Dear Agony Aunt,

Oy, where to begin? I suppose I'll begin at the beginning, eh? I had a date (which I don't fully remember agreeing to) with a boy (who has fancied me for years) that I accidentally admitted to fancying (I was tricked by his best mate under the influence of a truth potion) just a few days ago. Now, Agony –can I call you that?—I know you're thinking "Well, that doesn't sound so bad!" but it is bad. It is so, so bad.

Actually, it's worse than all that. If it wasn't, why would I be writing to you, Agony?

To fully grasp the severity of the situation, you need to understand a few things. I wasn't even sure I wanted to go on this date, but my stupid brain nodded my head and agreed to it. I couldn't very well back out! Especially after he practically suffocated me snogging me for joy. That's right. After I accidentally accepted his invitation to Hogsmeade, he kissed me! He did apologize for it immediately after, but still. Who does that? Excited people, that's who.

I spent the next week in a daze. I couldn't quite come to terms with what I had done, you see. It was very out of character for me to actually agree to go on a date with James Potter. You see, we have a very long history of animosity, so imagine my surprise when I find myself fancying him just because he's all grown up and turned Head Boy.

I had come to terms with fancying him, though. It wasn't the end of the world, and I certainly wasn't the first witch to fall into his charm. I figured I would fancy him from afar. A bit like window shopping, actually. You know how that goes, Agony. You stand outside and look in and imagine what it would be like to have that jumper. You also know, Agony, that if you break down and buy the jumper, it's never as good as you imagined it to be.

I was perfectly content standing outside the shop and gazing in, imaging what my life would be like if I went ahead and bought the jumper, I mean, James. Er…well, I mean dating, not buying. Do you get my metaphor? I'm sure you do, you're a smart woman, Agony, otherwise, why the hell would everyone write to you?

I'm a bit off topic, I'm afraid. My problem wasn't fancying James Potter, and it wasn't even really accepting the date. My troubles are the date.

For you to be fully able to assist me, I suppose I need to tell you what happened on the date. It is really quite normal. It was Hogsmeade, for heaven's sake. What do you expect us to do? We ate lunch while the entire student body, third year and over, gawked at the sight of us sitting together.

And then we roamed the streets for a bit, nipped into the candy shop where he bought me some ice mice, which are my favorite. And then he bought me a quill, as he knows that my love of all things that are remotely related to stationary and school supplies. I do love those notes that follow you around when you're forgetting something.

Nothing went horribly wrong. I didn't have an allergic reaction that resulted in my face swelling to the size of a…well…a very large face (this has happened in the past, you know.). I didn't say too many stupid things, and I didn't feel like kicking him in the shins once (I used to get that compulsion quite often, actually. I acted on it once and broke my baby toe on my left foot. It was really more pain than it was worth, I'm afraid.).

I guess the real problem, Agony, is that, well, I enjoyed myself. There, I said it! I enjoyed my date with James Potter. I've gone and bought that jumper and now I'm just waiting for it to shrink, or to get a bit of sauce on it that will never come out.

Do you think there's a return policy?

Probably not once you've already agreed to a second date. With James, I mean. Not the jumper.

Agony, I need you to tell me straight…

You don't think that I could possibly…well…I'm not in…You don't think I'll fall in love with this prat, do you?

Oh Merlin's big toe, I hope not.

Lots of Love (For you! Not for James! Or the metaphorical jumper!),

Lily Evans

A/N: I know, I know. This is a bit over due, but it's here now! And that, my friends, is the end of the road for this story. It's been a blast, and I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I have! Thank you for everyone who reviewed/favorite/alerted this story! You're so very kind :)