Chapter 3: Friends Don't Dance Like This

A/N: Wow. This story is so much fun to write! Maybe it'll be more than five chapters. Who knows? I'm having loads of fun! Lol, thanks for reviewing! Keep doing it!

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Friends Don't Dance Like This

Lily threw her clothing around the dormitory rushing to find what she wanted to wear. In all reality she was subconsciously wanting to look good for James. Detention had gone great with him. They talked about a load of different things; and every once in a while James would add a snide remark on the side. And strangely enough, she found that she really didn't care.

God forbid Lily Evans think James Potter to be something other than an arrogant prat. She found herself, more times then not, laughing at his side comments. And, now, as the after effects she found herself caring about what he thinks. They had spent their rounds talking about their past years at Hogwarts. Lily found out that James knew of pretty much all the stories she wanted to tell him. She was slightly disappointed that he predicted the end of almost every story.

"James is down stairs."

"Looking pretty damn good."

Lily rolled her eyes. "Honestly, you two. You act like he's my date or something—"

"Remus doesn't bring me flowers," countered Dorcas.

Lily brushed her hair and sighed. "He asked me to go as his friend. You guys will be there."

"Yeah, but we're not even going until later! We've got to sneak out the way we always sneak out."

"It's not that hard to sneak out of Hogwarts—"

"Easy for you to say, you're bloody Head Girl," said Amelia loudly.

Lily laughed. "You got a good snog with that bloke. What was his name?"

Amelia blushed. "Fabian Prewett. Twenty of course—but gorgeously a good kisser!"

"You won't be seventeen forever you know?" laughed Dorcas from her bed side.

"Yeah, but he's still gets older when I do! He left school three years ago!"

"Cry about it," laughed Lily, straightening her bell-bottoms; smoothing out the curves and wrinkles that had formed when she didn't her hair and light make-up.

"I don't know why you wear make-up, Lil. You're bloody hot without it. Ask James," said Amelia, receiving a laugh from Dorcas, who was flipping through a magazine on her bed.

Lily sighed. "I'll see you girls at the Pip."

They said their goodbyes as Lily walked down the stairs thinking, 'What have I gotten myself into?' But as James lead her throughout the halls of Hogwarts, eventually reaching the grounds, she had forgotten her feelings of insecurity.

The Pip was the same as ever. Lily was laughing at a joke James had told when they entered it and sat down at their normal table. Their regular waitress sent them a cheery smile as she retrieved their drinks.

"Should we talk for a while or dance?"

Lily sipped her drink. "We'll never get to talk once our friends arrive."

"I knew I liked you for a reason."

He grinned but it flickered as she looked away blushing. His comment had effected her and she wondered why. They were sitting on opposing sides of the table, but during the time period of a half an hour they were deep into conversation and James was itching his arms around her waist; subconsciously, (at least that's what Lily thinks) they had moved closer together.

"Oy, Lily!"

The young couple looked up to see Amos Diggory, a drink in one hand and the other was in his pockets.

"Hey Amos!" she yelled over the loud music. "What are you doing here?"

"Dancing!"

Lily laughed and Amos smiled. "You two aren't dating are you?"

"Just friends!" she said back loudly.

"Can I borrow her for a dance?" he asked James.

James was about to answer when Lily cut in. Amos had always been really nice, funny, and cute but in all honestly, the time they spent as a couple was all but fun. She hated to be rude but, she quickly stated—

"Actually, James and I were just talking about dancing to this song!"

"Oh," he said sipping his drink. "I'll see if you're available later. Right?"

"Sure thing!" she smiled, and as soon as he left she downed her drink and led James towards the dance floor; taking his hand in hers.

When they danced to the song, neither mind was on the music that they each commented was a good song. Nor was it on their dancing skills; which they complimented each other on. It was solely on their dance partner. Each was trying to sort out the same thing: Lily's feelings.

She actually ditched her exboyfriend for me. What could that possibly mean? She must be falling for my ruggedly handsome looks. Hell, my thoughts are even cocky. It couldn't possibly mean something, could it? Man, we're dancing to a slow song. Something must be going on.

James is probably wondering why I'm resting my head on his shoulder this way. Why my breath is caught, and why I'm twisting his hair in my fingers. I admit, that I too am wondering why I said no to Amos. Maye I didn't want to be in his arms again. Maybe I wanted someone else.

The thought crossed over both James' mind, and Lily's. But unlike Lily, James as having quite a time trying to believe it. The song quickly changed to an up beat song and Lily and James dropped their hold. She closed her eyes, trying to get back into dancing. But her mind was on nothing else but James.

Three dances and four drinks later they were back on the floor and Lily was back to pressing against him in an arousing fashion. When he leaned forward she leaned back. The patern continued for a while as they danced, scarcly aware that their friends were watching amused at their table.

"Are they dating or just shagging?" Sirius asked the two girls.

"Neither," they said sharply.

"I think Lily has a crush though," Remus stated. Dorcas nodded in agreement and Amelia shrugged, looking around for Fabian.

"Want to bet when they get together?" asked Sirius.

Everyone's eyes averted to Lily and James. James held his arms around Lily as she rubbed her hands down his muscular body, moving towards the floor only to be brought back up by James.

"Friends don't dance like this," Lily panted leaning back as James leaned forward.

After the second time of him dipping her low he leaned down and pulled her lips to his. It wasn't a mind blowing kiss. It wasn't a kiss that made either stomach jump. It wasn't a loving kiss. A kiss is a kiss, Lily had always thought. This one was different, though. How different? She didn't really know. And she couldn't really tell.

All she knew was when James pulled away, she pulled him back into a kiss. Each of the friends looked away at this sight. When Lily and James broke apart they stared at each other awkwardly. And to save them all the embarrassment, it seemed as though the D.J. decided to play a slow song.

Their minds were racing as they held each other close. Lily hid her blush.

"Can we be more than friends?" he whispered in her ear.

She whispered clearly back, "We already are."