A/n: sorry this has taken so long to update.

Disclaimer: nope. Never will own Harry Potter.

"Um…James." Lily said as James got out his broom.

"What?" James asked, pushing things aside in the closet and revealing his Comet 260, the best and fastest broom.

"I…uh...don't like heights."

"You don't like heights?" James asked, amazed.

"No. Therefore, do we have to ride your broom?"

"Please?" James begged.

Lily couldn't resist that face, the one where he looks so cute, like a little puppy so she caved in and nodded. He just looked so cute to her. How could she not?

James got on his broom and looked at Lily. She then got on behind him, though very hesitantly, and looked down, even though they had not left the ground yet. James' knees were bent so Lily did the same, assuming she was supposed to.

"Wrap your arms around my waist and hold on tight, okay?" James said, looking behind him to face her. His hazel eyes gave away his worry for her.

Lily obliged and made sure her grip was tight and sure but not so tight as to cut off James' breathing.

"Ready?" James asked, looking back at her.

"Yeah." Lily replied, nodding, nervous.

They flew up 200 feet into the air and Lily felt the wind whip at her face and cause her hair to fly behind her. She smiled with momentary glee.

She cautiously let go of James and spread her arms but, without warning, James made a sharp turn and Lily fell off.

She screamed at the top of her lungs as she fell through the air, her hair flying in front of her and her eyes watering before she closed them tight.

James dove down after her, using his Quidditch skills, leaning close to the handle of his broom to speed up, and caught her in his arms before she hit the grassy ground.

She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly and sobbed into his shoulder.

James softly touched down and got off his broom, Lily still in his arms, and carried her to the house and up the steps to his room.

He laid her down on his bed but she wouldn't let go of him. So, instead, he laid next to her, her arms still wrapped tightly around his neck.

"Lily. Are you okay?" James asked, putting a strand of red hair behind her ear. Once again, his eyes and expression gave his worry away.

She opened her eyes and looked at him, blinking back the rest of her tears. For a moment, she, in her mind, blamed James the realized it was her own fault for letting go.

"I'm sorry for doing that turn. I shouldn't have."

"No. It's my fault. I let go."

James looked at her and wiped away her tears. He softly kissed her forehead, his mind racing.

They were so close, seeing as she wouldn't let go of him. She could feel his heavy breathing and he could feel her chest rising and falling, her breasts touching his chest with her every breath.

She gulped as he leaned in closer to her. She could feel his breath on her chest, neck and lips. It was enough to drive her mad.

In a split second, their lips met in a kiss.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in closer to him. He pressed his tongue timidly to her lips, asking for access, which she granted.

They broke apart, grinning and breathing hard.

"Lily." James said with a small smile.

"James." Lily replied in a soft whisper.

They kissed again and, again, were breathing hard when they broke off.

"Lily, will you go out with me?" James asked.

"Yes!" Lily replied.

And they kissed for the third time.