Chapter 3 : A Dream
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With it being as cold as it was, the Gryffindor common room became a refuge for people. The fire was kept constantly stoked and consequently everybody vied for the top spots: the comfy armchairs and couches by the fire. These, as an unwritten rule, went to the sixth and seventh years.
James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin intended to fully take advantage of this rule. They were occasionally joined by Lily Evans and her best friend, Marlene, depending on how cold it was and whether or not they had anything else to do.
"I'm happy that our common room's so warm," Sirius mumbled happily from underneath his blankets. "I'd hate to be down in the dungeons like the Slytherins are."
"You're only nice and toasty warm because you're using all the blankets, Padfoot," James said, faking a shiver. "The rest of us are freezing."
"If by 'rest of us' you mean you," Sirius told him, "then yeah, sure. Doesn't mean you have to sit here and whine and complain because you don't want to sit with me."
"I can't sit with you!" James exclaimed. "You're lying down!" He cast a quick glance out of the corner of his eye at Lily Evans, sitting curled up in an armchair with a book. She met his stare and smiled at him, causing his cheeks to turn bright red. He looked away quickly and she grinned down at her book, shaking her head slightly as she did so.
"You know what," Remus interjected, "Peter and I are going to go to the library to work on our Astronomy project. We'll see you guys later." They got up, grabbed their stuff, and walked through the portrait hole and out of sight.
"That reminds me," Sirius said, tilting his head slightly, "I want to go do my Potions essay and get it out of the way so I don't have to worry about it later."
James stared at him. "Since when do you do your homework early? Actually, since when do you do your homework?"
Sirius folded his blankets into a ball and stood up, stretching. He jerked his head in Lily's direction and waggled his eyebrows at James.
James stared at him again. "When go on then, you giant meddler."
When Sirius was gone, James looked a lot more awkward. He sat in his chair, staring down at his hands and swallowing what seemed like every other second.
"Hey, Lily," he called gently, "can I ask you something?"
She looked up at him, put in a bookmark in her spot, and set her book aside, staring at him. "Yes?"
"I have a question," James said.
"Well, I gathered that," Lily deadpanned. "Most people don't ask people things that aren't questions."
James rolled his eyes. "It's a very important question."
"What is it?" Lily smiled.
"Would you like to go out with me?"
Lily grinned ear-to-ear. "Yes," she said, "I would like that very much."
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