his shoulder, "I'm just a little jumpy." James had waited a little while before saying,

"You're not actually taking that thing in Divination today seriously, are you?" Lily had been extremely aware of the fact that his embrace hadn't loosened any and had trouble forming a coherent sentence.

"No. . .I. . .I mean. . .I just. . ." Then James had pulled away, held her by the shoulders and said,

"Lily, I. . .I want you to know that I don't care what dog you saw where, but I will never, ever let anything bad happen to you. . .ever."

Then, he'd nervously cupped her chin in his hand, bent down, kissed her and walked back down the Care of Magical Creatures aisle.

That was the minute that, although she was very reluctant to let anyone know about it, Lily Evans had fallen in love with James Potter.

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