Lily POV

I was eating dinner, sitting with my best friends and the marauders. Was it just my imagination, or the arrogant toe-rag – James Fleamont Potter – had actually grown up? He no longer carried himself as though he was the best person in the world. Instead, his over- inflated ego had shrunk drastically till it could pass off as confidence. He still had that aura of authority and was humble. He no longer hexed innocent and unsuspecting first- years just for the sake of fun. Instead, he helped them understand the huge maze that was Hogwarts.

But why of all people, did I pick to think of James Potter?! Is it possible that I might be reciprocating some of his old feelings of love towards me? Yes, it was love for me all those years ago. I saw it in his eyes every time he looked at me. He just exuded love from every part of his body.

'Bad Lily, bad Lily' I chided myself. 'There is no fucking way you are falling for him.'

I was broken out of reverie by James, "Falling for whom, Lily?

I flushed a deep red color to the roots of my hair. It made me look very unattractive, that was for sure. I did not realize that I had been thinking aloud. Oh, why did James Potter have to be the one to hear my thoughts? Karma was kicking in, surely!

"Nothing, James. I was just remembering that Petunia said the very same thing to me, after watching a sappy romance film.", I lied shamelessly.

James did not buy it, I saw it in his expression, yet he chose to drop the topic. I thanked my luck stars for that, and went back to eating my food. Meanwhile, Ali said, "So, Lily, when are you going to invite us to your head girl dormitories for dressing up for a party? Hint, Hint."

I laughed. I said, "Sure, Ali, come today. It'll be useful to have a room as big as mine with just for the 4 of us to dress up. While appreciate Dorcas' fashion advice, it'll be better with just the four of us."

Ali squealed loud enough and shrill enough to crack glass and hugged me, more crushing me really tight. Thankfully, the Great Hall was full of chatter and blubber loud enough to hide the squeal. However, my ribs weren't as resilient as the Great Hall. I managed to choke out, "Crushing Me!" She apologized and let me go.

We soon finished dinner and headed up to the Head's Common room. Well, we did make a pit stop at the girls' dorms for their clothes and stacks of make-up.

Flash forward to after we were dressed up.

We were all just adding the finishing touches to our outfits. I was wearing a pair of skinny fit black jeans ripped at the knees with a sparkly red halter top. My shoes were tan colored boots with high pencil-heels. My hair was set in ringlets, courtesy of Alice Fortescue, our resident fashionista. She had also forced me to wear some mascara and concealer, topped off with lip-gloss.

Alice, on the other hand, wore a blue skirt and a black halter top. Her hair was glamoured into waves that reached her waist. Her shoes were boots, black and with platform heels. She had over-done her make-up, the regular base topped off with tons of products whose names I did not care to check.

Marlene had her hair loose. She was sporting a goth theme. Her skirt was black, her crop top was black and sparkly, her boots were black, and her make-up was also, heaven forbid, black. The black eye-shadow, black lipstick, black eyeliner, all contrasted with her skin which was made completely white with tons of foundation and face-powder, and her hazel eyes. The black color made me wonder if she had made her outfit like this as an acknowledgement to her recent crush Sirius Black. Or perhaps it was just her favoritism of the color black.

Mary, meanwhile, was the polar opposite of Marlene. Her untamable loose hair was neat, courtesy of 3 bottles of Madame Wattana's hair gel. She was wearing a white strapless shirt with a sweetheart neckline. Her ankle length leggings were also white. She wore white ankle-strap heels. Make-up was scarce on her face, albeit pink lip-gloss. Her sterling gray eyes were lined with black eye-liner.

We all wore some sort of belts, necklaces and bracelets. We headed to the Gryffindor common-room, where Ali met with her date, boyfriend Frank Longbottom. Marly met with Sirius, and I understood now why she wore black, because, apparently, Sirius Black wore it too. Mary met with the ever-charming Remus Lupin as friends. I was the only one without a date. Suddenly, James appeared in front of me. He looked at me, with a stunned expression, and said, "You look beautiful."

I pouted. "Apparently not beautiful or brave enough to get a date." He looked gob smacked. He suddenly gave a charming smile and said, "I will provide what the beautiful Lily Evans requires. I, too, don't have a date. Will you grace this party as being my date?" I blushed and chuckled. I said, "Sure."

He grinned like a maniac. He said, "We match." I looked down to see him wearing a pair of black pants and a casual red, V- necked t-shirt. He too wore tanned shoes. I took his arm and went to indulge in the party.

James POV

Oh my god!! I am going to a party with the love of my life, Lily Evans. Ah, my Potter charm seems to be having an effect.

We both ate, drank and danced together. I think I might have drunk up at least five bottles of firewhiskey. I will have a terrible hangover in the morning but right now, I couldn't care less. We had loads of fun and I finally ended up earning a small peck on the lips and a hug from Lily. I was over joyed. After that we went to bed as we were exhausted. Our bed was the super comfortable couch of the Heads common room because we were too woozy to walk up to our dorm. The last thought I had before drowning in the land of dreams was of how pleasant to have the girl of my dreams, snuggled up in my arms where I could protect her forever. Although, a sub- conscious part of my mind knew that this wasn't permanent and my Lily will have to get up in the morning.

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