A/N: I'm sorry this took so long to post! I was just trying to look for a Beta, but I always had problems communicating with them at the end, so I think I'm going to go solo :) Read, Enjoy, Review! Please, tell me what you think since this is the climax point of the story!

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It was safe to say that the day of the ball was hectic and consequently extremely chaotic. All of Hogwarts was buzzing with talk of who was going with who and what they were wearing. Yet, Lily couldn't help but to feel a bit disappointed, seeing as no one had asked her; at least no one presentable.

When Lily asked her friends why they thought it might be they just smiled.

"Oh Lily," said Amity, "You have just been playing hard to get all of these years, so the guys want the easy ones. You're not easy, you're special."

Macey smiled and nodded.

"Why do they do that?" asked Lily, "Why are they so lazy?"

"That's the mystery of boys," said Macey, "Sometimes they're just too thick to see the beauty in front of them." Remus wrapped an arm around her protectively and kissed her on the cheek and then leaned his head on her shoulder and Macey leaned hers on top of his.

Lily felt a pang in her stomach; she wanted something like they had; something special and something that would last forever. She wanted a guy to have eyes only for her, just like Remus and Macey. She wanted to be able to say something stupid and not feel embarrassed in front of him. She wanted someone to hold her when she was scared and someone to laugh with her when she was happy. Why was it so hard for her to find happiness with a guy? She sighed, knowing the answer. It had been in first year; the foolish eleven year old that she was had fallen for a gorgeous second year by the name of Michael Ellington. That time she had worn her heart on her sleeve and tried vainly to get his attention. Every day she'd even risk skipping classes to catch him in the halls (although she never really did skip). When he walked passed her, she'd purposely bump into him just so that he would look down at her and mumble an apology. That, she remembered, would make her day. During Valentine's Day she had sent him a card, and dared by Macey, had even signed it. During breakfast she remembered her heart being in her throat as his owl swooped down with the glittering pink envelope. She saw his friends snickering as he opened it. And when he did, the paper fairies flew out of it and formed a heart that shot mini-fireworks out from the sides that came together to form the words: Happy Valentine's Day. Oh, but when he read the name at the bottom was even more embarrassing. It had taken many 'bumping-into's, but he knew who she was. Right then and there he had raised his head and their eyes had locked. Not for long though, because Lily blushed furiously, turning almost as red as her hair, and hid under the table. The laughs of his friends had boomed in her ears and all she remembered after that was wet; she had cried the rest of the day. It was the most horrible and embarrassing moment in her whole life. To make it even worse, Michael had come to look for her. Surprisingly, he had found her; she was in the library, feeling much less soggy. Without her knowing, he had slipped into the seat beside her.

"I thought it was sweet," he had said. Lily at the time had panicked, turned over, seen his face way too close to her own, and nearly toppled off of her chair. Michael chuckled and swung an arm over her shoulder- Lily remembered and thought why he had tried so hard to make her feel even worse.

"I d-don't know what y-you're talking about," she had replied, trying very hard to keep her voice steady.

"That valentine," he said. Lily remembered her hairs on the back of her neck tingling; she remembered how much she had liked it.

"Thank you," she had said promptly. Michael smiled, and to her pleasure and surprise, kissed her on the cheek. He left the library after that, and had also left Lily in a state of perfect bliss. The guy she had admired from afar had kissed her on the cheek! Not nearly as good as on the lips, but good enough. The rest of the day had gone smoothly, and at night, Lily had decided to take a stroll and reminisce about the wonder that had happened in the Library that day. She knew it was wrong to wander off at night, but she had been so happy that she hadn't even thought of the consequences. The night was calm and silent for the most part, until Lily came upon a door and heard what sounded like struggling. Someone was getting attacked! This was what she had always feared: attacks in Hogwarts; attacks near her. Panicking, she didn't know whether to go tell a teacher or solve the problem herself. Then she thought, though, if she chose to tell a teacher, they would know that she had been wandering off on her own. Her dreams of becoming a prefect could be ruined! So, naïve little Lily decided she could take on the bad guy with a Stunning Charm she had learned recently. Trembling, her hand reached for the doorknob, the sounds still echoing from inside. She opened the door, fearing the worst, but what she saw was far more terrible than that. Inside the door, which led into a small closet, was Michael Ellington wrapped around a third year girl. The girl had shrieked and Michael had looked at Lily, raised an eyebrow, and continued on kissing the girl while Lily just stood there. It was safe to say that Michael had been "ahead" even at a young age. Confused and young Lily had slammed the door, ran up to the dormitory and had cried the rest of the night. Since then, she had never been able to look him in the eyes.

