Here's chapter two! I really hope you like it! -Es

It almost was Christmas. I wasn't going home during the Holidays, Petunia would kill me. And, to be honest, I wasn't looking forward to spend Christmas and New Year's eve with Vernon and her.

"You're sure I can't convince you to come with me?," Marlene asked again before stepping on the train.

"Yeah, pretty sure. It would be a little rude to celebrate Christmas with your family. It's a family-thing, I don't fit in," I answered.

"Nonsense," she replied. "I would love it. You know you're always welcome."

"Sweetie, I'm staying here. Now go looking for an empty compartment, you lunatic!" She rolled her eyes, turned and walked in the train. When it rode away, I felt two strong hands around my waist. They were pulling me to a warm, muscular chest. The warmth was very welcome, because I was freezing. The lips started kissing my neck and I shivered. When my brain caught up with my actions, I pushed the hands away and slapped a cheek.

"Auch," Potter whined. "What was that for?"

"Keep your hands of my body, Potter," I snarled.

"You didn't seem to care at all, three seconds ago."

"Well, I did." Well, I did not. I loved it. I wanted him to continue his work, but I kept my poker face on and looked furiously at him.

"You did not," he discussed. James seemed very confident about this. Not that he was wrong, but I didn't want to admit. He still was James Potter, the player of Hogwarts, he still had an ego from here 'till Tokyo. I couldn't like him.

"I bet you would kiss me back, if I'd kiss you," he swore.

"I… I wouldn't kiss-," I started, but he grabbed my wrists and snogged me like I was never snogged before. First I tried to pull back, but the kiss tasted so fantastic, it was so perfect, that I stopped my actions. My body felt heavy so I put my arms in Potter's neck. My hands ran through that stupid, yet great, soft hair and his were stroking my back softly. I pushed my body against his and he groaned lustfully. One again, my brain caught up with my actions, and I pulled back. "What the bloody hell?"

"Told you," he grinned. "You like me. It's your lucky day, love, 'cause I'm staying here for the Holidays. You'll see me, Padfoot and Moony every day."

"What about Peter?," I asked. Really? That was it? He just kissed me, and instead of smacking him, I just talked to him? Great.

"He's with his family in Dublin. Wait, something's wrong. Prongs, your hair's even worse than normally. Evans, your pupils are huge. Did you guys just kiss?," Sirius asked. He just appeared behind James.

"Yes," James grinned.

"No!," I hissed.

"Oh yes, we did. And you kissed me right back," Potter smiled.

"Finally," Remus sighed. He stood next to Sirius. "Now can we go inside, it's bloody cold out here."

"Sure." Everyone went inside, but I refused to go with them.

"Evans, what's wrong?," James asked. I slapped him again, now on the other side of his face. Great, now he was in balance.

"Okay, I think I deserved that one," he said, rubbing his cheek. "But it was worth it."

"No, it wasn't. You kissed me, Potter. You kissed me, without any permission. You really don't have any respect for me." I turned and tried to walk away. He grabbed my wrists.

"Lily-," he started, but I didn't want to hear.

"Don't you 'Lily' me, Potter. You kissed me, I slapped you, the end. We're done here. Merry Christmas." I walked away, heading my dorm. I hoped Alice would understand me.

"He kissed you?," Alice repeated.

"Yeah. And then I slapped him," I said shrugging.

"You go girl!," she laughed. We were walking to the lake. I was glad Alice stayed here during the Holidays. I could always talk to her. We stopped at the bank of the lake and sat down in the snow. I still couldn't believe Potter kissed me. He had touched me a lot, the last four years, but never, ever kissed me. Did he lose even that tiny bit of respect?

The next moment I opened my eyes because of a strange sound. The ground was covered with red and white roses. James stood in front of me.

"Go away," I said, not very friendly.

"I'm sorry, Lily. I shouldn't have kissed you. It was stupid, arrogant and selfish. I'm really, really sorry." I looked in his hazel eyes, and I saw he was serious. No joke was hidden in his gaze.

"Where did you get the flowers?," I asked curiously. He apologized, and I wanted to forgive him.

He relaxed visibly. "An old spell, learned from Moony," he explained.

"How did you know I loved roses?"

"I know a lot of things," he grinned. "Especially about you."

"And that's my cue to leave. Bye!," Alice grinned.

"Bye!," James and I waved.

I turned back to him and our conversation. "You do? And how do you get the information? Mister Potter, are you going to tell me you were stalking me?" Oh. My. God. I was flirting with James bloody Potter! I had to admit: I loved it.

"Oh no, Miss Evans, I would never stalk you. Let me say… I have my sources."

"Sure you have. But tell me, what do you know about me?"

"You're addicted to chocolate, caramel and reading. You love to playback bad songs and you love your owl Dust. You want to be Head Girl next year and you're a true Quidditch-fan. Am I right?" I was shocked. How did he know all of this? I never told anyone I loved to playback. Not even Marlene or Alice.

"You're totally right. But… How did you know? I never told anyone I playbacked."

"Okay, I'll crave. I watched you during Quidditch practice," he confessed.

"So you did stalk me! I knew it!" When I saw the grin on his face, I knew that wasn't the only thing he knew about me. "Oh Merlin… You saw my bad dance moves. Please kill me."

"Aww, Evans, they weren't so bad," he teased. "But, I have to admit, I dance way better than you."

"Oh yeah? Show me!," I challenged. He stood straight up and pulled me with him. He grabbed my hand with one of his, and he lay the other 'round my waist.

"What are you-," I started, but he shook his head.

"Shut up, Evans. Don't ruin the moment." I did what he told me. "Dance with me," he whispered after a short while.

"I'd love to. But there's no music."

"Oh, yeah, right. Wait a second." He cleared his throat and started singing off-key.

"But it was just my imagination… Running away with you…" I started laughing.

"That was really awful," I said.

"No, that wasn't. Come on, sing with me, we have it!" I shrugged and sang along with him.

I did not see the grin on Frank's, Alice's, Sirius' or Remus' face when James spun me around and I landed against his chest. Blame it on the cold temperature or the feelings that just woke up in my belly, screaming 'I love James Potter', but I didn't refuse his nose against mine to warm my face up.

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