A/N: I just had to get ONE sappy random little cutsie "awwwwwwwwwwww" scene in this story…even though I've had about 20 of those. Well if you're reading this you're either 1) Liking the story or 2) So disgusted by it that you feel the need to read it and find every little mistake or bad writing…either way thanks for reading my story!

Disclaimer I do not own Harry Potter. Or I do not own any of the characters in this story, or the scenery. Pretty much I only own the plot line.

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Quidditch- Lily had never particularly enjoyed the concept of flying on a piece of wood, especially in the midst of flying bludgers, directed to hit flyers. She preferred not wasting her time with the subject.

Yet, Friday evening, she had been warm and content reading a book in the common room while her friends talked happily of the upcoming ball. Friday evening, when she had finally gotten a certain James Potter off her back and wanted to keep it that way. Friday evening, while puny snowflakes could be seen occasionally falling on the deserted grounds, a pair of masculine arms grabbed her, carrying her out of the common room with shocked eyes following their path out.

"Potter!" Lily furiously struggled to get out of his arms, knowing that she would fall if she succeeded. But James's hold was too strong for her.

"Evans stop struggling," James sulked once again (he did that a lot these days). Lily struggled even more. "Fine, I'll drop you down these flights of stairs."

"You wouldn't dare," she glared, staring at the steep stairs descending to (what looked like) thousands of feet below her. James smirked evilly, taking notice of the fact that Lily had thrown aside her attempts of escape.

The silence that followed was only broken by occasional huffs of pride from Lily.

"Where are you taking me?" she finally asked, trying to ignore the smirk on James's face.

"You've never flown a broomstick before, have you Evans?"

"No," Lily said suspiciously.

"And yet you hate flying, even though you haven't tried it?"

"I don't HATE it, I just would rather keep my feet on the ground."

"You're down-to-earth aren't you?"

"Some people would say that I'm high-in-the-sky."

"Without the sky that is," James smirked some more. Lily resisted the urge to hit him, seeing as how he was walking down a flight of stairs with steps that liked disappearing.

"Where are you taking me?" she tried again, though she already had guessed.

Her suspicions were proved right when they emerged into the freezing air, heading towards the Quidditch field, where two broomsticks (with scarves, mittens, and hats) were lying.

"I'm not going on those," Lily stubbornly said though gratefully accepting the extra warmth of the mittens and hats.

"Evans…" James pleaded. Lily shook her head vigorously. "Are you afraid of heights?" he teased.

Lily scoffed. "Of course not!"

"Prove it."

"I don't have to prove anything to you."

"Evans, I'm shocked to hear that you're afraid of flying!"

"I'm NOT afraid of flying!"

"Then you're afraid of heights."

"No I'm not!"

"Well why don't you prove it to me?"

"Because you're not worth the time or effort to!"

"I'm hurt Evans." He feigned a knife stabbing into his heart.

"I'm not getting on that broomstick and I'm not going to fly!" she glared at him.

James didn't say anything, but stood still, staring at her with an expression she didn't understand.

"You're not afraid of heights?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

"No!" she fiercely replied, her tempter flaring.

"Calm down Evans, or your face will match your hair."

"My hair isn't THAT red!" she retorted.

"I could make it."

"Don't you DARE!" she shrieked, her anger rising even more. And yet anger seemed to amuse James. He let out a heart-felt laugh.

"Lily, you know that I wouldn't alter one thing about you. You're perfect just the way you are."

Lily pushed aside the compliment. "I'm going back inside, Potter. Please, for Merlin's sake, DON'T push me any farther than you already have. I'm infuriated with you enough as it is." She turned around and began to walk towards the castle, but James caught her arm and turned her to face him.

"One ride, please? I'll be with you up there," he pleaded.

"Why?" Lily asked, her temper cooling.

"Because I want you to share something magical with me."

At first, Lily was going to refuse, but the begging and beckoning glint in his eyes made her resistance falter and slowly fade to nothing, until her fierce "NO!" turned into a quiet "fine."

Lily clutched tightly onto James, afraid to look down. She had lied about not being afraid of heights, but had been too proud to admit it.

James could feel her fear in the way she held onto him. "Evans, just relax and let go of the fear," he advised. Reluctantly, Lily opened her eyes.

The view was breathtaking, and Lily didn't care HOW cliché it was.

They were soaring above the completely white Forbidden Forest, with the iced-over lake glistening a short ways away. The castle in all its enormousity glistened and glittered a further while away. Hagrid's tiny hut could barely be noticed with the snow and the dark, and wouldn't have been if not for the smoke rising from the chimney.

The icy cold air was, instead of painful, quite relaxing and made Lily feel calm and at ease as wind rushed her face. Despite the fact that she was still afraid of the ground hundreds of feet below, she loosened her grip on James.

And, though Lily didn't see this, James smiled, feeling her presence leaning on his back, her arms wrapped around his waist with a grip that warmed his entire body. Her breath was on the back of his neck, making his hair stand up for more reasons than the cold.

The words (thankfully only a whisper) escaped from his mouth before he could stop them. "I love you Lily."
"What?" Lily asked.

"I love flying," he lied, a slow flush creeping to his cheeks. "Do you want to land now?"

"No!" Lily exclaimed. "I'm really…enjoying this."

James couldn't resist an, "I-told-you-so," and his heart melted when Lily laughed.

Something so simple, a ride on a broomstick, had turned into so much more for James.

One more reason to love flying, he told himself, smiling again.

"James…" Lily whispered into his ear.

"Yes Lily?" James replied, beginning to shiver with tension at the way she had said his name.

"I have to use the bathroom," she seductively muttered, unable to keep the amusement out of her voice.

"One of these days, Evans…"

She laughed her beautiful, multi-colored laugh. "Oh, how cliché."