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"That was strange, wasn't it?" Lily's friend Emmeline said. "I mean first he didn't even know that you were in the same house as he was, then, just 'cause of some freak door accident, he asks you out."
Lily and Emmeline were just heading upstairs toward the Gryffindor common room after dinner. Emmeline never seemed to get sick of that topic. It had been almost a year since the day James first asked Lily out after stupidly walking into a classroom door, and he didn't stop asking after that. No. He kept asking, and asking, and asking, and asking…Lily was just getting sick of it all. He did everything to get her attention, pull complex pranks, walk past her with a crowd of admirers, and even show Snape's boxers in front of her face. Seriously, couldn't he take 'no' for an answer?
"What happened on earth happened after that that made him think of ever asking YOU out?" Emmeline was supposed to have said more, but before she could, Lily gave her an angry look.
"What are you trying to say, Emmeline?" Lily asked with one eyebrow raised—a look that raised the hairs from the back of anyone's neck. "Do I look that bad?"
"No, no, no. Forget I said anything." Emmeline quickly looked around for anything to change the subject. She spotted a suit of armor singing Christmas carols to anyone passing it by. "So what are you doing for Christmas?" She said that so fast that she almost got tongue-tied.
"I'm staying here. I don't want to se Petunia right now. And that horrid husband of hers…UGH!" Lily's nose scrunched up just thinking about them. A Christmas at Hogwarts was a lot better than Christmas with a couple of people who talked about garden gnomes and how "out-of-the-ordinary" they were all day. "How about you, Emmeline, what are you going to do?"
"I'm going home to my family this year. They were sorta upset that I decided not to spend Christmas with them last year. They wouldn't tell me why, but I'm sure it was because they missed me." Emmeline lifted her chin up haughtily; Lily just rolled her eyes.
"You know, sometimes you're just like Potter."
"Whatever you say, Lily…"
James was walking along with his friends Remus, Sirius, and Peter. The boys were talking about…something…James didn't know what. He was too busy thinking of what to do for Lily this Christmas.
"So what do you think, James?" Sirius asked James. "We can sneak in at midnight and finish it all off in half an hour…James?" Sirius waved his hands in front of James's face. "James? James? JAMES, WATCH OUT!"
"Wha-OOF!" James ran into a Christmas tree making it swing ominously from left to right, right to left before it landed safely on the ground once more.
"James, you idiot, watch where you're going! The next time you do that, you might run into the Whomping Willow!" Remus slapped the idiot on the back of the head. "What the hell were you thinking of anyway?'
James looked away from his friends then said, "Christmas."
"Are you sure it was Christmas? It looked more like you were thinking of Lily to me." Peter retorted.
"And what makes you say that?"
Remus, Sirius, and Peter gave each other knowing glances before saying, "Honeydukes daze!"
"What?"
Ever since James ran into McGonagall's transfiguration class door, the boy always had this look on his face whenever he thought of his girl (She wasn't really his girl yet, but anyway…). This look was named the Honeydukes daze by James's four friends because whenever Lily popped into his head, he would always have his mouth opened slightly with a bit of drool just about to come out. Yes, I know, it was disgusting. This was also how he looked when he remembered the time a girl bought him the whole Honeydukes candy shop for his birthday a year ago (he was thinking of the candy, not the girl), but that was rare compared to the times he thought of Lily.
"So what do you plan on doing for her this Christmas?'" Remus asked. "Are you going to by her the whole Honeydukes?"
"No. I don't know yet. What do you think she'd like?"
"Did I hear that correctly?" Sirius yelled out for all to hear. "Did THE James Potter just say he did not know how to make his move on a lady? THE JAMES POTTER!"
James kicked the kid squarely in the…ouch…"Shut up, Padfoot, before I gouge your eyes out with mistletoe!"
Sirius couldn't even speak but only nodded his head and gave a small squeal. Tears were welling up in his eyes and he walked all the way to the Gryffindor common room in a somewhat fetal position. Everyone—including the Christmas-caroling suits of armor—laughed at him. But even with this hilarious sight, James couldn't stop remembering that he still had no idea on what to give or do for Lily this Christmas, and it was only a week away.
"Well, at least I know she's staying here at Hogwarts on thetwenty-fifth." James told himself.
"Hey, James," Peter called from his bed in the boy's dormitory, "I think I know how you can impress Lily this Christmas."
James looked up from his love doodles. "Oh yeah, how?"
"Well, my mum used to tell me this holiday story about a snowman doing good deeds for this pretty snow princess."
James held back a laugh which made him choke on his own spit; he started gagging. Peter didn't notice.
"He did all these good deeds for the princess like giving the princess' pearl necklace to a hungry beggar and other stuff, too, like finding and returning her lost things. He did all that twelve days before Christmas. Then, on Christmas Day itself, the snow princess kissed the snowman as a token of her appreciation, and he turned into a handsome prince."
James stopped gagging. "Really now?"
"Yup!"
"That's a great idea, Wormtail!"
And with that, James started planning. He only had two days left 'til Christmas but maybe, just maybe, HE could get a kiss from his snow princess.
A/N: OK. I will try to finish this before Christmas. I can do it!
PS: I made up that snowman story myself ;-)