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The winter sun beamed faintly through the tall windows of the Gryffindor common room, brightening the ancient stone walls and making the dust dance in the air. James Potter sat by the fireplace, absentmindedly spinning a small golden Snitch between his fingers. Sirius Black was sprawled in the chair opposite, tossing a Chocolate Frog in the air and occasionally catching it in his mouth.
“So, Prongs,” Sirius drawled lazily, catching another frog, “have you finally decided to invite Evans to the Winter Ball?”
James sighed, running his fingers through his perpetually mussed black hair.
“I don’t know, Padfoot. I’ve tried so many times before... and I’ve always been turned down.”
“You mean the times you shouted across the Great Hall, ‘Hey, Evans, will you come to Hogsmeade with me?’ or the time you enchanted the suits of armor to serenade her?” Sirius smirked. “Yeah, I have no idea why she said no.”
Remus Lupin, who was sitting at the table with a book and parchment, looked up.
“Maybe you should try a different approach this time, James. Talk to her normally—without an audience, fireworks, or flying banners.”
James nodded thoughtfully. He had changed over the past year. Being appointed Head Boy had forced him to grow up—reluctantly, but undeniably. Even his pranks had become... well, slightly less outrageous. And he’d noticed that Lily no longer looked at him with the same icy contempt she’d reserved for him the past few years.
“She hasn’t called me a ‘arrogant jerk’ in almost three months,” James mused, a small smile tugging at his lips. “And last week, she actually laughed at my potions joke.”
“A historic achievement,” Sirius snorted. “Merlin’s beard, I’ve never seen a bigger idiot in love.”
James shot him a mocking look, remembering how Sirius had once tripped over his own feet just to get Remus’s attention.
The image flashed through his mind: Sirius, slumped defiantly at the table across from Lupin, his usually confident face wearing a rare expression of concentration as he struggled through a book he’d obviously only picked up because Remus had mentioned it a week ago.
And then there were those "accidental" touches on his arm whenever he was "showing him something," James thought, barely restraining a smirk.
"Face it, Padfoot, you’re an even bigger romantic than I am."
But after all, Sirius had successfully started dating Remus. Unlike James.
“What?” Sirius frowned, noticing his look.
“Nothing.” James rolled his eyes dramatically. “Just thinking how funny it is that you from all people calling me a lovesick idiot.”
Sirius stiffened for a second before slumping back in his chair, arms crossed.
“Honestly, James,” Remus said, closing his book and leaning toward them, “I think you still should try”
Peter, who had been silently observing the conversation, suddenly spoke up:
“But what if she says no again? The Winter Ball’s only a week away. You could end up without a date.”
James grimaced. The idea of another rejection from Lily sent a sharp pang through his chest. Six years. Six years of trying to get her to notice him. Six years of rejections—some of them downright brutal. But this term, something had shifted. Between their prefect duties, late-night patrols, and those quiet conversations about the future… it felt like a fragile understanding had formed between them. And if one more failed attempt shattered it—
“You know what?” he said abruptly, standing up. “I’ll just ask Katherine Brown. She’s been dropping hints that she’d go with me since yesterday.”
Sirius raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Really? You're giving up? You, James Potter, who swore he'd marry Lily Evans back in first year?"
"I'm not giving up!" James snapped back. "I'm... I'm taking a break. Maybe if Lily sees me with someone else, she'll... I don't know, get jealous? Though I doubt it."
Remus shook his head skeptically. "I'm not sure that would work, James. If you really like Lily—"
"Of course I like Lily!" James interrupted, ruffling his hair even more violently. "But I'm tired of rejection, you know? Six years, Moony. Six bloody years."
"Do as you please," Sirius shrugged. "But if you want my opinion, you're making a mistake."
James waved his hand irritably and headed for the exit. He needed to think, and the Astronomy Tower seemed like the perfect place right now.
***
Meanwhile, in the library, Lily Evans sat at a far table surrounded by Transfiguration books, though her thoughts were far from her studies. Beside her, Marlene McKinnon flipped through a catalog of dresses available for order from Madam Malkin's for the Winter Ball.
"Lily, look at this green one!" Marlene exclaimed, pointing to a moving picture of a model twirling in an elegant green dress. "It would complement your eyes perfectly!"
Lily nodded absently. She hadn't even decided on a dress color yet - though that was the least of her concerns. The real question - who she would go to the ball with - remained unanswered. Or rather, she had one thought... but it seemed ridiculous.
"Do you think," Lily began carefully, "Potter's going to invite me?"
Marlene grinned. "Seriously? After six years of relentless invitations, you're doubting it now?"
"He hasn't asked me out in nearly a month," Lily countered, surprised by the twinge of disappointment she felt. "Maybe he's finally given up."
"Given up? James Potter?" Marlene laughed. "Lily, that boy declared he'd marry you the moment we arrived at Hogwarts. He's tried to impress you every single day for six years."
