MISTLETOE

(A/N: HAHA! All the characters in this story belong to me! Men looking like Arnie in Terminator 1 advance with legal papers. Ok, fine I don't. I got this idea from my first kiss, which I won't go into at this moment. Oh, for those wondering, this story is set halfway through their 7th year. All the characters you recognize, don't belong to me. They belong to the awesome and all powerful J.K Rowling. All the characters you don't recognize, belong to me. And if you don't recognize James Potter, well, you have a problem. Skyla/Erin/Paige, if you read this, please tell me what you think! People please R&R!)

It was a beautiful dawn. The sunlight gently rolled over the snow laden grounds, and each tree in the Forbidden Forest –which didn't look so scary now- was capped with sparkling sliver frost. It was Christmas Eve morning, and it was going to be a beautiful day. Most of the students had gone home for the holidays, but a few remained behind. Namely the Marauders and Charmed (A/N: Lily and her 2 best friends) from Gryffindor, and several others from the other houses. Now, on with the story.

The Gryffindor tower looked no different from the other towers. Snow covered the roof, and sparking crystals had formed off the window sills and the eaves. In the topmost dormitory on the right side, a group of teenage girls were sleeping. Suddenly, one with a shock of crimson hair rolled over in her sleep… and fell out of bed. Lily Evans woke up with a start. Now, what was she doing on the ground? And why did her…?

"Not again," she muttered, and got up slowly, stretching her arms above her. It was then that she turned to the mirror and got the shock of her life. "Why is there mistletoe above me?" She sleepily wondered for a moment, then came to a conclusion.

"POTTER!" She yelled. She ran out of her dorm, only stopping to pull on her dark blue dressing gown. Sprinting down the stairs she shouted.

"POTTER! GET THIS THING OFF ME!" She pulled out her wand, and muttered a spell. She grinned slightly, and cupped her hands around her mouth,

"POTTER! GET. DOWN. HERE. NOW!" Her voice echoed magically around his dorm. Lily stamped her foot impatiently.

Where is that little-

Her thoughts were interrupted as the subject came stumbling down the stairs, she had finally woken him up.

"Lily," James said groggily, "it's, like, 6 am on a Sunday morning. Go back to bed." He then looked directly at her and smirked, having obviously caught sight of the mistletoe above her head, "what have you done now? Of all people, you should know better then to mess around with charms."

Lily barley contained the roar that was building up in her throat. Instead, she snarled.

"Like you don't know! I've read about this spell, and if you think it's going to work, it won't!" She pointed her wand at him, "take it off you son of a bitch, or I will make you."

"Why, Lily, your suspicion is wounding, I didn't do anything of the sort. Ask Sirius. I have nothing to do with this, I just want to go back to bed." He said in tones of mock sadness, and gave her a careless grin that made most of the girls in Hogwarts melt.

Wow, he does look good-LILY! Get a grip! This is Potter! Wait, I know…

She thought, and allowed a malicious grin to cross her face, but he was still talking.

"I didn't do it Evans, so get off my case. Ask Sirius." He grinned at her again, but this time she was armed against him. She slowly drew out her wand, making sure that he could not see her subtle movements. Pointing her wand at him –she was totally tuned out to whatever he was saying- she muttered a spell, and shot a streak of blue/grey at him. Lily's grin grew wider. What James didn't know wouldn't hurt him, but in this case, it would. She had been looking up some 19TH century charms for Charms when she had come across it. 'It' was a 24 hour truth hex, it made the 'receiver' tell the truth for 24 hours. Quite effective, and the person woke up the next day with absolutely no memory of the pervious day, which made it in a word, ideal.

(A/N: For all those wondering, the Ministry abolished the spell during Voldy's rise to power, for, even though it was useful, the Death Eaters could use it too easily. Besides, haven't you heard of poetic license?)

"So, James. Who made this charm up? It's pretty good." She said aloud. He looked scared, and tried to be offhand, and for a second she considered taking the hex off.

"Sirius came up with the idea." He mumbled, and she let out a growl.