"So," said Remus, tearing Lily away from what was becoming a bad memory, "What stunning outfit do you plan on wearing?"

"Ah, love," said Macey, "That's for me to know and for you to find out."

Remus smiled and kissed her; Lily felt that pang again.

Sirius and James suddenly came and sat down next to them, followed closely by Peter and Janelle.

"So, sis, who are you taking to the dance?" asked Amity, earnestly curious.

"Er- no one," she said quickly, avoiding her sister's eyes.

One of them coughed, and Amity looked at her sister very suspiciously.

"If it's some perverted prat you better know that I'll beat him senseless if he even touches you," warned Amity.

Janelle's gaze dropped to the scrambled eggs being served and quietly said, "I know."

Sirius smiled, "Don't get too rough on him, Amity."

Amity shot him a dark look, "If I find that the guy my sister is going with is a pervert than you better believe that he's going to be in deep pain for a long time. Whoever that unlucky git is should start running."

Sirius lifted his hands in mock defense, "Don't go bursting a vein on him."

Amity rolled her eyes but James laughed. Remus stood up and pulled Macey with him, hugging her around the middle as they walked off towards the library. Remus turned his head to smile at the group as they left and Sirius winked at him.

"Ah, Moony in love," said James.

"I think it's sweet," Lily retorted.

"Sure it's sweet, but all they do is stuff their tongues down the other's throat," he said playfully.

"Oy, there's nothing wrong with that!" cried Sirius.

Amity laughed, "You are so shallow."

Sirius winked at Janelle and she giggled.

"I think their lucky to have each other," said Lily quietly.

James pretended to gag and Sirius sniggered.

Lily looked livid, "Just because you don't care about relationships doesn't mean everyone else is off snogging all the girls in Hogwarts!"

"Well- I-sure hope-you're not," said James in between laughs.

Lily groaned, "You insensitive piece of filth! Why don't you take something seriously for once?! All you do is laugh and snog and laugh and snog! You are insignificant! You'll never ever going to have someone love you, Potter!"

James stopped laughing, "What do you care, anyways, Evans?"

"I care because I'm forced to hang out with you since we have the same friends! Believe me, Potter, that if I had the choice I'd be far away from you! You and your stupid jokes and your stupid lifestyle! You're never going to get anywhere in life! Never!"

James glared at her, "So what? Do you think grades are all that matter?! How about personality?! People skills?! Because you have none of those, Evans, so if you think to get far in life- get a reality check! Sure, you'll get a job- but you won't get far if you don't have the stuff!"

Lily was furious, "The STUFF?! The STUFF, Potter?! What stuff exactly are you talking about?! Because if it's a good thing then you sure don't bloody have it!"

James stood up, "You're a waste of time Evans. To anyone. How about you go brood in a corner about your ninety-eight. Go on! Brood! Brood because you're not perfect! Nobody's perfect, you prick! And you especially are far from it!"

Lily felt her lip quivering as he stalked off.

"Oh, Lily," started Amity, but Lily had started to run off towards their common room, determined to not let anyone see her cry.

* * *

That Potter always knew exactly what to say, and that bothered her so much. Why did he have to be so unbearable? Why couldn't he just go away? That way she would be in peace and would be able to live her life without having to get in a row every day during breakfast. That stupid git ruined her bloody day. Just his arrogant look was enough to make you extremely unpleasant.

Lily sighed and rolled over on her bed, facing the window. To her annoyance she saw Potter flying around those stupid Quidditch posts on his stupid broom. Everything he did was stupid. She was above that- Lily Evans was above James Potter. Smiling to herself reassuringly, she got up from her bed and headed down to the common room, where Amity was.

"Lily?"

Lily smiled, "I'm fine, really. It was nothing- I shouldn't let that stupid prat get to me, is all."

Amity nodded, hugging her friend, "He can be quite agonizing sometimes, can't he?"

Lily laughed, "Yes, he can. That thick head of his can't get anything in or out but Quidditch and stupidity."

Amity grinned and was about to say something but Drake came down from the dormitory and beckoned her over.

