A.N: I hope everyone enjoyed or is enjoying DH! It was amazing for me, personally, just amazing.

I've finally got my writing streak back, so I'm updating and I hope you like it :) I'm also doing it to prove to myself that I can still write fan-fiction even though the series is over, so that's my personal worry over. Also, I realise that some of the facts I used in the story beforehand and perhaps in the future will not follow Deathly Hallows, so I apologise.

Enjoy!

April 19th

Great Hall, at breakfast

You know, I woke up this morning feeling strangely happy. I mean, I'd been smiling all day, even when the mirror in the bathroom told me my hair could do with a trim, and I couldn't think why.

That is, until a rather loud knock accompanied by a rather loud voice which I'm sure woke up every single portrait in the castle, along with every student, reach my ears.

"Lily Marie Evans you never told me that you snogged James Potter last night!?"

I almost choked on my toothbrush as the rest of the girls dormitory erupted into giggles and squeals of delight, "That's private!" I yelled back, making everyone explode into another round of laughter and talking.

"So it's true then?" I heard Emmeline's voice through the wood, and I could tell she was grinning, "What happened to, 'he's just an egoistical bully'?'"

I could hear my other dorm-mates start to make their way down for breakfast, and I paled when I realised that this small –ahem– happening would be all over the school like wildfire by the end of breakfast.

"Oh, leave off, Em," I heard Alice's voice say, "Now there's going to be a row when we get downstairs, I just know it."

"There's nearly always a row when Potter and Lils are concerned anyway," Marlene said cheerfully. (Honestly, how she could be cheerful right now I don't know. I'm ready to dig my own grave and bury myself in it, and possibly push Emmeline into one too.)

"Come on, Lily! We might as well get this whole escapade over with so you can hurry up and marry the bloke."

Pulling my school robe on over my uniform, I opened the bathroom door, where Alice was standing awkwardly next to the door, Emmeline was holding my diary in one hand, looking only slightly embarrassed, and Marlene was brushing her hair in the mirror, a mischievous look directed at me through the glass.

"Thanks," I said in a dry tone, "That's just how I wanted to start my day."

I snatched the diary from Emmeline's hand and left for the Great Hall, hearing an, "Ooooh," from Marlene, but, to be honest, I wasn't that bothered, I was too worried about the reception I'd get in the Hall.

I heard footsteps behind me as I neared the bottom of the stairs and Alice appeared at my side, an apologetic smile on her face.

"Don't worry, Lily," she said, "You know what they're like. And besides, everyone will have forgotten about it by this afternoon!

"Yeah," I smiled grimly, "I've just got to get to this afternoon first, haven't I?"

So now we're both sitting near the far end of the Gryffindor table, and so far, amazingly, nothing much has happened. I mean, I've had a few giggles when the younger years have passed us and a bunch of rather snooty Ravenclaw 6th years started cat-calling, but apart from that, no big palaver like I thought.

And really, maybe I shouldn't have made such a big deal about this up in the dorm? When Marlene and Em get down here I suppose I'll apologise to them, if they apologise back, of course.

But –

Oh no.

Now they're here.

My head quickly turns down to my lap as Alice whispers to me, "Lily, you've gone as red as your hair!"

Thanks. Really. I appreciate knowing that I look like a giant tomato when the boy I kissed last night has just entered the room when possibly the whole school, including teachers, knows what happened, (and have most probably elaborated on the whole tale in the process.)

I brace myself for a presence next to me on the table, or an arm around me shoulder and/or waist, or even the well-known, "Go out with me, Evans?" amplified 100 times so the whole hall can hear…

…

But nothing's happening.

I sneak a glance upwards, to see that all four of them have seated themselves a little way away from us, talking animatedly as if nothing had transpired yesterday at all. Of course, the hall is full of murmurings that I know have nothing at all to do with morning lessons, but Potter looks nonplussed by it all.

Indignance begins to rise in my chest unwillingly. We kissed last night; he actually kissed me and I let him and he has nothing to say on the subject?

Then his head turns and his eyes meet mine, and I'm remembering everything from the Common Room and my heart starts beating madly in my chest even though I don't really want it to.

And all he does is give me a little smile and a nod, nothing more, and then turns back to his friends.

That's it?

That's really it?

Alice places a hand on my shoulder because I'm very obviously distressed, although she probably thinks it's because the amount of whispers has grown and not because I want some sort of verbal contact with Potter.

"We could get to Charms early if you want."

I'm just about to stand up and agree with her when the morning post arrives, a flurry of brown, white, black and speckled feathers decks the hall, and I have to duck as one passes over my head and zooms off towards the Hufflepuff table.

Alice and I both receive a copy of the Daily Prophet with a massive head-line exclaiming, "Ministry members murdered in own home. Is no-one safe?"

Surprisingly, another owl begins to fly in my direction, and I recognise it as Potter's. But even more surprising is that it lands on the table next to me, a note in its beak.

I sneak a glance back over to the Marauders, but Potter has made no indication he's noticed this little happening.

Alice is nudging me to open it. But what if it's a prank of some sort? Or even worse, a Howler that will announce everything that happened last night?

No, that's ridiculous. I mean, he's not that horrible…is he?

I consider it, but then remember that he did save Snape's life two days ago.

So I'm opening the note, wondering what on Earth he possibly wants to say to me:

Lily,

Could you meet me in the Library before Arithmancy, please?

James.

Well, it's certainly been a fun morning so far.