I published this story on September 9th, 2006, a few months after it was originally written.

As mentioned in the introduction, many of these stories have elements carried over from my everyday life. This particular story is based off an idea I had (coincidentally, at four in the morning). I'm sure everyone is familiar with the effects of sleep deprivation. I had spent the whole night in front of my computer and, now not quite in my right mind and talking with a friend online, I concieved a scenario in my head not unlike the one Lily carries out in this story. Thinking of carrying out this plan made me laugh so hard, I knew it had to become a story.

And so, this story was born.

I have taken out some extraeneous word choices and rewritten a few things, mainly dialogue. There is lots of new dialogue in here (I am still not sure about the "ABORT ABORT!" part). I hope it doesn't take away from the story!

This story takes place in seventh year (as Lily and James are head boy and girl). I have another story up here about the fateful moment where they both realize their feelings. For Lily it's something like "Crap, when did THIS happen?" and for James it's more like "Wait, what? OH MY GOD!". I think this would be quite a humorous moment and may portray it again.

As I said in the introduction, I identify a lot with Lily, and so in this story she has some characteristics that I do, the most notable being arguing with herself (oh come on, you know we all do it). The deep red blushing at the worst moments and wrapping one's self in blankets upon waking up are two more.

However, unlike Lily, I am quite grumpy and groggy after I wake up. This trait (along with the bedhead) I gave to Sirius.

The Second Oneshot

FOUR O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING: PUBLISHED SEPTEMBER 9TH, 2006

Her heart was thumping so loudly she could barely hear her careful short raps against the door of the Head Boy's room. Pulling her hand away from the door she gazed at it for a moment, stark white against the darkness. Lily shivered slightly and tucked her quilt firmly around her shoulders.

The door was opened by what looked like a large black mop with eyes.

"Yeah?" Sirius Black muttered sleepily.

Lily sucked in a deep breathe and tossed her crimson ponytail over her shoulder. "I'd like to speak to James, please."

Sirius peered at her suspiciously around the door. "Why aren't you yelling at me for being in the Head's room? Huh? I bet this is a set-up," he continued. "I just bet Filch is hiding behind you or something, waiting to throw us in detention!"

"Sirius? Wha?"

Another mop appeared next to the first one, rubbing its eyes sleepily. "Oh, Lily," it said.

Lily felt her stomach drop to her knees. Why am I doing this? This is the definite LAST TIME I ever do something I thought of at four in the morning.

"It's a set-up, James!" Sirius mumbled urgently. "Don't fall for it!"

"Go back to sleep," James said, pushing Sirius back into the room. He shut the door and looked at Lily for a few moments, shuffling his feet awkwardly.

Her hand twitched because he looked so sweet and vulnerable with his hair in more of a mess than it normally was, and she ached to fix it for him.

Patience, she thought firmly. I know what I'm doing. Oh, wait, no I don't! The panic was rising now, but she squared her chin and pushed it back down into an uncomfortable knot in her stomach.

"Um…" She finally said, after much careful thought.

Way to go. So articulate.

It's four in the morning. Give me a break.

It's your own fault you're up this early.

"Oh shut up," Lily said, slapping her forehead.

Bloody hell. I just said that out loud.

James looked at her oddly. "Lily, are you sleepwalking? Come here." He wrapped an arm around her and she nearly swooned, giving in for the first time to the butterflies in her stomach.

"Yes, definitely sleepwalking," he said softly, steadying her.

He was half carrying her and half hugging her and it felt so nice and he looked so adorable when he was sleepy…

Lily wasn't quite sure how it happened but suddenly her face was moving towards James's.

The lips, the lips! Not the…chin.

Lily's lips spectacularly missed James's and instead, as she opened her mouth to say something, her teeth sunk into his chin.

RUN!

She squirmed out of James's arms and bolted for her door. There was a tugging between her shoulder blades as he grabbed the back of her quilt.

Suddenly Lily's feet were not on wood anymore, but tangled up in the quilt and she was not standing up anymore, but sprawled on her back with a very large squishy lump on top of her.

The lump shifted and propped itself up on its elbows. Suddenly she was looking into a pair of very amused hazel eyes.

Lily felt the blood rush to her face as she desperately tried to find a piece of blanket to hide it in. All logic had fled at this point.

Abort, abort! she thought frantically. Agent Evans, your mission is a failure. Preserve the remaining shreds of your dignity and GET OUT!

Hands cupped her flaming cheeks gently and James Potter was laughing at her.

"Shut up," she hissed fiercely. "I've never tried to do that before, alright?"

He bent down but he was grinning so widely that his teeth were brushing against Lily's lips and that tickled.

Lily began laughing. She was laughing because she was on the floor at four o'clock in the morning in the middle of winter with James Potter on top of her trying to kiss her because she had bitten his chin.

And then James was laughing and he slid off of her, still close enough that they were cheek-to-cheek. They were laughing so hard that they were crying with their faces pressed against each other so the tears rolled down and swirled together.

He raised his hand to her face and brushed her tears away with his thumb and suddenly his lips were against hers and Oh my goodness, Lily thought, this feels wonderful.