"You're sure your ok?" she asked; Lily nodded, and so Amity went to Drake who kissed her gently on the forehead before grabbing her hand and walking her out.

* * *

It was exactly one hour and a half before the ball and all three girls were getting ready. Lily, for once, did not know what to do with herself. Her mind was completely lost for ideas on how to do her hair and what accessories to wear. Never had she worried so much about her appearance- it was always a simple ponytail and her regular pearl earrings. What else could she do? It was then that Amity came in to the room, the most perfect timing.

"Oh, Lily, do you need help?" she asked.

Lily blushed, embarrassed to be seen being unapt at thinking of a hairstyle, but she nodded anyways; Amity laughed.

"Well don't worry, we have plenty of time," she said as she stood behind Lily, playing with loose strands of her beautiful red hair, "Do you want it up or down?"

Lily looked at herself in the mirror, "I think I want both?"

Amity smiled, "That we can do."

It took no longer than half an hour to do her hair, and when Lily was finally allowed to look at herself, she was stunned. Amity had managed to pull back some of Lily's hair into a silky half-ponytail with a couple of strands to frame her pretty face. The rest of her hair had been made into loose waves that draped over her shoulders.

"Wow," she breathed, "I could have never done it with out you."

"Oh but you could've," said Amity, "I just have that little extra edge."

Smiling, she headed out of the bathroom to change into her dress robes and Lily followed. Soon she found herself in a dormitory filled with four striking girls in the most beautiful dress robes available in Hogsmeade. They were all wearing the same ones they had bought, in addition to Nadia who was wearing a bright fuchsia piece. They all smiled brightly at one another- they were all so excited. Rarely had Hogwarts hosted a ball, the only one they had heard of in their time was one where they still weren't allowed to go, seeing that they were only in first year.

Macey suddenly gave Lily a strong hug.

"Macey?" she asked.

"Oh, Lily!" she cried, "All of this makes me think that after this year we only have one more year together!"

"Macey, shh," Lily said, placing a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder, "Look, tonight is going to be wonderful. You have a great boyfriend, Macey, no one can deny that; you look brilliant; we're going to have a great time, and no matter what, we will never forget each other. There is no way that we're going to lose touch. We'll be together forever- remember that promise that we made to each other, Macey? That we would watch our kids grow up together?"

Macey smiled weakly, wiping a tear gently from her cheek.

"And," Lily continued, "How we planned that we would have one boy and one girl so that they would get married? That way we'd be related. We're going to grow old together, Macey, don't you ever doubt that."

Macey gave one last sob before hugging her friend.

"Oh, Lily, you're the best friend I could ever ask for."

Lily smiled, "You too, Mace- now stop crying, you're going to get your make up messed up," she teased.

Amity just looked up from her place, smiling. How she wished to have the close bond that they had. She hadn't always been their friend, she remembered. The older Gryffindors had demeaned her to be an outcast, but Lily and Macey took her in during second year when her potions pot had exploded and caused great warts to sprout on her face. They were the only ones who were there to shield her from all the laughing. Lily draped her cloak over Amity's face while Macey led her blindly out of the room, in which the potions master was even cracking a smile. It was safe to say that it had not been a good day for Amity- but ever since then the three had been inseparable.

"Well," said Amity, "I think we must be off, don't you?"

Lily nodded and Macey grinned, "Oh I'm so excited!"

And for all three of them there was good reason to be.

* * *

They reached the bottom of the common room, greeted by their dates' wide grins- all except for Lily of course, who felt awkward climbing down the stairs with no one there to greet her properly.

Remus kissed Macey, intertwining his hand with hers. Amity positively snogged her date, Drake, before they came up to breathe air and linked arms. Lily just stood there, hands playing with the sleeves of her robe.

"You look very pretty tonight."

Lily turned around blushing to see Sirius looking at her with a smile, "Thank you, Sirius. And who are you going with?" She was surprised to see him so clean-cut. He was wearing all black dress robes and a bright red mask.

"That, Lily, is a surprise."

Lily smiled tenderly at her friend, "Ah, Sirius, you better not have chosen some easy slut."

Sirius shrugged, smiling, "I might surprise you."