"So, what do I have to do to take this thing off me?" Lily continued with no emotion in her voice. She waited impatiently for the boy to tell her, she was already planning her revenge on Black. He was so going to pay for this humiliation.

"You have to get a boy to kiss you." Potter muttered, edging out of the room. She involuntarily let out a gasp, not that she was not very aware of anything else but his words at the moment.

Lily stood there, shocked. For one of the first times in her life, she had on idea of what to do. She half expected it to be a stupid prank that would wear off after a couple of hours. The other half expected it to be much worse.

"What if we don't get a guy to kiss us?" she asked, so that he couldn't see her eyes, which showed her reaction to his words better then anything else. James however, looked uncomfortable.

"If you don't get a guy that you care about to kiss you by sunset, you have it for the rest of your life." He replied awkwardly. Lily gasped. There was only one boy that she ever considered that she liked, and there was no way she was going to tell him.

But he has got much better…

"How could you be so cruel?" She asked, stunned.

"I didn't do it Lily." He softly replied, and she drew her gaze up until she was looking directly at his eyes. The way he was looking at her, it was more genuine then she had ever seen from him. She sank down onto one of the couches, and started to sob. She didn't complain when he sat next to her, or when he gently stroked her hair. When he moved closer and hugged her, she didn't say anything, just cried into his shoulder. And once she got going, she couldn't stop.

Lily eventually lifted her face off his shoulder.

"I believe you," she murmured, her voice all over the place from crying. She suddenly noticed how close they were, she could feel his hot breath on her check. It took all her self control not to bury her face into his shoulder again, just to feel him stroke her hair. Instead, she gave him a watery smile, and half rose up from where she had landed. However, her strength had completely deserted her, as she was still very tried, she just resisted the impulse to fall asleep where she was. He looked directly at her.

"I'm sorry Lily," he said, with more sincerity then what she had ever heard from him. She sniffed, and smiled slightly.

"I know." She replied softly, and brushed the hair back off her face, where some strands had become stuck to her face from her tears. They both got up at the same time, rather awkwardly, and she accidentally stepped closer to him. James suddenly leaned in, and gently kissed her. Lily stiffened momentarily, then leaned further in. He felt so good, so warm… She slid her arms around his neck, and began running her fingers through his hair. He slid his arms around her waist, he felt so good… They pulled apart, their breath coming in gasps.

"James," she said softly, as he leaned back in, but she avoided him, "James, look at my head." She had heard what he hadn't, a soft sound rather like glass breaking. She saw James look up, and his eyes widen slightly.

"Didn't know you cared," he quipped, and she pulled away from him, half in anger, the other in disappointment.

"You know Potter, I thought you'd changed, I really did. I guess that you haven't." She said, her finial words carrying a note of bitterness. He gently pulled her in again, until they were inches apart.

"I have changed Lily." His eyes seemed darker then usual, "You just… it's like when ever I'm around you… I need to prove myself, and I'm kinda used to that, but, not from someone that's not my dad. It's… unsettling, and very, well, attractive."

Lily looked at him, and barely repressed a gasp. She had never been this close to him, his eyes… It was like looking into pools of liquid-amber with honey swirling through it. They were beautiful, and hypnotizing. Why am I thinking this about his eyes? She wondered, slightly annoyed at this boy how seemed to fit her so perfectly, yet knew exactly what buttons to press to piss her off. She began tracing every inch of his face and smiled slightly.

"You know that you are so annoying, don't you?" She felt him shiver as she began tracing his lips, and she leaned in…

And Sirius Black chose that moment to wander down the stairs.

(A.N: Well, people, that's the end for now. PLEASE REVIEW! Oh, if enough people ask, I will add to this, but at the moment, I like the length, and I like how I've finished it. Everyone, please R&R! Oh, I know that Lily is a bit ooc, but that's they way I've written her so sue me. Second thought, just yell at the computer a bit.

T.M.A.M.

P.S. I know it's a it short, but on Word it's six pages, but I don't know how big that'll be on I really don't. Remember, this is my first fic. Oh, Skyla/Paige/Erin, if you're reading this, tell me what you think! You're my friend, so I know you'll have the harshest words. Starts to cry. Anyway, bye all! )