Disclaimer: I feel no need to write this, as I am sure that you already know by my somewhat cheesy writing you already know that I am not J. K. Rowling, and therefore own but a few of the characters (the ones you've never heard of) and the plot.

Lily paced back and forth in front of the Seventh Year boys' dormitory. She had to admit it to herself: she was nervous. She was about to go and have a talk about her love life with the person who had tormented her for the past six years. To hell with nervous. She was petrified. What if he laughed in her face and told her to get out?

Remus had fixed it so the two of them could talk, with great personal sacrifice. He had let Black talk him into helping with a prank (that involved the Great Hall, a very powerful Switching Spell, and women's lingerie), and had convinced Black to let Pettigrew help. That gave her roughly a half hour to talk to James and convince him that she and Remus weren't dating. Ugh.

She wasted another ten minutes pacing. Remus and crew would be back in about ten minutes. Come on, Lily, she thought to herself. Show some Gryffindor bravery. She pushed open the door.

The dormitory was empty except for Potter, who was sitting on the windowsill, staring out over the Forbidden Forest.

"James?"

He whipped around and nearly fell out of the window. "Lily? What're you doing in here? Did- did you just call me James?"

"I need to talk to you," said Lily, walking over and joining him on the windowsill.

"What about?"

She gathered her courage. "Remus and me."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Well?"

"Well, I just think you should know…"

"What?"

"We aren't dating."

James looked surprised. Actually, shocked was probably a better word.

"But- but- you asked him to the dance! And you sit next to each other! And you hold hands and read together on the couches and share those secret looks when you think no one else is looking!" At that last bit, James blushed bright red.

"Because we're great friends," said Lily. "He's my best friend. I would do anything for him, and we are exceptionally close. But it's always been like that for me. Remus too. Neither of us has ever fancied the other."

"Then why did you ask him to the dance?"

"Well, I had to ask someone! The Head Girl can't show up alone to a dance, it would look pathetic! Who else was I going to ask?"

He mumbled something incoherent.

"What was that?"

"I said that could have asked me."

"James, up until about two days ago, I thought I hated you. You've made my life hell for the last six years. Why would I ask you to the last dance again?"

"Oh yeah."

"So why'd you go with Stewart?"

He grimaced, as though the memory were painful to him. "Well, a lot of girls asked me, but I thought that you hadn't asked anyone, so I turned them down. Word got around that I wasn't accepting, I suppose, because the invitations stopped. Stewart was the only one to ask me after you told me you had a date, so I had to accept. Like you said, the Head Boy would look stupid without a date."

"Yeah."

"Why'd you come and talk to me?"

"Because I felt horrible that you're always moping around. You don't go out on your broom, you don't prank people, you haven't cursed anyone. I felt bad that that was all because of me."

James had a funny look on his face.

"What?" asked Lily.

"Lily, when was the last time you actually saw me curse someone?"

Lily thought about that. Actually, she couldn't remember the last time. Oh yes, it had been in February of last year, James had cursed a Slytherin who insulted him. Lily had reported him to McGonnagal, and he had to clean the boys' loo on the third floor for detention.

"Wow, it really has been a long time, hasn't it?" she said.

"Yeah. I don't really miss it though. I get to focus more on Quidditch."

"Brilliant catch in the final, by the way. Right off the top of Yaxley's head!"

"I was lucky. He thought I was attacking him and flew in the opposite direction."

Lily thought about what he had said for a moment. The James Potter she had known for the past six years would have been boasting about the catch, how it was all because of him that they had won the final. The old James Potter would be jinxing people right and left to demonstrate his power as Head Boy. Remus was right. He really had changed.

"James?" she said, leaning her head against his shoulder.

"Mmm?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"'Course, Lily, you can ask me anything."

She took a deep breath.

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

This time he actually did fall out the window, but he grabbed onto the ledge and Lily levitated him back up.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

It was worth it when the rest of the Marauders trooped in a few minutes later and saw Lily and James snogging on James' bed.

A/N: Well, folks, that's the end! This is one of my many versions of how Lily Evans and James Potter came to be together. Hope you enjoyed reading, and please comment!