James's hand began to sweat mercilessly. His mind was in a swirl of thoughts. He must've asked her forty-seven times now. One more couldn't hurt right?

He loosening his tie a little bit and walked towards Lily Evans, the girl of his fancy for four years now. It was the end of sixth year. He had worked up this whole year just to become her friend. He spent the year listening to complaints of her homework, her annoyances with her friends every once in awhile, listening to her list all the boys who she thought were cute and even comforting her with her boyfriend had dumped her.

He couldn't even fathom doing any of this for any other girl in the world. Lily Evans was perfect in his eyes. He could write a list of her positive traits long enough to reach France, and it still wouldn't be long enough.

As he quickly approached her, he swallowed unnecessarily, "Hey Lils, want to go for a walk?"

"Hey James," she smiled grandly, "Sure! Are you okay, James?"

"Peachy," James said, smiling and relaxing a tad bit.

As they reached the Black Lake, under the birch tree, James felt like his heart was going to pound of his ribs.

"So James, even though I do love this weather, what is the meaning for this?"

He swallowed unnecessarily again. It was now or never. "Uh, actually Lils, I was, uh," he stuttered, "have been giving a lot of thought of something recently."

"Oh really," she said, sitting in the shade, "What's that?"

"How great it is to be friends with you, and how amazing this year has been, especially with you in it."

Lily grinned, "Aw, thanks James. Our friendship means so much to me too."

James smiled nervously, "Yeah, I was wondering, Lils: would you like to go out with me sometime?"

Lily looked shocked, "James, you're one of my best friends, and I don't want to ruin that. Not to mention Justin just broke up with me two weeks ago."

His hopeful features fell; Lily continued quickly, "Oh James, you know it's not easy for me to say no. You're the most caring, sweet person, but I really don't want to date anyone now. Ask me again in a couple months, all right?"

James smiled at her, "Thanks Lily." He hugged her and brought her feet off the ground and grinned as she squealed. He had waited four years now; he could easily wait a few measly months.

I know I haven't written for this story in forever and a day, and I am really truly sorry. My first fic is reaching the beginning of the end, and it has to take priority a little bit. I love writing this drabbles, so there is no way I am abandoning this. (: