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Chapter 3…

"POTTER! Pay attention!" Lily snapped. James glanced up in annoyance. He stared at her dully.

"What?" he questioned, clearly aggravated. He ruffled his hair again. Lily sighed in exasperation. That must have been the fifth time he did that in the last two minutes!

"I'm supposed to be tutoring you, but how can I tutoryou when you keep fooling around with that Snitch!" she yelled. James raised an eyebrow.

"Calm down, Evans. It's quite boring, listening to you read. Besides, we've gone through this chapter in the first lesson, the second lesson and this lesson! You'd think it would get pretty dull after a while. Instead of reading, why don't we transfigure stuff. Is is called Transfiguration, isn't it?"

"If you're so caught up in that Snitch, why don't you go fly on your broomstick? It seems to be the only thing you're good at, besides causing trouble," Lily retorted. James paused as an idea struck him. What can it hurt? I'm not getting anywhere in this bet, anyways.

"You know what, Evans? That's a damn good idea. And you're coming with me," he declared. Lily froze.

"Excuse me?" Grinning, James grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the room and outside. "No! Wait! Potter, stop! What do you think you're doing!" she howled.

"Sheesh, quiet down, Evans. I'm just gonna teach you how to fly," James explained. Lily's eyes widened in fear.

"Oh, no… I don't fly," she said, backing away slowly. James pretended to pout.

"Aww, come on. It's not that bad, Evans. It's actually pretty fun. And I'll be there the whole time. Nothing's gonna happen," he wheedled. Lily shook her head.

"Now way. No way I'm getting on a stick and trusting it to support me. Isn't that kinda uncomfortable?" she asked.

"Hmph. Uncomfortable? Try being a guy and doing it," James grumbled. He held out his hand for Lily. "Please, Evs? Please?" Lily stared at his hand. Then, cautiously, she placed hers into his. James broke into a grin.

"Okay, sit in the back first, just to get the experience of flying." He climbed on and motioned for her to sit behind him. Lily hesitantly swung one leg over. "Good… Now, wrap your arms around me."

"POTTER!" Lily screeched.

"Hey, would you rather fall and split your head open?" he demanded.

"No, but I rather not do this at all," she muttered, but she loosely put her arms around his waist. Without warning, James kicked off the ground. "POTTER!" Lily hollered. James whooped with delight.

"Isn't this fun?" he shouted. He flew higher and higher, circling the Quidditch hoops. "See, Evans? You got to learn to live a little or you'll never enjoy life. Be a rebel," James advised playfully. Lily had to admit; she was having fun. James soared higher. Then, all of a sudden, he took a nosedive down to the ground.

"POTTER!" she roared. Just as they were about to hit the ground, James turned up, their feet skimming the ground. "God," Lily panted. "Well, that was better than I expected."

"Good. Because you're going to ride your own broomstick now," James said casually. Lily froze. She stared at him. He's kidding right? Me, ride my own broom? I'd crash and fall and burn and DIE! James quickly brought out another broom. "Okay, get on." Lily obeyed.

"You sure about this, Potter?" she asked, staring at his sparkling hazel eyes. They flashed once and he shook his head.

"No, but we're going to do it anyway… Are you ready? Okay, grip the broom tightly. Now, kick off from the ground!" They both flew into the air at the same time. "Be gentle with it. That broom will go pretty fast with just the slightest touch. Let your instincts guide the broom."

They began to fly around the Quidditch pitch. "Isn't this fun?" James called out. He began to fly faster and higher and was quite surprised when Lily followed him. Circling the outside of the pitch, he turned his head and saw Lily, twisting around the hoops. Flying back to her, he yelled, "Hey, let's race!"

"Are you kidding? Me, against the Quidditch star? Yeah right!" she yelled back, but she followed him to the hoops.

"Okay, fly to the hoops, zig-zag through, then make a U-turn and come back. Whoever does that first wins," James said, pointing across the pitch. Lily nodded. "Ready? Set… GO!" They took off quickly. James had to admit, Lily was pretty fast. She was only a few feet behind him as he circled around the hoops and came back.

Suddenly, she leaned to the right as she made another turn and rolled over… right off the broom. She felt the air rushing around her, the exhileration of it all. Then, fear overcame her body, and she let out a blood-curdling, ear-shattering scream.

James froze in his spot, unable to move as he watched her plummet towards the earth. Then, as he realized what was happening, he sharply jerked his broom towards Lily. He leaned forward, urging the stick forward. His heart had been pounding against his ribcage, but now it seemed to have stopped altogether. Time seemed to freeze as she plunged dangerously toward the ground.

Lily squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for her legs to hit the ground and crumple beneath her. All of a sudden, a pair of strong arms warpped around her. James. He brough her to his chest as they landed, James hitting the ground first.

THUMP!

There was a sickening thud, followed by silence. James quickly rolled away from her and lifted her into his arms, staring into her face.

Her eyes slowly opened, and she blinked once. Then, she swiftly wrapped her arms around him. "Oh, God, James…" she murmured. James pulled her onto his lap and held her. Without even realizing it, he carefully pressed his lips against hers.

It was a sweet kiss. His tongue skimmed her lower lip, and her lips parted slightly. Their tongues danced. His lips were warm and soft. That's when realization hit him. It dawned on him. Lord, she called me by my first name…

A/N: I know, that was a short chapter, and cheesy too, but oh well. Please review!