A/N: Since the first chapter got such great reviews, I decided I'd make one more chapter. It'll be short, though.

Thanks everyone for the great reviews! –gives all reviewers muffins–

"C'mon, Prongsy-poo, wake up."

"Go away…"

"Hey, look! It's Evans!"

James Potter's eyes snapped open and he sat up straight, looking around. Seeing no one, he glared at his best friend, Sirius Black, who was grinning.

"Not funny," James complained, reaching for his glasses. He yawned and ran a hand though his black hair out of habit. "You go on ahead to lunch or breakfast, whatever. I have to clean up." He waved his hand towards his homework.

Sirius shrugged. "Whatever, mate. Oy! Remus! Peter! Let's go!" he called up the boys' dormitory stairs. The other two boys came down the stairs and followed Sirius out of the Gryffindor common room.

James started slipping books back into his schoolbag, yawning occasionally. He had stayed up late the night before in order to finish all the homework he had. He still wasn't finished but decided to put it off until the next day. Quidditch practice was tonight and he had a new move that he was hoping to practice with the other Chasers.

James shut his Defense Against the Dark Arts book and started to put the book away. A piece of paper fell onto the floor. Curious, because he hadn't put any parchment under his book, he picked it up.

Instantly he recognized Lily's handwriting on the front. After spending so much time chasing after her, anything Lily-related he recognized. He opened the letter and started to read. A/N: This is just the letter from the last chapter without the song bits in it. You can skip over the letter if you want.

Dear James,

I know that you're probably surprised to be reading a letter from me of all people. To be perfectly honest, I'm surprised I'm writing this myself. The world works in odd ways, doesn't it?

There is a point in this letter; I'm just going to avoid it for a while. Please read the whole thing, James. Do you remember when we met? On the train coming to Hogwarts for our first year? That was a rather awkward ride, wasn't it? You, Sirius, Remus, Peter, Snape, and I didn't know each other and we spent most of the time trying to make conversation until you and Sirius had to set off that Dungbomb. At least the Head Boy heard me screaming at you and got the stink to go away. Now that I think about it, it was pretty funny.

I know, I know, you're probably laughing at me right now but I'm used to people laughing at me so I really don't care that much. Yeah, people do laugh at me. I don't have a perfect world like you do, James. People laugh at me instead of with me. Mostly because there's one group of boys who like to pull pranks on me and one of them likes to humiliate me by asking me out every time he sees me. Do you know who he is?

Alright, I'm not going to start being mean to you in a letter. But that did seriously tick me off. This year, though, you've been acting different. Did you finally realize that being a jerk wasn't the best strategy to win me over? Or did you just grow up? Actually, don't bother to answer that. It's none of my business.

I'm going to get to the point since you're probably going crazy wondering why I'm writing to you. Especially since I've hated you for the last six years. I guess what I'm trying to say, James, is that I've started to like you. A lot, actually.

You're so much nicer to everyone and you've limited asking me out to once a week. It's been getting harder and harder to keep saying no. I never thought I'd actually consider going on a date with you. Hell, I've never even considered willingly being within two feet of you. It's harsh but it is the truth.

A few boys have asked me out this year (most likely because they don't think you'll Transfigure them into toads) but I turned them down. And they were boys I've been hoping would ask me out!

I've caught myself, and others have caught me too, staring at you during class. Of course, I denied it and said I was staring out the window or something like that. What else could I do? Admit that I was watching you take notes?

Oops. I didn't mean to say that. Oh well. I'm not going to scratch it out. Why should I? You've seen me looking at you before. I love that eyebrow raise, small smile thing of yours. Did you see me blushing?

I feel like such an idiot. Here I am talking about me staring at you and you probably only ask me out anymore because it's more of a game to you and your friends. When you see me tomorrow, just hit me with a book or something. I'll be hiding in the library all day. You won't be able to miss me.

I'm going to close this letter now. I've said all I needed to say and I feel like a ten-ton truck has been lifted from my shoulders. I'm going to place this underneath the book you're sleeping on and hope that no one else sees it before you do.

Love,

Lily Evans

James grinned to himself. She was crazy for thinking he would ever give up on her. He folded the letter and stuck in his pocket. He jumped out of his chair and half-sprinted to the library. When he got there, he paused for a second to breathe, then walked around, looking for the redhead.

He found Lily near the back of the library, her back facing him. She was glancing at a thick book in front of her and writing notes. As quietly as he could, he walked up behind her, leaned down so his mouth was close to her ear, and whispered, "Hey."

Lily jumped and turned to look at him, the top of her head connecting with his jaw. Hard.

She gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. "James! Oh, I'm so sorry! Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry!"

"Don't worry, Lily. I've been hit harder by Bludgers," he reassured her, rubbing his jaw where she hit it. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

Silence fell for a few uncomfortable moments. James slid into an empty seat next to Lily, leaning back on two legs of the chair with his arms folded and eyes closed. "I got your letter," he started. He opened one eye and grinned at her. "Yeah, I did see you blushing."

Lily blushed now and bit her lower lip. "You can ignore the letter if you want… I wasn't thinking straight last night… I didn't mean…" She turned away from him and started putting her books away. "I-I just remembered something I have to do…"

He laid a hand over hers and their eyes met, her green embarrassed and his hazel smiling. "I liked your letter."

She allowed a small smile to cross her face. "You're not going to laugh at me?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Why would I? Lily Evans, I love you with all my heart. I would only laugh with you, never at you."

Her smile grew wider. "Thanks."

"Care for a trip down memory lane?"

Lily rolled her eyes jokingly. "Go ahead."

"Hey, Evans, d'you want to go out with me?"

"Yeah, Potter, I think I will."

A/N: So, what do you guys think? Not a very good chapter but I'm running on about six hours of sleep. See that blue button down there? No, the one on the left. Farther left. There you go! Click it and send me a review!