AN: Hey guys! Did you see how I just blew off the disclaimer? Haha! I feel so alive. What a rush. I'm such a rebel. Bad to the bone... You know, it makes me feel bad…. Maybe it's 'cause I have OCD and know that a disclaimer should definitely be at the beginning…

ANYHOO, thanks for reading, if you are.

There'll be another AN at the end (:

As I walked down the stairs, I could hear raised voices. I stopped and listened.

"…can't just keep waiting for her!" Someone yelled.

"I've only been here for a little while! Butt out!" Someone else yelled.

"I'M NOT JUST TALKING ABOUT TONIGHT!" The first person bellowed in response. "I'M TALKING ABOUT THE LAST SIX YEARS OF YOUR LIFE, JAMES." James. It was all suddenly very clear. James and Sirius were fighting…. About me. "AND SHE IS NEVER GOING TO SHOW! NOT TONIGHT – NOT EVER!"

"She said she'd be here." James was stubborn.

"Yeah? And, she was mad at you, isn't that right? Has it ever been below her to hurt you like this? What if she's standing you up, James? What then? Are you going to wait here the whole night, like you've been wait for her the last seven years?" Ouch.

"She said she'd come." James said more forcefully.

Sirius paused. "Stop chasing what you can't have. Please."

"I can't, Sirius. Don't you think I've tried? It doesn't work out – it never will, no matter how much it hurts. I love her." He sounded desperate, and hopeless, and just… plain… Tired. I walked into view, knowing I couldn't handle it much longer. James jumped up and Sirius stared. More glared, if you want to be technical. His eyes seemed to be screaming at me, like his mouth had been at James just a moment ago. Why are you doing this? They yelled, angry.

"James." I nodded at him. "Sirius." I nodded, again, slower. "I'm sorry. It took me longer than I thought it would."

"No, no – it's fine! We never clarified when we were meeting…" He trailed off.

He didn't get it. But, by the Sirius was looking at me.. He did. He knew. I smiled, slightly, letting him know he was thinking in the right direction. He broke into an absolutely heart-shatteringly radiant smile. Hard to look away from.

"Ready, James?" I asked, almost laughing.

"Yeah! Yeah, sure, let's go. See you later, Sirius." He said, swinging the portrait hole open for me.

"Er, here.." He said awkwardly, throwing a cloak over both of us, including our heads.

"Um?" I asked.

"Invisibility Cloak." He whispered, looking nervous. I supposed it was because he had to stand so close to me, to make sure we both fit, seeing as he was so tall. I didn't mind though, and scooted closer.

"Ah." He told me about it in first year. I hadn't blabbed about it because I'd thought it was cool. I hadn't told him that, of course.

We walked in silence for a few minutes. Just making our way out of the castle.

"I bet you didn't know that for the first half of first year, I thought you were the coolest person ever." I laughed. He looked down at me, startled.

"You bet right." He laughed along with me.

We were outside, now, making our way to the Herbology house.

"Alrighty. Here we are." He said, pointing to the poisonous trees in the ground and taking off the cloak. I took one look at them, and before I knew it had happened, I had turned around and begun to walk back to the castle.

"Woah, woah, woah! Come back," He said, steering me back to them. "Nothing's going to happen, okay? I'm here – you're good." I slowly stopped hyperventilating.

"All right. Here-" He threw me gloves and walked up to one of the trees. "Now, here's what you're gonna do. You grab the top by the sides-" He showed me "-and pull it toward you-" He did "-and then you just kind of jerk it up to the left." I screamed and ran away. He dropped the tree and came after me. Grabbing my midsection, he picked me up from behind, and carried me back awkwardly, while I squirmed and failed my limbs. He pointed to the tree he'd just uprooted. "Look, Lily. It's not moving. Not one bit. Come on over and I'll help." I did as I was told, slipping on the gloves in the process.

We went to another tree. He stepped behind me, reached around me with both of his hands – taking mine – and put his head above my left shoulder. I could feel his breath tickling my ear. He slowly guided my hands to grab it, pulling the tree toward me – and I screamed and closed my eyes. Tight.

"Open your eyes." I shook my head. "Lily. Open your eyes." I shook my head. "Lily, if you don't open your eyes, you're going to fail this class." I peeked. "All the way." I did. "Okay, now, we're just going to pull it out to the left. I won't move at all." I nodded, starting to feel sick. "On three. Ready? One… Two… Now." He pulled. I screamed and flailed and, somehow, landed on the ground on top of him.

He laughed.

And laughed.

And, I couldn't help but join him.

Eventually, I stopped laughing enough to realize I was still laying on him. Not that he seemed to care much. And to my surprise, because I was still new at feeling things for Potter, I didn't care that much, either.

I rolled off, but his right arm held me curled up to him. I looked up at the sky. Stars. Everywhere. Thousands.

"They're beautiful." I murmured.

He frowned. "I thought you said you didn't like them? That the whole reason we're-"

"Not the trees, chief. The stars." I said.

He looked up and sighed softly. "Yeah, it is." He mumbled.

And, we just laid there. It felt like hours.

"It was my fault, you know." I said randomly, after a while.

"What was?" He asked, confused.

I paused, not sure if I wanted to say it. "You remember that day in fifth year? When Severus called me a Mu-"

"Yes." He cut in.

"It was my fault. The day before… We'd had a row. I had been telling him – yet again – that I didn't like his friends. 'Why do you care? They're not your friends!' he'd always tell me. Well, instead of blowing off the comment, like I usually did, I'd told him that it was because I cared about him. He'd asked me if I'd meant it. Of course I said yes, without knowing where he was going with it. And then he'd told me that he'd loved me. Since we were ten. I was confused and stupid. I said 'I could never love a Death Eater.'" I paused again, remember the look in his eyes, my heart burning with regret. "It crushed him – I knew it would. I don't know why I did it. And, I don't know why I'm telling you. I guess I just thought you should know that it was my fault, not his." I paused, again. "My fault." I repeated. He stared at me – his mouth agape.

"Wow." Was all he managed to say. And, yet, it was the only thing that could be said.

"Yeah." I agreed. "Wow."

Silence.

"James?" I asked tentatively.

"Yeah?" He replied, looking over at me. We were so close – our noses were almost touching!

"Don't stop chasing me." I whispered. He stared. Again. Completely shocked out of his wits. About whether I'd over heard or I was asking him to stick me out, I wasn't sure.

"I won't." He whispered back. "I can't." He paused, the seemed to decide something. "I love you too much."

"Good." I murmured, snuggling closer to him.

Okay, so, how was that? She basically just told him she had feelings for him, and they still have the whole seventh year left. So, I should I make them get together at the beginning of next year, in the middle of next year, or in the summer between year six and seven?

BY THE WAY, I'm fairly sure this is my longest chapter, so if you don't review, but you read it anyway, I consider you cheating.

Also, as you might have noticed, I've changed the title from "NeedsTitle" to "Winging It" with the all-too-appreciated help of a certain cemaciver. THANK YOU. (:

Anyways,

DarlingILoveYou

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