Hey everyone…this is my first Harry Potter fanfic. I've only ever written fanfics on TV shows before. So no flames please, but some constructive criticism would be nice.

Disclaimer: I own no one. They are all J.K.'s toys. I just get to borrow them.

James Potter woke early that morning. He could feel something good was going to happen. He just knew it. It was barely 6:00, and the 7th year boy's dormitory was still dark. He got up quietly and got dressed in his Quidditch practice robes. He tiptoed out of the dormitory, and out to the broom shed.

"Alohomora!" he tapped the doorknob. It clicked, and he went inside to retrieve his broom. With his broom over his shoulder, he walked out to the Quidditch pitch, which was illuminated in the pale light given off by the sky, which had a pinky purple dusting on the eastern horizon. The grass was dewy and James's shoes were beginning to feel wet.

He mounted his broom and took off, feeling the wind in his hair and on his face. He flew for over an hour, playing with the snitch he'd stolen the previous year. Finally, hot and hungry, he returned to the ground, stuffed the snitch in his pocket, and put his broom away.

He walked into the Great Hall for breakfast early for a Saturday. Glancing around, he saw only 5 students. A Ravenclaw first year, pouring over a book; a few Hufflepuffs eating in silence; and a gorgeous, green eyed Gryffindor.

Lily Evans was just the person he wanted to see.

"Hi Lily," he said softly, standing beside the table.

She looked up from her book, "Oh! Hi, James. You startled me. "

"Can – can I sit here?" he stammered.

"I suppose."

James sat down next to Lily. They'd been on much friendlier terms ever since he gave up picking on random students, and kept his hexing to Snivellus – only when Lily was out of sight.

"What do you want?" She asked suspiciously after he'd begun to pile his plate with toast and eggs without saying a word.

He paused; thinking of what would be a good excuse. "Just felt like eating breakfast early, and I didn't want to sit alone."

"Oh." She said, and went back to her book, occasionally taking a bite of her toast. Finally, after reading the same paragraph 3 times without taking any of it in, she turned to James. "Look, I've been meaning to talk to you. I'm…I'm sorry for being so mean to you before."

"Evans – I mean Lily," It was still strange to feel her name on his tongue. "I deserved it. We both know I did. I have an overly large ego…you told me so every time I spoke to you for 5 years."

"Well…I suppose. But still, we belong to the same house. I should have been civil towards you at the very least."

"Yeah, you should have!" he teased. Just then, 3 voices broke the otherwise quiet of the Great Hall.

"Hey Prongs!" called Sirius loudly. Remus and Peter followed behind him.

"Hey," he said, reluctant to have his conversation with Lily come to an end. It was going so well…

"We couldn't find you, and we were worrying where you were!" squeaked Peter, who had always been small for his age.

"YOU were worrying about him, Wormtail." Sirius growled at the small boy.

"Playing Quidditch?" Remus said, changing the subject.

"Yes. It was really cold this morning."

"I see…"

Lily got up and started to walk away, "Hey Evans!" James called after her.

She turned, "What?" she asked, her cheeks burning.

"Hogsmeade visit this weekend. You want to go?" he called, sounding bolder than he felt.

"Give it up, Prongs, she's never going to say yes," Sirius muttered under his breath.

Lily hesitated. "Sure," she finally said, "Why not?" and she walked out of the Great Hall, smiling to herself.

James turned to his three friends who were staring in shock.

"What…was…that…?" Remus asked slowly.

"I just asked Lily out, and she said yes," James said, not quite believing it himself.

"Way to go Prongs!" Sirius said patting him on the back. James ruffled his hair, unbelieving of how lucky he'd just gotten.

R&R please…tell me if I should continue it. If not, well it was a good one shot. Thanx! Maybelline