So will their argument last? Or are they just too head over heels in love for each other for it to really matter? Summers fast approaching so how will that affect the couples relationship?!

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It only lasted for a couple of days, but for James- and Lily too- it felt like an eternity. The argument was in the forefront of his mind, the sharp slap of her hand across his cheek was all he could think of. For the next three days he only attended classes that he didn't share with Lily- which earned him several evenings of detentions, avoided the Great Hall and Gryffindor Common room at peak times and the Marauders had decided after a brief talk with James that perhaps it was best to leave him alone for awhile.

It was late, the common room was practically empty, no red head in sight; that was the only reason he was there. Sitting on a stool right beside the fire staring dejectedly into the orange flames, he felt as though his heart had been cracked open, Lily had not tried to speak to him at all these past few days. Part of him reasoned that maybe she just needed time to cool off, but he dreaded the other alternative that was, that she no longer wanted to be with him.

James didn't know how long he sat there, staring into the golden embers of the dying fire in the grand grate, he sighed and ran a hand through his scruffy hair, his thoughts a jumble but then he felt soft, small warm hands on his shoulders. Familiar hands- that had caressed his shoulders before, the sweet scent of flowered perfume, the flash of ginger hair as she leaned over his shoulder and whispered in his ear. "I'm sorry." He could clearly hear the honesty in her words.

"I shouldn't have slapped like I did." She continued, her hands gently massaging his shoulders, the touch so familiarly, so comforting. One had slipped down the length of his back as she came to stand in front of him and proceeded to sit on his lap. He had subconsciously moved to adapt to her wanting to sit on his lap, he brought his arms around her.
"No- Lils." He breathed in the sweet smell of her before he continued. "This is my fault," He'd been pondering this for a while now, he knew if he hadn't made such a big deal about her being friends with-with Snape...then everything would be fine...! "You're right, I'm a jerk!" He concluded to her.

Her brow creased, she frowned. "I never called you that." She muttered, her hand on his cheek, he moved his head so that the weight of his cheek rested in her hand. He turned his lips and kissed her hand. "No," He murmured into her hand. "But you wanted to- and you should have done."
Lily rolled her eyes. "Either way, I shouldn't have slapped you. I'm sorry." She said sincerely.
James's chin jutted upwards, he caught her eye. "Apology accepted Evans." He said and kissed her.

A renewed sort of passion welled up inside of him, having not kissed her in three days and to now be kissing her with such tenderness and love. Lily moved so that she still sat on his lap but facing him, "I love you Potter." She said resting her head on his shoulder.
He ran his fingers slowly through her long hair, savouring the feel of the silky locks between his finger tips. "I-," He gulped looking at her, knowing in his heart of hearts he had to say it. "I got- jealous ok?" He said defensively, but at least he'd said it. He looked at her.
James noticed Lily was biting her lips, trying not laugh. She fluffed up his hair a little and smirked. "'Jealous'?" She enquired. "James Potter, jealous? Never," She giggled, her tone layered with fake shock.
James shrugged. "It's your fault."
Lily looked hurt and annoyed. "No, no." James hurried to correct himself. "I meant I never had any reasons to be jealous until I finally got together with you. Before that I didn't really have anything to get all territorial about." He laughed at himself and then became serious again. He shrugged once more. "I'm sorry Lily Evans," He said somewhat solemnly. "But you are my world."
"Oo James." She whispered adoration evident in her voice. "And you're mine," She whispered linking her fingers through his and snuggling closer to him.

*
Summer had arrived before either of them had had chance to think about it; suddenly the end of year exams were done, trunks were packed, and everyone was heading onto the train to journey home. James had an arm round Lily as they walked towards the station they all wore muggle clothing and James couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked, not that she didn't look beautiful all the time.

Lily and James, the other Marauders and a few of Lily's friends made themselves comfortable in a carriage together. After awhile Lily fell asleep on his shoulder. The others were chatting; Sirius had dozed off, looking relaxed and peaceful in his sleep. James pulled out a dog-eared copy of 'Quidditch through the ages' and began to flick through it. He wasn't really reading it, instead thinking...

He had had an amazing year: first and foremost he had Lily, then there was the fact that he had succeed in bringing the Quidditch cup home where it rightfully belonged, that is into the hands of Gryffindor's. His mind travelled back to that amazing day... the sound of the crowd cheering, landing on the pitch, slipping off his broom into Sirius's arms as they both yelled in delight, feeling the cup being thrust into his arms, clinging to it as Sirius yelled and ruffled his hair in sheer happiness, throwing his arms up high into the air, holding the cup up for all to see, hearing "Gryffindor" Yelled around the stands- and his own name too, looking over to see a weeping McGonagall, grinning so much it hurt and turning to see Lily running through the crowds, pushing to get to him, her arms around his neck, kissing her with such passion because they'd done it! They'd won the cup!

A wide grin spread on his face as he remembered, he hastily dragged his fingers through his messy hair and looked up from his book; Sirius was still asleep as was Lily, her head still resting on his shoulder. Remus and Peter were self consciously chatting to Lily's friends and he was sitting there grinning, because this year had been the best year of his life so far and he was pretty sure next year, their final year at Hogwarts, was going to top that. He longed for the Head Boy Badge not that he'd ever admit it and he longed for Lily to get Head Girl along with him, prayed everything would work out between them and they'd stay together, imagining with a shiver of desire his future with her: moving in with her, proposing, marriage, babies...everything. He wanted to be with her for the rest of his life that was all he knew and all he really needed to know.

*

James was very aware of both sets of parent's watching as they said their goodbyes at the Train Station. His mind was still whirling, worried for Sirius, the look on his best friend's face as his father had grabbed his arm roughly and hurried him from the station, things weren't good there and he hated to see Sirius in pain. Remus and Peter had gone off fine, both promising to write soon, and now he stood in front of Lily saying goodbye, which he didn't want to do.
"I hate goodbyes." Lily muttered reaching up and playing with the collar of his shirt, he brought his hands to her waist.
"Me too." He sighed. "But you're coming to stay soon right? And I ring you off those...phone boxes?" He smiled uncertainly at her teary expression.
Lily laughed. "Yes," She said "And we can always write too."
"Yeah," James sighed and looked into her eyes. "Love you." He whispered. He was pretty sure Mr and Mrs Evans were watching, and whereas his parents had seen them kiss, hers had not. He whispered. "Am I allowed to kiss you in front of your parents?"
Lily laughed. "Jamie, I'm not going to see you for at least a month, I need you to kiss me, whether or not my parents are there." She ruffled his hair.
James smiled and leaned towards her "Okay," He whispered as he leaned closer to her, he had to remind himself to control himself as he did so. He pressed his lips to hers and felt the spark that he always felt; he hastily pulled away before either of them could get carried away. Lily was blushing, obviously thinking something along the same lines, she squeezed his hand "Love you Potter." She smiled and kissed his cheek then went to join her parents.

He watched her go, watched as she wrapped her arms around her mum, hugging her close, James smiled and waved nervously at the three of them and then walked over to join his parents. His mum smiled and his father picked up his trunk and said. "Come on then son." James glanced over his shoulder again, at Lily's retreating back. At the same time, Lily looked over at him, her face lit up into a smile as she saw him. "Love you." He couldn't help but call to her. She heard and beamed, tears in her eyes. "You too James!" She called back.