Next chapter! Sorry its short guyss! Still considering what should happen next at the moment! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW THE CHAPTERS! I would love to know you're opinions! :D Bee Smartie 3

They left the living room, both cradling their mugs of tea. James had calmed down now as he showed her round his home, he was no longer as nervous as before. He had no idea where his parents had disappeared to, but showed Lily around his home slowly, prolonging the moment when he showed her his room; as he had become worried about what she'd think.

They stopped at his bedroom door, the door held a sign he'd made when he was six that had his name scrawled across it. Lily reached and touched the frayed parchment on which James had scrawled his name in multi colours; and smiled at him. She looked at him. "That is the cutest thing ever."
James blushed and reached round her directing his wand at the door handle and muttered a spell. The door creaked open, Lily stepped inside James followed hesitantly, shutting his door behind them. With a flick of his wand, the lights came on and Lily stood self consciously in the middle of his room. James shrugged and came towards her. "My room," He said simply. However, Lily wasn't looking at him she was staring at the wall opposite his bed, which the centre of it was covered in wizarding photographs. She took his hand and walked over to the wall. She stood there smiling taking in every photo.

Many of the photos consisted of James, Sirius, Remus and Peter throughout the years; some of Sirius and James alone; grinning arm in arm on the Quidditch pitch, lounging in a field one summer's day. Sirius sitting on Remus while he tried to read, Peter at the bottom of a pile up involving all four of the boys; the four of them posing, standing arm in arm, roaring with, what was now silent, laughter. However, there was also many pictures of the two of them, Lily and James kissing under the mistletoe at Hogwarts, James draping his dirty Quidditch robes over Lily's shoulders in the common room after a match, drinking Butter beer in the Three Broomsticks, dancing, laying close, holding hands, Lily messing up his hair, James jumping out from behind a pillar- grabbing her by the waist...

Lily turned to James and kissed him without thinking, this collection of photo's made her heart swell, and she couldn't feel anything but love for him. She tangled her fingers in his hair; he was caught by surprise but kissed her back. "Lils?" He asked when they broke apart.
"James," She whispered, tears shinning in her eyes.
"What?" He smiled.
"I don't know," She laughed. "I've just never felt this way before."

They had their arms wrapped around each other, Lily looked around his room. She smiled. He had a large, four-poster bed, not unlike the beds they had at Hogwarts and hanging above his bed was a large red and gold Gryffindor banner, the walls were covered in posters- of his favourite Quidditch team, favourite wizard bands, most of which Lily had never heard of until they'd started going out.

There was a large oak desk in the corner of the room; stacked high on the desk was odd pieces of parchment, old textbooks and magazines. There was also a bookshelf, Lily advanced on it and reached out touching the spines of the books as she read the titles; although she hadn't heard of most of these wizarding books she could tell that many of them were children's novels, from the coloured titled.
"I'm going to get you reading some classics." Lily told him, her fingers still tracing the spines of the books.
"Classics?" James frowned taking off his glasses and cleaning them with the side of his jumper.
"Yeah, you know The Bronte sisters, Charles Dickens, Shakespeare!" Lily said passionately.
James frowned. "What are they?" He pulled a face.
"Muggle authors of some of the best novels and plays ever written!" Lily said, shocked although realistically she knew he wouldn't know them and although these were books she would have studied at a Muggle secondary school, her parents still brought her them for her birthdays and Christmas's to keep her in touch with the Muggle world.
James shrugged. "I'll give any book a try."
Lily nodded. "Same,"
He walked over to her and looked at the rows of books for a moment then carefully chose a book from the shelf and handed it to her, "Here." He said as she took it, reading the title. "It's one of my favourites," He smiled. "You can borrow it if you want." He shrugged.
Lily smiled and hugged the book to her chest. "Thanks James," She whispered.
"I should show you the room you're staying in." He smiled, taking her by the waist, leading her to the door.

The room was next to his, he held the door for her and Lily walked in. There was a single bed, with flowery sheets; a window looking out on to the Potter's long garden. It was a perfect guest bedroom. Her belonging were already in the room, James lit the room with a flick of his wand. Lily sat on the bed. "It's pretty." She said, placing the book James had suggested she read, on the bedside table. James sat beside her and took her hand, he took a deep breath.
"It's nice to be home," he looked at her. She smiled and ruffled his hair. "And it's nice having you here." He said.
"I love your house." She blushed.
"Thanks Lils." He murmured.
"And your Mum and Dad are lovely!"
"Yeah?" He asked. "To be honest, Lils, I was so nervous, as to what you'd think of my house and my Mum and Dad and stuff." He looked down at their joined hands. "I'm still dead nervous." He laughed.
Lily stroked his cheek, "Jamie," She whispered, he leaned into her hand. "Don't be nervous Prongs," She purred and leaned and kissed his cheek. James blushed and brought his hands to her waist.
"Lily," He smiled. "I love you."
There was a sharp knock on the door and a cough, both teens jumped where they sat. "Dinner time, kids." Mr Potter said from behind the door.
"Coming Dad," James and Lily stood up, still hand in hand.