A/N This is my newest fic. Just another James and Lily. But be sure to review. Thanks!


"BUZZ OFF, Potter!"Lily Evans yelled angrily, her green eyes overflowing with obvious annoyance.

"You know you love me Evans. Just one date, please?"James Potter remained cool. He put on his puppy eyes

"You know perfectly well what the answer is, James,"she snapped back.

"Score! See you at Hogsmeade then!"James responded.

"You are so full of it!" Lily retorted.

"Is that anyway to treat your date?"

"Aughhh!" she marched away huffily.

"You really need to stop this, mate," a young Sirius Black said as he approached James . He winked at a girl across the hall.

"You're right. But when I'm around her I just can't help it," he said honestly, ruffling his messy hair. He sighed.

Common Room

James sat at a desk , absentmindedly doodling on a scrap piece of parchment. He pondered Lily. Perhaps it's time to turn down my affection for her a bit. I'm smothering her in love. I should cool it. He decided upon this. It would probably do him good in the long run anyway.

Lily was sitting in a comfortable chair, gazing into the fire. Its light cast an elegant glow upon her, and she looked gorgeous.

James moved to a free chair next to her and also stared into the flames. Lily looked at him suspiciously," What are you doing?"

"Thinking," he replied simply.

She tilted her head to the side." You mean, no, what?" she babbled.

"What?" he responded, confused.

"Nothing." His eyes went back to the fire. In all honesty, she was just shocked. There had been no lame pick-up line, no "date plans", it was just weird. She felt an odd, empty space in her gut.

Why do I feel like this?she wondered to herself.I couldn't actually like him asking me out, could I?She erased this possibility from her mind.She just couldn't, it was Potter after all.But then what did that feeling signify?

"I'm tired. I'm going to my dorm,"she said to no one in particular. She stood to leave.

"Sweet dreams," he replied. There was an absence in his voice. There was no sarcastic tone. It actually sounded sincere.

"Erm, thanks." She walked up the staircase to her four poster.