Lily looked at him quizzically before being beckoned over by her friends and their dates. Sirius humorously blew her a kiss before she left the common room and made her way towards the Great Hall. It was safe to say, that the walk over was quite uncomfortable for Lily. Both couples were very lovey-dovey, holding hands and kissing each other. Remus even attempted to drag Macey into a closet, but she pulled him out and insisted they go to the ball…first. They reached the doors and they all began pulling out their masquerade masks. When they looked around, they all smiled, hardly recognizing each other even though the masks only covered their eyes. It was true then, Lily thought, that the eyes were not only the window to the soul, but what truly defined a person's face.

Everyone breathed deeply before swinging open the doors and entering a magnificently decorated Great Hall. The ceilings were draped in banners and streamers of blue, green, and black. Fairies flew around them creating a magical glow that cast upon the masked students' faces. It was the most breathtaking sight Lily had seen yet. The music was great and loud and almost everyone was dancing. Amity's date put a hand on her lower back and walked her out to the dance floor. Macey and Remus stayed behind.

"Are you going to be ok if we go dance?" asked Macey kindly.

Lily felt embarrassed, "Oh- yes, Macey. I'll go mingle," she added lightheartedly.

* * *

It had been almost an hour since the two couples had left to the dance floor and all Lily had done was talk to some boys that had come up to her flirtatiously. She'd managed to get rid of them eventually. Other than that, she'd been standing by the punchbowl, dancing alone to the music.

Then, something happened- or better yet, someone happened.

"Hello."

Lily turned around, spilling some of the punch from her cup, to see a very handsome face staring back at her- half of it covered by a simple black mask, "Hello."

"Why aren't you dancing?" he asked suddenly.

Lily was taken aback by such a question, "Oh- well, I don't know."

He gave her a crooked smile, "Yes you do."

Lily became irritated, "How do you know, anyways? Maybe I like standing by the punch bowl. Maybe I'm waiting for someone."

The boy shrugged, "Would you like to dance with me?"

Lily was shocked to be asked but to her surprise she said, "Yes."

He led her graciously to the dance floor, and with one hand he grabbed her hand and he placed the other on the lower part of her back. His eyes seemed to bore into her soul as he stared at her fondly.

"I don't think the person that you were waiting for would be too happy when they find out that I've taken you away," he said teasingly.

Lily blushed and turned away, completely blown away by the attraction she could feel towards this masked stranger. Then, she realized that she too was wearing a mask. She was hidden towards the outside world and she could be anyone she wanted to be. Feeling the sudden rush of adrenaline, she knew that tonight was a night where she could be free and let lose without worrying about everyone would say when Lily Evans did this or that. Tonight she wasn't Lily Evans- she wasn't anyone.

With this in mind, she looked at her handsome stranger in the eyes and said, "Take me somewhere we can be alone."

The boy smiled, "Now you want to go somewhere with me? I'm flattered."

Lily giggled, "I want to get to know you. You came out of nowhere and just said hello. I have no idea who you are."

"Maybe I'd like to keep it that way," he said, his hazel eyes twinkling. Lily's emerald eyes returned the gesture.

"Come on- I never do this type of thing, come with me."

Lily grabbed his hand and the boy followed her out into the corridor and out onto the grounds. They sat down on a vacant bench and stayed quiet for a while.

"Didn't you want to get to know me?" he asked.

Lily smiled.

* * *

The other two couples were having a fantastic time in the Great Hall and neither had noticed Lily leaving with the stranger.

Macey was dancing with Remus, her hands swung over his neck when Sirius entered the Great Hall (fashionably late) hand in hand with a beautiful date. When Macey turned and saw this, she was stunned. The girl had gleaming dark blue robes that shined and shimmered when the light hit them, and she was wearing a glittering silver mask with pointed ends. Sirius looked positively smug as he saw the other guys drooling over his date. Remus and Macey walked up to him, followed closely by curious Amity and Drake, which had both just come back from snogging the other.

"Hello ladies," said Sirius as he saw how interested the group was.

"Hello, Sirius- who's this?" asked Macey kindly, smiling at the girl.

Sirius bent down and whispered something in the girl's ear, who seemed to hesitate, but then began to remove her mask. To everyone's utter shock, the girl was Janelle.

"Janelle?! I knew the guy was a pervert! I warned you Sirius!" cried Amity who attempted to take a swing at Sirius's face, but was held back by Drake. Her eyes at first seemed to emit rage, but if you looked closer, there was also a hint of sadness.

"Come on, sweetheart," whispered Drake, "Let's go. Let your sister have some fun."

