Jily Oneshots

Flying High

James's POV

The date is December 12th. The time is 8:00. The year is 1978. We're in our seventh year. The tables have been turned. The planets are now orbiting a new sun. The usual is now the unusual. Lily Evans, the girl who has never liked me, ask me out. I've been asking her out since 5th year. Not obsessively, of course. Only like every Hogsmeade trip. We're now both 7th years and the head girl and boy. I mean, we've been friends since last year. But we were never really enemies—well, I did bully her best friend, Severus Snape—but he's a slimy git, so that doesn't count—but it made her dislike me—well, it's more like hate me—but then—Oh wait, I just realized that I've been rambling. Long story short, we've been close friends for a while now, and apparently her feelings changed, as well as mine. For a while there, I backed down because we both had girlfriends/boyfriends. But we were friends and just now we were both single—you know what? Never mind. The important thing this that Lily and I are going on a date. Right now. Which is why I'm standing outside the castle after qudditch practice. I told her that since she asked me out, I got to plan the date. I watch her arrive, appearing from inside the castle doors.

"Hey, Evans!" I shout, waving my arms over my head. We've kept up using our last names as sort of an inside joke.

"Potter," Lily responded, smiling, "What exactly are we doing? In the cold? Outdoors?" I grin knowingly.

"You'll see," I say with a small laugh. Picking up my broom lying on the floor, I float it horizontally midair. "Ready for a fly?" I ask.

"Oh James-I mean, Potter, I don't like fly-ahh!" Lily says, beginning to panic. Before she can run away however, I pick her up, and plop her on the broom, then get on in front of her.

"Hold on!" I cry, and she grips my shoulders. I kick off the ground, flying towards the crescent moon, surrounded by stars.

"James Potter! You know I can't stand flying!" Lily shouts over the wind. I laugh, feeling free up in the air.

"Lily Evans! Give it a chance!" I shout back and we laugh together. This feels right. Lily and I, together, flying high above all the worries of war, worries of school, worries of life. We can be free together. Lily and I swoop around the school, which is technically breaking the rules since we are supposed to not fly outside of the quidditch pitch, but hey! I'm James Potter, and rules don't faze me. However, they do faze Lily, and I guess that we should set a good example, since we are the Heads of the school. So I fly back over to the pitch, and let the broom however midair. "So, Evans. What made you ask me out?" I inquire.

"Well, Potter. We've been friends for 2 years now and after my breakup with Chris, I realized that you've been there for me. Even when I hated you. Remember when I was in the fourth year and broke my ankle tripping over a stack of books? You helped me to the Hospital Wing, even though I was insisting that I didn't need help, that I wasn't a damsel, and I guess my feelings changed," Lily says, looking out over the school, legs dangling in the air, "And you!"

"Me? I had a crush on you for about fourth year to five year, annoyed you, then when we became friends, I backed down, and started dating Sarah. But you always held a special place in my heart. Our friendship was so nice. We understand each other. And now, this year, I realized, I never truly gave up on liking you. And we were both single-and it went on from there," I tell her, "And Lily," I say, using her first name, "I don't regret a minute of it."

"Neither do I, James," She whispers, looking into my eyes steadily. Both of us leaning forwards, our lips meet for the first time and most certainly not the last.