Gosh! I hate my computer! I tried for two hours, I repeat: two hours to upload this chapter. I really, really hate my computer sometimes.

Anyway, hope you like chapter three 'You're such a moron, Potter'!

"Bloody hell, Evans, you're freezing," James said. "But, I know a good remedy for that."

"Don't you even think of doing that," I answered, when I saw he looked at my lips.

"Don't worry, Lilykins, I was thinking of taking you to the three Broomsticks, to warm you up with a nice Butterbeer."

"James…"

"Lily…," he said.

"Okay, but just as friends, alright? Nothing more," I agreed.

"Finally! Okay, to proof you I have nothing bad in mind, Alice, Frank, Sirius and Remus can come with us. Good?" He couldn't believe it: Lily Evans went to Hogsmeade with him!

"Awesome," I grinned. He ran into the castle and five minutes later he came out with all of his friends. All of them were grinning.

"Hullo, Evans," Sirius greeted. He put his arm 'round my waist.

"Padfoot, behave!," Remus warned.

"Alright, alright." He let me go, but whispered something in my ear: "I'm so glad you're taking Prongs on a date. You know how he told us, three minutes ago?"

"It's not a date. And… No, tell me," I whispered back.

"He fainted. Luckily Alice and Frank stood behind him, to break his fall. The first thing he said when he woke up a minute ago was; Evans' going out with me, can't believe it!"

"Are you serious?"

"Of course I'm Sirius," he grinned.

"I hate you, Black." I pushed his arm away and walked away from him. But, when I saw James' face, I knew Sirius didn't lie. James was as pale as a corps.

"Oh Merlin, James," I said, concerned. He sat down in the snow and I sat next to him.

"It's alright, Evans. I just don't think I'm going to Hogsmeade today," he smiled.

"That's okay. But, Sirius told me you fainted. Is that true?"

"Yeah, cool isn't it?"

"Idiot,' I grinned. Without thinking, I ran my hands through his hair. James took that as an invitation and leaned closer. I could feel his breath on my lips when I turned my head. "I don't want you to faint again, Potter."

"Yeah, you're probably right. My weak heart could not handle that." Laughing, we collapsed in the snow, making angels.

"So, next Tuesday, Hogsmeade?"

"Yeah, sounds great. But, wait, Alice, Frank, Marlene, Sirius and Remus have other dates then. That means… Oh Merlin, Potter, I'm not going with you to Hogsmeade alone!" I couldn't believe it.

"I'm sorry, Evans. You already said yes," he teased.

"Oh God, Potter, you're an awful person, you know that?"

"Nah, I'm not. You'll see. You'll have the best date of your life."

"It's not a date. Just as friends, okay?," I said.

"Agree."

"No teasing, kissing, touching, just friends."

"None of that. Great. See you Tuesday!"

"See you!," I said, grinning. An afternoon, filled with James? Loved it.

We didn't tell anyone about our not-a-date and Tuesday morning I tried to go downstairs, but a voice stopped me.

"And where are you going?," the voice asked. I turned slowly so I could see that the corridor was empty.

"Who are you?," I asked, while I pulled my wand out of my robes.

"No need to pull your wand out," I heard from behind my back. I turned again and saw a gigantic stag. I adored stags. James' Patronus was one. And mine. The female one, of course. A doe. Wait. That stag had the exact same eye-color than James. The voice I heard was the same as Potter's.

"James?," I asked carefully. The next moment the stag nodded and turned into a human shape. Just as I thought. James Potter.

"What the bloody hell was that?," I asked, quite impressed.

"That was a stag," he said, like it wasn't a big deal.

"I knew that. But how ? Why? What?"

"Whoa, Evans, easy. I'll explain it to you later, but first: Hogsmeade."

I had the time of my life. James was a real gentleman and held every door open for me. Some Slytherins looked at us like they wanted to jinx us, but James and I were faster. Before they knew it, they started tap dancing, or worse. Like I said before; the time of my life.

"Where do you want to go now?," James asked, when we walked out the Three Broomsticks.

"Christmas presents!," I laughed.

"Love the idea. Do you have money with you?," he asked.

"Yeah, of course. Why?"

"Don't ask. Do you have more than hundred Galeons with you?"

"No. Why?," I asked again.

"'Cause I'm going to ask you to come home with me for Christmas. And you'll need a dress."

"What? But that isn't possible, the train already left."

"What would you do when I said I have another way?," he asked solemnly.

"I would consider the offer," I said, laughing.

"You would?," James repeated.

"No, of course not. I'd come immediately with you."

"Really?," he asked.

"Yeah, sure, why not? But remember, just as friends."

"Sure. Come on! Let's go shopping!"

"You're such a moron, Potter."

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