A/N: NOTES! I struggled with these prompts for a while actually. I didn't think I would end up posting something today. But here you have it, and I'm very pleased with this, actually. My contribution to Jily Week, Day 3: Enjoy!

Dear Evans,
Stop reading your book and come snog me.

Dear Evans,
Why have you not stopped reading your book?

Dear Evans,
I realise now that it was very un-gentleman-like for me to simply ask you to snog me. I should've asked you for a date first.

Dear Evans,
Go out with me?

Dear Evans,
I've asked you out already. Now will you snog me?

Dear Evans,
It is impolite to flip someone off.
If you were sitting right here on my lap, imagine all the other (preferable) things you could be doing with your hand.
Look at me now - i'm winking suggestively.

Dear Evans,
IS THAT A BLUSH? Oh, Evans, you cheeky little bint, You like my dirty jokes, don't you?

Dear Evans,
Come.

Dear Evans,
Snog.

Dear Evans,
Me.

Dear Evans,
Senseless

Dear Evans,
If you aren't going to come to me, I might have to come there myself.
(I probably won't. I prefer disturbing you from a distance)
(scared of your wand) (but you need not fear my 'wand') (I am on FIRE with these innuendos eh?)

Dear Evans,
Don't think I haven't noticed that you have not moved from that page.

Dear Evans,
Change of tactics. COME KISS ME RIGHT NOW LILY EVANS OR ELSE I'LL... DO... SOMETHING!

Dear Evans,
Merlin, help me. Lily, sit back down. Read your book Lil. Stop walking towards me. Please don't hex me Lily. Please Lily.

Dear Evans,
Not the face. Spare the face, love.

Dear Lily,
Well. I did not see that coming. You have actually rendered me speechless. My hands are shaking. I need a moment.

Dear Lily,
HOLY COW! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST KISSED ME! THAT WAS AMAZING. I CAN HARDLY BREATHE LET ALONE THINK.
p.s: running your hands through my hair is not helping the situation one bit - but don't stop.

Dear Lily,
You have fantastic lips.

Dear Lily,
Hogsmeade next weekend?
p.s: I can't stop grinning.
p.p.s: Neither can you!

Dear Potter,
God, I've wanted to kiss you for a long time. That was so good. Prat. Yes to Hogsmeade. Also, meet me in behind the tapestry of Selma The Blob in five. No way I'm done with you. Not after that kiss.

When he came down to the common room the next morning, Remus wondered why James quill was discarded haphazardly next to a half-used notebook.

A/N: I'm actually quite pleased with this. I enjoyed writing it quite a bit. Hope you liked it. xxx Also - Selma The Blob: my new favourite thing. (: