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LILY POV

I was ecstatic, really, that Flitwick had set us the fireworks charm for our first lesson. It was simple enough, and I've always had a knack for charms. I'd actually already tried it in the holidays when I was reading through my textbooks, and it took only about 30 seconds for me to cast it perfectly. Proud of myself, I looked up when a pair of fireworks raced past me. James and Black. Of course. They've been using fireworks as part of their pranks since fourth year and buying fireworks for every prank must have gotten tedious. On closer look, I realised that they were dragons, before one suddenly morphed into a proud, red and gold lion with a lazy flick of James's wand. It was the only time he had bested me in charms, I had to admit, but not for long. Ignoring Flitwick's applause and praise, I focused on the task I set myself.

"Ignis"

It worked. Silence fell over the room apart from Black and James's raucous laughing and the sound of the fireworks. Turning, I stared at the back of his head, and noticed with a smirk that Black had noticed, and his jaw seemed like it was doing its best to touch the ground. My face quickly turned back into sincerity, as James finally realised something interesting was going on behind him, and turned around. The loss of concentration caused his lion to disappear, leaving my fireworks the most attention gathering thing in the room. Everyone was silent – Flitwick had just said that making words with fireworks was hard, and in the stillness of the room, I didn't miss James mouthing one word – wow

JAMES POV

There she was, looking like a goddess, standing underneath the fireworks that so obviously were hers.

James, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me?

I knew the silence wasn't for the charm work itself, miracles were to expected of Lily Evans, after all, and this was nothing special. No the silence was for the sincerity. The vulnerability. And for my reaction to her being so public. Almost everyone knew that we had fought, yet absolutely no one knew what over.

I found myself immersed in her glittering emerald eyes, and knew that she was sincere. The connection between us was not to be denied, and I knew instantly that I was a fool for thinking I could ever forget her.

LILY POV

I lost myself in his beautiful hazel eyes and suddenly realised they weren't a plain hazel. No, they were flecked with gold and green, like molten heaven, or as close as you could get with eye colour anyway. Then his wand hand twitched and his lion appeared again, but it wasn't a lion. Nor was it a dragon.

Apology accepted, Lily.

I heard a relieved laugh, and realised it was coming from my own mouth, as I let out the breath I didn't realise I was holding. Soon, his deep chuckle joined mine amidst a room of gaping mouths and surprised expressions. He looked me in the eye and smiled. Merlin his smile alone made my knees drop, and I knew that some time along the way, I'd started to like him. I supposed it was last year, when he actually grew up and stopped hexing everyone. The pranks kept up, but I noticed that they were often only to give Hogwarts a more positive atmosphere, if only temporary. More often than not, the Marauders had taken to pranking each other in public; there was a month period where they had a pranking competition between the four of them, and while it still caused uproar and hilarity, the only victims were themselves, and only a couple of innocent bystanders due to Peter's less than average wand work.

I'd looked up to him during those moments, as much as I hate to admit it, because the death or disappearance notices were coming more and more often, and it was out of jealousy that I yelled at the four of them when Peter's prank on Remus had accidently hit me, causing them to end their prank war, even though it was completely harmless and just a bit of fun. I'd admired his easy going nature, but from that first meeting on the train, I knew that his parents' deaths had affected him badly. I did not expect many pranks this year, and to be honest, was slightly disappointed. They were a part of life at Hogwarts, and I was sure I'd miss them, not that I'd ever admit it.

"Do you want to start at the top or bottom?"

His question caught me off guard. We'd just left the Heads common room for patrols when he posed it.

"I don't really care but we're closer to the top now so we may as well start there'"

"Okay sounds good."

We'd had a peaceful day after Charms, and although I wouldn't call us friends, we certainly weren't shouting at each other, nor were we ignoring each other. One thing I had learnt over the course of the day, was that I most definitely fancied James Potter. Alice had caught me staring at him during potions, and Marlene and Dorcas had caught me staring again in transfiguration. On separate occasions. But merlin, his body was fine. I'd always known he was fit, and had known to what extent when Sirius dumped all his clothes in our dormitory last year and he had to fly up on his broomstick in only his boxers to get them back before we kicked him out, and threw his clothes after him down the stairs. But never before had I felt this sort of attraction towards it and this kind of appreciation for quidditch.

"Do I have something on my face?"

I started, cheeks blushing the same colour as my hair. I hadn't even realised I was staring, but James did.

"Uh no your face looks good, uh I mean your face looks fine."

My face burning, I stuttered and taking in his look of confusion, did the only thing I could do. I shoved him against the wall and shoved my lips against his.

Author's Note: Yeah this happened really quickly, but that doesnt mean this is nearing an end. I know where i want this to go already, so please stay tuned! How's James going to react? Are they going to go out?
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