He turned her around from the waist and kissed her passionately right then and there. Amity complied, and Drake led them onto the dance floor, their lips still locked. When they reached the dance floor, though, Amity's eyes kept straying to her sister and Sirius, while Drake tried endlessly to capture her attention.

Macey smiled at Janelle, "Well, enjoy yourselves." Remus then led her back to the dancing as well.

When the couples had left, Sirius looked down at Janelle, smiling naughtily, "See? I told you it wouldn't be so horrible."

Janelle grinned and kissed him fervently, Sirius pressed her against him.

Janelle moved back, "Sirius?"

"Mmm?" he said distractedly, trying to kiss her again.

"I'm glad people know about us now."

He looked at her and smiled, "Yeah."

Janelle laughed, "You're such a stud."

He kissed her again, and they weren't seen throughout the whole dance.

* * *

"You are one of the most interesting girls I have ever met."

Lily laughed, "Oh, please- I'm very dull."

The guy shook his head, "Are you serious? You're amazing."

There was an awkward silence as both realized what he had just said.

"Thanks," said Lily appreciatively.

"Would you like to dance with me again? I think you enjoyed it the last time," he said.

Lily looked around, "There's no music," and then she realized what he was doing, and laughed, "You are so cheesy. Always, the couple dances with no music and find themselves falling in love."

His gaze bore into hers and she felt stripped of any barriers she had ever put around her. This felt so real, so perfect, yet she didn't know who he was.

Suddenly, he broke the silence, "You're calling my moves cheesy. Always the flatterer, you are." He smiled.

"Oh don't be silly."

"Please," he said playfully, "You're spoiling me."

Lily laughed, "It's so weird how you make me laugh."

He looked at her strangely, "Weird? Why?"

Lily looked down at her hands, "It's just- I don't know who you are and I'm really falling for you and I think that it's a bad thing since you're covered by a mask. And even after all that conflict going on in my brain, you still manage to make me laugh. How do you do that?" Lily was surprised that she was pouring her feelings out to this stranger- why was it that he made her feel so comfortable? Why was it that her mask made her feel so comfortable, too?

The boy shrugged. "Maybe we're meant to be," he said, eyes twinkling.

Lily laughed again, but not as loudly, "Maybe."

"So," he said, "You don't want to dance romantically with no music?"

Lily grinned, but shook her head.

"Then what about…" He was leaning in closer, he placed his hand on her cheek. Lily felt a tingle race down her spine- he was going to kiss her…closer, she felt his breath…closer, their lips brushed, Lily's head was spinning, but yet, she pulled away.

"What is it?" he asked.

"It just feels odd, kissing someone I don't even know."

"But you do know me, I think," he said, "I know we haven't spent that much time together, but I feel like I know you. I can relax more and say things with you that I would never say to anyone else. I don't know why and I don't know how. I can't explain it."

Lily nodded, completely understanding what he was feeling. She, too, had been able to spill out the answer to any question he had asked and had felt one hundred percent confident about it. Normally she wouldn't do this type of thing- but it was something about the mask she wore. It gave her a confidence, a liberty to do things she always wanted to do. What was stopping her from kissing this boy? What was stopping her, even, from locking themselves up in a broom cupboard and…Well, she was stopping herself. She was stopping herself because although she very much wanted to, she still knew it was wrong. It was wrong to let herself loose like this; moreover with a guy she didn't know. She had been taught differently.

"Believe me, it's hard," she finally said, "But I have a feeling that it's not the right thing to do."

The guy just stared at her, with a look that mixed understanding with sadness and disappointment. He kissed her tenderly on the cheek.

"I understand," he said, "And I believe, if we were meant to be together, that we will be. We'll find each other again, except next time, without masks."

Lily felt her throat constrict; she didn't want to loose the happiness that she had found in simply talking with this wonderful boy. But she found herself nodding anyways.

She wouldn't follow him, she thought; that would give who he was away. And as he said, if they were meant to be, they would find each other.

Oh how she hoped that they would.

* * *

She arrived in the common room before anyone else and ran up to her dormitory. Could it really be that she had fallen in love in two hours with a total stranger? How was that even possible? It wasn't, she decided. Almost angrily, she thought of this boy and how he had bewitched her so magically, and so quickly. Yet, she thought, she wasn't in love. It was just a crush…a really big, takes over your life, type of crush. Who was this boy, anyways? More importantly, did he feel the same way? The same urge to go back to her and just hold her. The same feeling of loneliness now that they were not together, talking so easily, as if they had known each other for years? Suddenly, Lily heard flapping by her window, and opened it to see an owl fly in holding a letter. Surprised, she reached out and grabbed it, the owl flying away. It was only when she opened it and read it that her heart skipped a beat- it was him.