Lily absently chewed the end of her quill. Her feelings about James had shifted over recent months. He wasn't that infuriating, swaggering boy who turned corridors into chaos anymore. He'd become... more responsible. More mature. Their work as Head Students had revealed a different James Potter - attentive, clever, even... kind.
"So if he asks you," Marlene pressed, studying her friend's face, "will you say yes?"
Lily felt her cheeks flush betrayingly.
"Perhaps," she murmured. "If he does it properly. Not in the middle of the Great Hall. Not with enchanted valentines serenading me. Just... normally."
Marlene's grin stretched wide.
"Lily Evans, you fancy James Potter!"
"Quiet!" Lily glanced around frantically. "I don't fancy him. I've simply... reassessed my opinion."
"Of course, of course." Marlene winked. "Call it what you like."
Lily sighed and pretended to return to her book, but the words swam before her eyes. What if James did ask? What if she said yes? The idea of dancing with James Potter sent peculiar flutters through her stomach. Stranger still - she... liked the thought. Loved it, even. Her mind whirled like the enchanted snowflakes beyond the window.
This is ridiculous. James. That arrogant, insufferable, obnoxious...
Yet recent memories surfaced unbidden:
James helping a first-year gather her books yesterday when no one was watching. Him patiently reviewing Shield Charms with nervous Gryffindors last week, though he'd mastered them years ago. The way his eyes brightened when discussing Quidditch - not bragging, but with authentic enthusiasm.
Her fingertip traced the parchment's edge as warmth bloomed across her face.
When had "Potter" become... James?
Marlene chuckled softly, watching her friend's distracted gaze.
"You've been staring at page five for thirty minutes," she whispered, pointing to the open textbook.
Lily startled and flipped the page irritably, trying to compose herself. But her traitorous heart leaped at the mere thought of his smile—the one that appeared when he thought no one was looking. Wide, slightly awkward, nothing like his usual cocky grin. The smile he reserved only for her.
She abruptly slammed the book shut.
"Let's get out of here," she said to Marlene, standing abruptly.
"What? Why?"
"Because..." Lily glanced around as if afraid the library walls might overhear. "Because if he walks through that door right now, I might do something stupid. Like agree to go to that ridiculous ball."
Marlene's mouth fell open before curving into a delighted smile.
"Oh my God. It's really happened, hasn't it?"
Lily didn't deny it. Instead, she tugged her friend toward the exit, that unfamiliar mix of fear and anticipation fluttering in her stomach.
Yet for the first time in years... madness seemed dangerously tempting.
***
Over the following days, Lily kept catching herself scanning hallways and classrooms for glimpses of James. They'd crossed paths during prefect rounds, but James had been acting... strangely. While still polite and quick with his usual jokes, something felt off. He carefully avoided being alone with her and never mentioned the approaching ball.
Then on Thursday evening—three days before the event—as Lily descended the common room stairs, James's voice floated up to her:
"So, Katherine, will you go to the Winter Ball with me?"
Lily's heart constricted painfully. She froze mid-step, hidden from view of the common room below.
"Of course, James!" came Katherine Brown's cheerful reply.
Lily didn't need visuals to picture James's triumphant grin—the very smile she'd secretly begun finding charming.
"Excellent!" James said. "Meet me in the common room before the ball, then?"
The lump in Lily's throat nearly choked her. How pathetic—after years of rejecting him, now that he'd finally moved on, she realized she... missed his attention?
Chin high, she marched into the common room. James still stood with Katherine—Ravenclaw's pretty brunette—and stiffened noticeably when Lily entered.
"Evans," he nodded, feigning nonchalance.
"Potter," Lily replied coolly, sweeping past to join Marlene.
She could feel James's gaze burning into her back but refused to glance back. Only when seated did she let her mask slip.
"What's wrong?" Marlene murmured.
"Potter invited Katherine Brown," Lily whispered, straining for indifference.
Marlene blinked. "Seriously? Are you certain?"
"Positive. Seems he's finally accepted I'm a lost cause," Lily attempted to joke, though it tasted bitter.
"Or he's playing games," Marlene mused. "What will you do?"
Lily squared her shoulders. "Find myself a date, obviously."
"And who might that be?"
Lily looked around and saw Frank Longbottom working on his Defense Against the Dark Arts essay.
"Frank," she said firmly. "He's smart, kind, and as far as I knows, hasn't asked anyone yet."
"Frank?" Marlene sounded surprised. "What about Alice? I thought they..."
"They're not dating," Lily said. "I'll ask him right now."
Lily didn't mention seeing Alice and Narcissa Black kissing by the lake at night when she'd been returning to the dormitory. After all, it wasn't her secret to share. Before Marlene could object, Lily stood resolutely and approached Frank's table.
"Hi, Frank," she said, smiling as she sat across from him. "How's your essay coming?"
Frank looked up, blinking in surprise. "Hi, Lily. Not as terrible as I expected. Did you need something?"
