It's been two days. He wasn't going to come back. She was alone. On Valentine's Day. Of all the days.

Lily stayed downstairs ever since the fight, just waiting for him to come back. But he didn't. And she was losing hope.

She had been mad at first…breaking the mirror, a vase, throwing some of his things out the window…but then she got to his broom. The broom that had won her over. She sat down thinking about that day. That wonderful, magical day.

It was a normal day. Well, for everyone else. For Lily, she was stuck in her dorm, sick as a dog. All of her roommates kept stopping by the Head dorm to check on her and bring her food. But right now they had classes. So she was by herself, feeling miserable.

Lily was wallowing in her self pity when she heard tapping on the window. She turned to see what it was, when she saw James's owl. Ugh. He's probably trying to ask me out. Again. Nevertheless, she opened the letter.

Evans,

Why weren't you in classes? I missed seeing your hand always shoot up to answer a question.

Love,

James

Lily smiled a little. Not that she would tell anyone that of course. How he managed to send an owl in class, she didn't know. But, the least she could do was send a letter back, right?

Potter,

Thanks for noticing my lack of presence. I happen to be sick, in case you wanted to know. How did you manage to send this?

Lily.

She tied the note to the owl's leg, and it nipped her affectionately with his beak. Great. Now even his bloody owl fancies her. She sent it off, and waited for the reply that would inevitably come. Afterwards, she heard a noise, and opened the window too see what it was. Not even a minute later, she was face-to-face with James Potter.

"Wotcher Evans." He said, grinning.

"Potter! What are you doing? How are you up her? This is like, five stories up!" She wondered.

"Um…a broom." He said, as if the answer was obvious. And it kind of was.

"Oh, right. Well, come in." She stepped away from the open window, and he flew in.

"So why did you fly in on a broom? You do realize you're a Head too?"

He shrugged, "Yeah, but walking up the stairs isn't memorable."

Lily rolled her eyes, "Of course you would do the dramatic way."

James laughed, "Hey, at least I brought food." He held up a picnic basket, a blanket, and a rose. She smiled.

"Thanks. You really didn't have to though."

"Yeah I know. I wanted too." He spread the picnic blanket out on the floor and placed the picnic basket on top. Then he gave her the rose.

"A flower for my Flower."

"How long did it take you to come up with that?" She asked, taking it out of his hand.

"Longer than I'm willing to admit." He said, ruffling his hair.

"So…" She said, changing the subject, "what all did you bring?"

"Oh yeah!" He sits down and opens the basket, "There's tomato soup and grilled cheese, your favorite, there are Sugar Quills, licorice wands, chocolate, and pumpkin pasties, there is butterbeer and pumpkin juice, and some chocolate cake. All your favorites." He said, putting them all out onto the blanket.

"How'd you know these were all my favorites?" She asked suspiciously, taking a sandwich and dipping it in her soup.

"Simple. At lunch, you always take tomato soup and and grilled cheese. and when we go to Hogsmeade, you always get these things from Honeydukes, and you always get butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks. And how can anyone not love pumpkin juice and chocolate cake?"

She smiled, "Impressive."

He shrugged shyly, "It was nothing."

She took a minute to observe his appearance. He had ditched his uniform for a plain red hoodie with jeans. His cheeks were red from flying, and his hair was windswept. Actually windswept, from the actual wind. His glasses were a little crooked. It was starting to bug her. She reached over and straightened his glasses, hands staying on his face a little longer than necessary. He stopped breathing. Lily could easily tell. Blushing furiously, She removed her hand from his face and started eating the pumpkin pasties. They sat in an awkward silence for a little while, before James broke the silence.

"So…why aren't you in the hospital?"

"It's just a little cold." She said, reaching for a bottle of butterbeer.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." He said, drinking from his own bottle. "But, you should still take precaution."

She snorted, "Precautions? Like what?"

He stood up, offering to help her stand. She slid her hand in his and got up. "Well, for one, there's get a lot of Vitamin C."

"And what is your plan for that?" She asked, curious.

"Follow me."

They walk out of the Head Tower, hand in hand. Although, she didn't notice. He did though, now that she looked back on it, because he couldn't stop smirking. He couldn't stop bloody smirking.