I miss you already.

I don't know why but I feel like a part of me is missing. It's so strange that I can feel so strongly about you. It's even stranger that I find it so easy to tell you. I guess I just have the confidence that you may feel the same way about me. It was obvious that we had something when we first met. Even when I tapped you to introduce myself, I felt almost a surge of electricity as I did so. This…feeling I have for you is so strong, yet I don't know what to make of it. Is it love? Or is it simply lust? I know there's a difference, and I really don't want to make a mistake in choosing the wrong one. So please, bear with me. Until we meet, I wish for us to write letters, at least to keep in touch, because I know that at least I won't be able to stand not hearing from you after such an amazing night. Then, maybe, with time, I'll realize if I truly might feel something real for you. Fate has a twisted way of doing things sometimes; but I'm sure that it has planned for our paths to cross one day.

Lily sighed dreamily, rubbing the letter tenderly.

"I wish fate would hurry up," she thought to herself.

* * *

Macey and Amity arrived almost an hour later, and Lily could not wait to tell them both about what had just happened. Both listened attentively, although ever since she had entered, Amity had been unusually quiet.

"You didn't," said Macey, a smile creeping up on her face.

Lily grinned, "I did. I surprised myself, let me tell you; I'd never do that!"

Macey sighed, "Bless those bloody seventh year girls who decided to do this ball. Lily, I'm proud of you. You showed yourself for once, without being afraid of what people would think of you."

Lily shrugged, "I felt free, you know? Wearing that mask gave me a sense of mystery and excitement. I could be anyone I want- yet, I was myself, someone I'm not normally, although I should be."

Macey beamed, "Oh, Lily, your finally coming out of your shell! See, you weren't afraid of being yourself, and now look. You're in love."

Lily's eyes widened. "Macey, I'm not in love," she decided, but then added, "Oh, I don't know."

Macey hugged her friend, resting her chin comfortingly on Lily's head, "You'll know eventually, Lily. You always do."

"Do you want to see his letter?" asked Lily shyly.

"A letter? Of course I do!" said Macey excitedly.

Lily took out the piece of paper and opened unfolded it, where Macey read it all.

"Ooh, he sounds brilliant."

Lily grinned, "Do you think so?"

Macey nodded.

"What do you think, Amity?" asked Lily; but Amity had already fallen asleep.

Or at least, it seemed so. Amity was now actually trying her hardest not to cry. Both Lily and Macey were getting their happy endings; but what about her? Sure, she had Drake, a great and dazzling guy. If so, why had she felt such sadness when she saw her sister kissing Sirius? Sure, she had always felt an attraction towards him, he was an attractive guy after all. Maybe, though, these recent years of being his true friend had led her to like more than his looks. Her heart pained at the thought. Why did he have to do this to her? She thought that she was stronger than the drooling girls that followed him around. She was stronger. But could she really like her sister's boyfriend? No; if anything, that was a reason not to. She couldn't possibly do that to Janelle, who was finally happy; especially since she had been feeling like an outcast when her friends were fighting. Janelle needed positive relationships right now and Amity couldn't take that away from her. Plus, she herself had Drake- a wonderful guy. Why couldn't she be happy with him? She could, and she would. She loved him, didn't she?

Yet, the guilt crept from behind, whispering to her, saying, 'You can't keep lying to yourself, or to him.'

* * *

James was in his dormitory, playing with his simple black mask; tonight it had done him some real good, he thought. He had expected to find an easy girl, snog, and move on with his life. Yet, he had found a different type of girl. One that made him want to wait before doing anything hasty, and that was saying something. This night had been so wonderful with her; it had felt so easy to talk with her. This girl seemed so perfect, so right. How could he live with not talking to her after having such an incredible night? It was a given that he had sent her a letter, and tried his bloody best to make it sound just like he was feeling. He only hoped he got one back soon; that, he thought, would surprisingly be what would pull him through the days to come- hearing from her. This girl was truly spellbinding.

And to think, what would the world say when they found out that the famous James Potter had fallen for a girl without even kissing her?