AN. 2nd. Yup. Yup. Enjoy and stuff. :). This came into my head when, surprisingly enough, it had been raining. And my friends and I were running through the puddles. It's fun. You should do it. Although not before school/work/something where you are expected to look respectable. Big mistake. Lesson learnt. [Slight part based on real life.
Quite a short chapter. Sorry.
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Puddles.

7th Year

It was a cold, grey day in late November. Lily Evans and James Potter were walking across the empty courtyard holding hands. The ground around them was filled with puddles and the trees were bare.

It had been just over one week since Lily had finally agreed to go out with James, and his attitude seemed to have changed quite dramatically since then. He would pull out chairs and open doors. He would pretend that he was sincerely interested in the things that Lily wanted to talk about and he would make sure he would pay attention in the classes that they were in together. He had stopped making stupid joke and sexual innuendoes and on their last trip to Hogsmeade, James had spent over three hours in Flourish and Blotts with Lily without one word of complaint, even though Lily could tell how incredibly bored he was. He seemed to be determined to be the 'perfect boyfriend'. Determined not to annoy Lily in any way. This, of course, irritated her immensely.

Although this new James was pretty damn unfaultable, Lily missed the old one. The James who would spend hours and hours in the Quidditch shop, admiring the latest broomstick and play practical jokes every other day. The James who would follow her around shouting corny pick-up lines. The James who would continuously ask her to marry him at the most inappropriate times. The James who would ramble for ages about Quidditch, bragging about his latest score/save/catch, boasting about Gryffindor's latest win. The James who would skip in circles around her as she rushed to lessons, asking pointless questions like "What are you're views on contact lenses?" The James who would run around whatever table Lily was doing her homework at, singing 'Lily's-studying' songs. This was the James that she has agreed to go out with. This was the James that she was falling in love with.

She desperately wanted him to realise that he didn't need him to be perfect. That he could relax around her. That he could really be himself while he was with her. That she loved HIM, just as he is. Annoying quirks and all.

However, she didn't know how to say it. She couldn't exactly say 'Stop it! You're being too perfect!' He was making all these changes for her. He was trying to be different because he thought that it was what would make her happy. Idiot. He was treading on egg shells and it was annoying her.

"You okay, Lils?" He asked concernedly, snapping her away from her thoughts.

"Oh, yeah." She responded casually.

"You're quiet…" He said.

"I…I'm thinking." She said distantly.

"About what?" He said, stopping and turning towards her.

"You." She answered, smiling and wrapping her arms around his neck.

He grinned, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Really?"

"Yeah." She laughed.

He looked deeply into her eyes, and as much as it killed her to admit it because she did NOT want to be one of those girls, it made her go weak. "I…I love you, Lily."

"I know." She said, grinning. Regaining her strength she lifted her foot and kicked down hard on the ground between them, causing freezing cold, muddy water to splash the side of James' trousers.

"EVANS!" He squeaked, his voice raising a few octaves as the water soaked through to his skin.

She smirked, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Yes?"

"What's wrong with -? Why would you -? You're going to pay for that!"

She threw her head back and laughed. James stomped in the puddle they were stood in and water shot up her Lily's legs, soaking her socks and skirt and pants. "JAMES POTTER!" She screamed. He cackled. "My knickers are wet!" She hissed, clamping her legs together and standing awkwardly.

James' eyebrows shot up. "That's not exactly the context I imagined you screaming my name and saying that, but I'll take it." Lily flushed, but James wasn't sure if it was from anger or because she realised what she had said.

"I'm going to kill you!" She yelled launching herself at him.

He ran.

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By the time they skidded into their Transfiguration they were 7 and a half minutes late and drenched from head to toe. The class fell silent and turned to stare at them standing in the doorway. Minivera McGonagall peered at them curiously over the top of her glasses, eyebrows raised.

James cleared his throat. "Ahem. Sorry we're late, Professor." He said in his best attempt at apologetic tones, but his voice shaking slightly with the strain of not laughing.

Lily pressed her lips together, looking at the ground and biting on the inside of her cheek, the corners of her mouth turning upwards slightly.

"Would either of you care to tell me why you're several minutes late? And making puddles on my floor?"

AN – Hmm. Too short. Too short. And the ending was crappy. Oh well. Tell me what you think. :-)
The whole knickers thing came was quoted exactly from a conversation between me and my dear friend Jack. The perverted bastard. :-)
SilverDrama – Thanks. Thanks. Thanks. Hope you continue reading my tale of their tail… :-)

SiriusLover – Mmm. Sorry 'bout that. Thanks. :-)

Bre – Thank you very much. That's a really high complement. :-) I hope you carry on reading, although you might not because you don't have an account and stuff…

Bookworm1232 – I replied to you before…but thanks again. :-) No I don't like people 'yelling at me' but I do appreciate any constructive criticism. And I'm glad you liked it. But, again, its not my FIRST Fanfic, it was my first one shot.

SeRa.RoCkS– Thanks. Yeah, they're all one shots. Although I did want to write a story. Which I shall. LilySeverus probably. :-)

Review and make my sad little almost-time-to-go-back-to-school day.

And for those fickle ones, I'll give you stuff. Like…cookies seem to be popular. And y'know…cheese seems to be selling well. But some people are lactose intolerant so I guess I'll pick something else…a book everybody likes a good book. In fact, if you review, I'll turn INTO J K Rowling and write one fantastic Marauders-and-Lily-filled book. Deal? Eh? And I'll give you the funny. :)
Prisoner of Azkaban. [Film quote.

Severus - Give me a reason. I beg you!

Remus - Don't be a fool.

Sirius - He can't help it. It's habit.

Remus - Be quiet.

Sirius - Be quiet yourself, Remus!

Severus - You two, quarrelling like an old married couple.

Sirius – Why don't you run along and play with your chemistry set!

Ahaa…found that entire part rather amusing myself.