They reached the kitchens, and James let Lily tickle the pear.

They entered the kitchen, where James asked the house elves for two glasses of orange juice, to which they happily obliged. James directed them to a table, and they sat down next to each other, talking.

"And then, she pushed Sirius off of the hill!"

She laughed, harder than she had in a long time.

"Really? Did he hurt himself?" She asked, sipping my juice.

"Nah, he's tough. But he wasn't able to look her in the eye for two weeks." He shrugged, laughing.

"Oh Merlin. He's unbelievable." She said, placing her hand on his arm…his chiseled arm. Damn. This was not happening. She was not going to fall for James Bloody Potter. It couldn't end like this.

"Yeah…do you want to go back to Head Tower?" He asked.

"No, I need to finish my juice." Lily said, drinking.

"Okay." He said, leaning back.

Once she finished her drink, he stood up, "Alright, let's go."

Lily smiled and stood next to him, "Okay then."

But neither of them went. They stayed rooted to the spot, staring into each other's eyes. Until James stepped a bit closer to her. In response, she stepped a tad bit closer. They were now a few inches apart. James cupped her face with her hands.

"James, I'm sick." She said, suddenly a little afraid of what was about to happen next.

He smiled and leaned down so that they were barely an inch apart, "Lily, I don't care."

And he kissed her. It was slow and sweet…at first. Minutes later, she was sitting on his lap, hands playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck. His fingers were deeply tangled in her hair. He moved to her jaw, and she groaned. She opened her eyes slowly, to see Sirius, leaning against the door frame, eating chips, silently laughing.

"Sirius!" She exclaimed. James followed her gaze and saw him, resulting in him jumping up, sending Lily to the floor.

"Hey Sirius!" James said nervously, running his fingers through his hair.

"Um…kind of on the floor here." She complained.

"Oh…right." James helped her up.

"Don't let me spoil your fun…I was just getting some food." Sirius said slowly, walking out.

"Wow…that was embarrassing." Lily said, smoothing down her hair.

"Yeah…want to do it again?" He asked hopefully, straightening his glasses.

"Oh my God. You're hopeless." She said, resting her head on his shoulder.

"I guess…but is that a yes or a no?"

Lily smiled at this. But the smile was bittersweet. She started crying…a lot. More than she would like to admit, actually. So there she was, alone, sad, and pregnant. She lied down on the armchair. His armchair. The armchair that he would read the sports column in and yell when his favorite Quidditch team lost. She was busy thinking about him, and all he would do, and how they met, got together, and made it. Well, she didn't know if they would make it anymore. She was so busy thinking about him, that she didn't hear the door open.

But she did hear it close.

She looked up to see James Potter, with snow in his messy hair. He smiled and walked closer to her. But his smile was fake. She knew that he was hurting. He walked over and kneeled down beside her.

"Lily…I'm sorry. What I did, it was not fair. After I left, I crashed with Sirius. The first thing he said when I told him what I had done was, 'You are an idiot.' I knew I was, I knew that the guilt was eating me alive inside. I knew I had to go back, but I needed some time to calm myself down. I've been keeping a lot of stuff inside over the past few months, and I just, exploded. I know, I'm a terrible person. I know that…I don't deserve anything close to you. I know that you would be better off with any other man except me. And I know…that if you don't want me…if you want to raise our son with someone else…I would be crushed…but, I would understand." James stood up, eyes tearing up behind his square frames, waiting desperately for an answer. Lily stood up, her own eyes tearing, and hugged him. He was surprised, but he kept her tightly against him.

"I am so sorry Lily." He said, vision blurring.

It was then that all of her control broke, "But, James, I'm the one who started it." She said between wails.

He leaned down so that he was an inch apart, "Lily, I don't care."

And he kissed her. It wasn't slow or sweet, like the last time, it was full of grief, and desperation, and love. Love was the main outlier. Once they broke apart, they started laughing. Laughing at how stupid they were, how a little thing almost ended them. They sat down and started talking, talking like they used to do seventh year in their Head dorm, talking until it was time to go to the Great Hall.

He placed a kiss on her stomach, "I'm glad we're starting a family."

She smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips, "I'm glad too."