DEAD WRONG

By: AnG3L1c diVa-chan

Summary: Lily and James remember. They remember everything. About how they met each other, and how they fell in love. How life just went from dead wrong to right, in a matter of seconds and two kisses. It's about to go dead wrong again. Three-shotter. L/J

Genre: Romance/Angst

Rating: PG-13

AN: Hey everyone! This is my first HP fic! Hope you like it! =) Just got into the whole LILYXJAMES thing. Before I was into HERMIONEXGEORGE. I still like em but I like this better =) You might not have noticed me around. That's cuz I'm usually writing ANIME fics =) sooo, if you like them, go visit my little bio and read, read, read =) AND REVIEW! =D Thanks!

Part One: Lily

I remember my wedding night like it was yesterday. I remember every little detail. I didn't care whether it were that there were 5 petals on the flower to the left and only 4 on the other. I didn't care that it was minuscule like how the treacle tart in the middle dish was slightly smaller than the one on the table to the left. I didn't care. I didn't care at all.

But I did care about him. It was always about him. Him, him, him, him.

He was my world. My rock. My shelter.

Oh, I remember the first day I met him. He was looking kind of lost. His glasses had slipped down his nose and he pushed them back up. I remember it all.

Then, he saw someone. And his eyes brightened. How they brightened. I didn't know it then but I was in love with him the moment his glasses had entered my vision.

He grinned. I love his grin. So carefree and happy. He hugged someone. Another boy, tall, skinny, but cute. Not as cute as him, of course, but cute all the same.

They high-fived. Then, another boy walked towards them. They grinned in unison. Then promptly walked over to him and grinned again. They picked him up. He yelled. Then they dropped him.

They all laughed.

I remember the first day he noticed me. I didn't love him then, or even remotely liked him. He was arrogant and rude and thought too highly of himself. But… I was in love. Of course I didn't know it. I was only 13.

It was the night of Halloween and I had been there for about 2 years and 2 months.

He ambled up to me when we were just about to sit down and said, in the most conceited tone ever, I might add, "Hi, I'm James Potter. Who are you?" Then he winked. HE WINKED.

I blushed a little. I couldn't help it. He was VERY cute and VERY sure of himself. I might have shivered as well, I can't remember.

"I'm Lily…" I whispered. I was nervous, and couldn't see any of my friends anywhere and this rude boy just comes and talks to me? I remember… I was getting angry.

"But that's none of your business!" Then promptly turned away.

"Lily? That's a pretty name. You're a pretty girl. Bet that's why it fits so well right?" He continued.

I went red. I turned around as quickly as you please and snapped, "Get lost!" Then I saw his grin.

"I'm already lost," he paused and came a little closer. My eyes went wide and I moved away a little. "In you're eyes. You have very pretty eyes. You're a very pretty girl with a very pretty name. Did you know that, Lily?"

"Oh! Lily! There you are!" I sighed in relief. My friends!

I turned back to Potter to snap at him again but he was gone. I shrugged and turned again to my friends.

Emily looked at me with eyes that held a secret. "Guess what everyone says now, Lily! They say," she spoke in hushed tones to everyone leaned in. "They say that James Potter, the James Potter fancies you!" Then she squealed.

Then everyone squealed. I snorted. "Yeah, right,"

"Ohmigosh, Lily! Why aren't you happy? James Potter…" She sighed off dreamily.

"Everyone knows he's got a fantastic body!" Alexandra exclaimed.

"And he's so brilliant! He's on the Quidditch team, and he's the best in every subject!" Then she sighed dreamily as well.

I just rolled her eyes. "Whatever,"

I remember. I remember everything. I remember how I hated James Potter. Hated everything about him. But I know now that I loved him all the same.

I sighed, rocking my baby in my arms. Now look at them. A baby! I sighed again.

I remember my wedding again. I remember everything.

I remember how I was so nervous. How everyone was telling me not to be. How James loved me and didn't care one wit if there were enough pasties.

I remember how the night before I didn't catch one wink of sleep because I was too happy murmuring, "I am going to be Mrs. James Potter, Mrs. James Potter," over and over again.

Well, I also remember the bad things. How I was so angry at James Potter for making little Molly cry.

I remembered how he always, always asked me out in the common room, when everyone was there!

I can laugh at those moments now.

My little baby gurgled in his throat and I lightly touched him on the cheek. I watched as his little eyes looked happily at my own. I looked into my own eyes. The same familiar shade of green, the same shape, the same everything.

The door opened.

I looked up hopefully. He was there.

I put the baby on his bed and rose to meet my husband. Mr. James Potter. My husband. I was Mrs. James Potter.

Even now, 2 years after, I still couldn't get over it.

"Lily, darling," He murmured and drew me in his arms.

I sighed blissfully and was content to stay like that for the rest of my life.

Then I was transported on a mystical journey back in times that could only be found in memories.

The Christmas of my sixth year, I had developed a tiny, tiny little crush on Potter. I knew it was useless to call him Potter. He would forever be James…

Oh I knew it was way more than a little crush. I had fallen head over heels in love with James Potter. No know knew, of course. That is, until a certain someone took a hold of my diary.

Yep that's right, James Potter took my diary!

"What are you thinking about?" he murmured and I was whisked away and quickly as you please from the past into the present, in James' arms. James Potter. My husband. Because I was Mrs. James Potter.

I couldn't get enough of that.

"I was just remembering…" I said, looking up at him and almost melted like I did in seventh year but I'll get to that later. His eyes… His eyes… They were a wonderful shade of light brown… Warm and inviting and reminding me so very much of chocolate.

