James was feeling rather exited. Today there was to be a Quiddich match against the Slytherins.

I wish we win to impress Evans, he thought.

However James Potter had forgotten something very important. Lily Evans hated Quiddich. She found it much too violent. She had never come to a single Quiddich match since the first one she had seen, six years ago. She had sworn to herself she would never, ever, watch another Quiddich match. But James Potter was once more lucky.

"Oh, do come to this Quiddich match! Alice pleaded her friend that day.

Lily made a face.

"You know how I feel about that!"

Alice gently touched Lily on the shoulder and looked at her friend straight in the eyes.

"Do you want to live the rest of your live missing all the fun? Grow up, Lil, it's time you realise you're allowed to be happy just as the rest of us. You're sixteen. Get ride of your old fears and go out with all the rest of us instead of staying inside your head in a book!"

Lily was speechless. Alice had never spoken to her so directly yet so truthfully. She wanted to shout at her friend but she knew Alice was right. It was time to get ride of her fears and her impossible temper. Finally Lily smiled. Alice gave a sigh of relief. Lily wasn't the kind of person you wanted to get on your bad side.

"You know, Alice, you don't have to worry. You're so nice and popular I'm sure Longbottom will notice you soon."

Alice slipped her arm through Lily's as they went up to the dorm to get ready.

"Thanks a lot. And you shouldn't worry either. I'm sure the right guy is just around the corner."

Alice had no idea how much truth there was in that last sentence.

Ironically James was just at the other side of the wall telling the portrait the password. He entered the common-room. He immediately spotted Lily climbing up the stairs with Alice at her side.

"Hey Evans!" He called.

Lily stopped.

"Yes, Potter, what do you want?"

James came near them messing up his hair nervously.

"Well, I was just wondering if you were coming to the match. I would have liked for us to go together, you know."

Lily looked at Alice and then back at James Potter.

"Sure, I was just getting ready. Wait for me here, I'm coming in a sec."

Lily ran up the stairs leaving James with Alice.

"I'm so proud of her!" Alice said suddenly.

And then she followed Lily's footsteps. James scratched his head.

Girls are weird.

Fives minutes later Lily came back out of the dorm, covered in red and gold, their colours. James watched her.

She's so pretty, he thought.

Lily didn't notice James's gaze on her. She wondered how on earth she could have accepted James Potter's invitation!

Look at him, she thought as James walked along with down to the Quiddich pitch, he's got such a big head! And that silly dopey smile on his face! I can't stand the guy!

James, unlike Lily, noticed her staring and smiled to himself.

Probably admiring me, he thought and grinned to himself.

Score: Two for me, zero for Padfoot.

"GO Gryffindor! GO Gryffindor!"

The cheers and applauds of the whole school for the Gryffindors could be heard at a very far distance. While the Slytherings booed their adversaries, the players mounted their broomsticks. Michael Mackenzie, a hufflepuff, was the commentator. He was listing the names of the players, with McGonagall hovering just beside him.

"And in the Gryffindor team we have Longbottom, Black, Avis, Roberts, Wood, Patil, and Potter!"

The whole school clapped their hands triumphantly whilst the Slytherings booed loudly.

And then Madam Hooch blew on her whistle and they were off. James caught the ball first and zigzagged threw the players.

"Potter is going to score! Go, Potter! Kick the Slytherins ass!

McGonagall went red with anger.

"Mackenzie! She cried warningly.

"Ah sorry, Minnie, Finnegan said as the students laughed, and oh, will Potter score? Malfoy blocks his path and he scoooooooores!"

James flushed with pleasure as the whole crowd applauded him. He felt really home under all this admiration and he loved flying. He had learned how to fly before he could even walk! He only made one with the broomstick as he swooped and grabbed the ball once again. He wondered if Lily was watching him. He hoped she did.

And indeed Lily Evans was watching the game. She was sitting beside her friends Alice and Amber applauding the players. How could have she missed all the fun all these years she wondered? She loved this! She cried Potter's name as he grabbed the ball and found herself admiring him just like all the others.

He really has talent, she admitted to herself.

And she too felt quite at home, shouting for Potter and booing the Slytherin players.

"Go James! She yelled louder than anyone.

James heard and his heart melted as he spotted his Lily in the crowd, cheering him. Cheering him! James's mind was full of love for the red haired girl just then.

And he didn't even remember to keep counting the points for the bet he had made with Padfoot. Nothing was important just now except Lily Evans.

My Evans, he thought and scored a last goal before the end of the match.

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Okay, I know this isn't even close to being as good as some other fanfic but really writing in english when you're french is not that easy, if you know what I mean. If you have any good ideas, please Review ! Thanks a lot