Lily took a deep breath. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw James watching them despite pretending to be engrossed in his conversation with Katherine.
"Actually, yes," she said brightly. "I was wondering if you'd like to go to the Winter Ball with me."
Frank was so startled he dropped his quill, leaving an ink blot on his parchment.
"Me? With you?" He looked utterly dumbfounded. "But what about Po—"
"Yes or no, Frank?" Lily interrupted gently but firmly.
Frank gave her an uncertain smile. "Of course, yes. That would be brilliant."
"Wonderful!" Lily beamed, carefully avoiding James's direction. "Shall we meet in the entrance hall before the ball?"
After finalizing the details, Lily returned to Marlene, feeling an odd hollowness inside. She'd gotten what she wanted—a ball date. So why did she feel so wretched?
The Winter Ball at Hogwarts was one of the school's most anticipated events. The Great Hall had been transformed into a winter wonderland. Glittering icicles hung from the ceiling, charmed never to melt or drip. Twelve enormous Christmas trees adorned with silver and crystal ornaments lined the walls. The floor had been enchanted to resemble a frozen lake's surface, while the ceiling showed gently falling snow against the night sky.
Lily stood before the mirror in the girls' dormitory, nervously adjusting her emerald green dress that perfectly complemented her auburn hair and green eyes. Marlene had helped style her hair—soft curls gathered into an elegant updo with a few artful strands framing her face.
"You look absolutely stunning," Marlene assured her, adjusting her own blue dress. "Potter will regret not inviting you the moment he sees you."
Lily nervously bit her lip.
"It doesn't matter. I'm going with Frank, and we'll have a wonderful time."
Marlene merely offered a skeptical smile but remained silent.
Descending to the common room, Lily found Frank already waiting. He cut an elegant figure in his black dress robes with silver trim.
"Wow, Lily," he breathed as she approached. "You're just... wow."
Lily smiled, though her gaze instinctively swept the room. James was conspicuously absent—likely already departed with Katherine.
"Thank you, Frank. You look quite handsome yourself. Shall we?"
As they moved toward the exit, voices echoed from the boys' staircase. Lily turned to see James descending with Sirius. Her heart performed an involuntary flip.
James looked breathtaking in deep blue robes that accentuated his broad shoulders. His perpetually messy hair somehow appeared intentionally stylish tonight. Spotting Lily, he froze momentarily, his eyes widening behind his glasses before he approached with affected nonchalance—though Lily didn't miss the tension around his smile.
"Evans," he nodded. "You... look beautiful."
His gaze traveled over her dress, lingering just past the point of propriety, sending heat flooding to Lily's cheeks.
"Thank you, Potter," she replied, striving for coolness despite the tremor in her voice. "You're... presentable."
"Presentable?" James clutched his chest dramatically. "Wounded, Evans. Deeply wounded. Three hours I spent making my hair look perfectly unkempt."
Lily's lips twitched involuntarily. Classic James—deflecting with humor.
"Where's your date?" she asked pointedly.
"Waiting at the Great Hall entrance," James replied, his smile tightening slightly. "Enjoy the ball."
Sirius rolled his eyes and steered James away.
"Move along, Prongs, before you embarrass yourself further."
Lily watched them go, that peculiar weight returning to her chest. Frank cleared his throat politely.
"Shall we?"
"Yes," Lily murmured. "Let's."
The ball was in full swing. Students from every house danced, laughed, and reveled in the festivities. Lily tried—truly tried—to enjoy herself. Frank made an excellent partner: attentive, polite, and unexpectedly skilled on the dance floor. Yet her gaze kept drifting back to James, now dancing with Katherine. They looked perfect together—James laughing at some remark, his hand resting lightly on her waist—each glimpse sending a fresh pang through Lily’s chest.
"Would you like something to drink?" Frank asked after their third dance.
"Yes, thank you," Lily nodded. "I could use a moment to rest."
As Frank moved toward the refreshment table, Lily stood alone at the edge of the dance floor, drawing a steadying breath. The trembling in her fingers betrayed her.
It’s just a ball. Just a silly school event. Why does this hurt so much?
But she knew.
Her eyes found James again.
He stood apart now, absently adjusting his cuffs. Katherine had vanished—perhaps to her friends—leaving James uncharacteristically pensive. His usual confidence seemed muted as he raked a hand through his already disheveled hair, and something twisted sharply inside Lily. The enchanted snowflakes drifting from the ceiling caught in her loose curls and melted against her bare shoulders.
Go to him. Say… what? That you’ve changed your mind? That you want this dance?*
She took one step forward—
—and the orchestra slid into a slow waltz.
Couples drew closer, hands settling at waists, bodies aligning. Lily stood frozen, her pulse ha
mmering in her throat.
Then James looked up.
Their eyes locked across the crowded hall.
No smirk. No pretense. Just… seeing her.
Lily couldn’t breathe.
Come here. Come and dance with me
As though he’d heard, James began moving toward her.