He smiled down at me. He was very much taller than me. Of course I had grown up a bit so it wasn't like Mr. Potter (my husband!) towered over me in fifth year anymore. But all the same… a 5'7 like me didn't quite compare with his 6'3.

"About what?" he smiled again and held me tighter.

"I was remembering…" and then I did what I would never had done in my right mind. I pushed away. He looked stunned. "I was remembering how you took my diary!"

Of course Mr. Potter (My husband!) here didn't have to memory I had and didn't remember how great an actress I was.

He raked a hand through his dark. His deliciously dark hair. Made me want to run a hand through it as well for a moment there.

"Oh, Lily!" he sighed exasperated. "That was 5 years ago!"

I crossed my arms and pouted. "You shouldn't have done that."

"I was young! I was stupid! I didn't know what I was doing!" He pleaded with me, looking quite desperate, I might add. It was great fun!

I frowned.

"Lily," He murmured and came close. Damn him! Damn him for knowing what that did to me.

I went weak in the knees, obviously! Mr. Potter (my husband!) over here knew that of course!

He looked at me with his chocolately brown eyes and I stood transfixed.

"You're just doing this to make me feel guilty, aren't you Lily?" he asked coming closer.

I couldn't move. Of course that was what I was doing! Damn him… he knew me like a book.

"Don't you think that deserves some kind of punishment, Lily, darling?" He approached slowly. I saw the menacing twinkle in his eyes.

I looked at him with pleading eyes. He grinned and I knew I was trapped. Between the wall and Mr. Potter (my husband!).

He reached out… and tickled me! He tickled me!

Argh, he knew how ticklish I was…

"Ah… James, stop, please!" I said through bursts of laughter.

He grinned. "Never, Lily, darling."

"But James, sweetheart, what if I did this?"

And then I captured him in a kiss. He stopped tickling me at once. I always knew he couldn't resist my kisses.

His arms immediately when around my waist and mine around his neck. Everything lay forgotten.

He pressed me against the wall. I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed him again. I moaned slightly.

A few seconds more and he let go. Breathing heavily, he said, "Damn you Lily, you always get to me."

I grinned. Toying with his tie I pulled him closer. I kissed him lightly. And then broke away all too soon.

"Lily," he whined. I laughed. He joined me and pulled me closer. I was intoxicated by his scent.

That brought me back a few years back when he had read my diary. I remember watching him in horror as he flipped a few pages, engrossed in the book. Then he dropped it like a hot coal.

He looked at me and I knew what he had read.

Dear Diary,

I know you already know of this but I just feel like I need to tell you again. You're the only one that knows this diary. I think… I think I'm falling in love with him. You know how he is, diary and I know think I need to tell you this again. But oh my, he just… confuses me so.

He makes me feel so… different. He's… unique… he's so… so… I can't help it diary, how am I suppose to describe James Potter in a few paltry sentences.

That much I remember. I didn't need to remember anymore. But I do remember how his eyes held mine for a few seconds and then he broke away.

He's gone. I remember thinking. I remember how I used to think that he might have liked me at one point. Maybe just a little. Now I scared him away.

But then, I remember how he came up to me with a strange look in his eyes.

I remember thinking, I thought I scared him away. Why is he still here?

"Do you mean that, Lily?" he asked, his voice low.

I was in shock. He called me Lily! Before he used to call me Evans. Ever since third year when he told me I was pretty.

"Wha-wha-what?" I answered, all too intelligently.

"I asked if you really meant that," His eyes held mine in a silent question. Well, not so silent anymore.

"I-I-I do…" I couldn't lie to him. After all it was him.

He let out a breath of air. I knew it. I knew it. Now he was going to be all embarrassed and all nervous and then he was going to walk away and completely ignore me and then he did something quite unexpected.

I remember this quite clearly because I remember the unusual feeling that unshed tears gave. Yes, I admit it. I was crying because I thought that James Potter (my future husband!) wasn't going to talk to me again.

He drew me into his arms. I was again, in shock.

"Oh, god, Lily. Thank you."

I didn't really remember much after that. Just the sensation of being kissed lovingly and the murmurings of James Potter (my as-of-now husband!) explaining everything. Explaing that he had indeed fancied me in third year. That he had fallen in love with me in fourth year. That he would do anything as of the day he saw me on platform 9 and ¾ returning to Hogwarts of my fifth year. And now, that he loved me and wanted me to be his girlfriend.

I was quite dizzy by the time that he even got to the fourth year part.

I sort of cleared up by the girlfriend part but got quite dizzy again when he kissed me again.

Then it hit me. I had just been kissed twice by James Potter (my up-coming HUSBAND) who I had been in love with for a year now.

He held me… and I remembered his scent… of… ok so I didn't remember his scent… I'm quite ashamed of myself but it was a long time ago… and I do remember the overpowering feeling of his arms. But it was a good feeling. A feeling that I never wanted to let go of.

Then I flew back to now.

He was still holding me. He had never let go. His chin was resting on my head with this adorable look on his face. Made me want to kiss him. And I did. Right there on his cheek. Where he had that cute little dimple.

His eyes sprang open (for they were closed) and he smiled at me.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"You just looked so cute," I answered him. And then I kissed him again.

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SOOOOO how did you like it? My first HP fic! =D sooo happy! Hehe and this is a three shotter. That means two more chappies and then its like done! Hehe, you're probably wondering why this is an angst thing but you'll see! Hehe, thanks to everyone who's going to review =) just a thanks-in-advance. You know that's a song… I think… Maybe I'll put it in…

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