Harry Potter:
Dance With Me
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Author:
Marina Kenobi
Summary:
Throughout the years, some things never change. This story details what happens when
James Potter continues to ask Lily Evans the same question, over their school
years and to the night that they died.
Spoilers:
Order of the
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Rating:
PG
Category:
Romance/ Angst/ Humor
Disclaimer:
I didn’t create these characters, nor do I own them. That’s J.K. Rowling’s
territory. She lives in 
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Seventh Year
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The Great
Hall had never sparkled so much in all of the seven years James Potter had
attended Hogwarts. Of course, in
his opinion, the Hall could never out sparkle the beautiful redhead that
currently clasped his arm. James
grinned as they walked further into the room. His seventh year had been filled with
wonderful moments, so much that despite the fact they were leaving Hogwarts in
a few short weeks—leaving it to face the war raging in the wizarding
world—he was able to feel a sense of peace. And part of it he owed to the Head Girl
standing next to him.
The lady
in question smiled up at him.
“We pulled it off, James,” Lily Evans told him happily. “Somehow, even with the N.E.W.T.s,
we managed to pull off this ball.”
“And
well done, Lily-girl!” exclaimed James’s best friend Sirius,
suddenly managing to appear next to the couple. His midnight blue robes set off his dark
looks nicely. His date Sophia
materialized next to him, her periwinkle-blue robes fluttering slightly.
“It
does look nice, Lily and
James,” she added thoughtfully.
“You and the prefects managed to outdo yourselves.”
“So
when does the dancing begin?” another familiar voice cut in before either
Lily or James could reply to the compliments. The two couples turned to see Remus, in
robes of a nice dark red, as well as Kiara, in a very pretty black, coming up
to them. James knew Lily was
particularly delighted that Remus and Kiara had come to the special
seventh-year ball together; Kiara was one of the closest friends Lily had developed
over the years, and Lily had had a special place for Remus ever since they had
been prefects together, starting fifth year. James had developed a particular
appreciation for that friendship, since
without it he doubted whether he and Lily would be happily going out right
now. But that was a reflection for
a different night; as the various tables began filling, and Peter in his silver
robes had come over with his pink clad date Rhianna and complained that it was
time for food, James gently guided Lily to the table up front, the one that was
rightfully theirs as Head Boy and Girl.
She smiled gratefully up at him, and they ate their meal together with
pleasant conversation.
Before he
knew it, the moment James had been looking forward to most had arrived. As Head Boy and Girl, they were expected
to begin the dancing. As Dumbledore
nodded at him, James felt almost more nervous about asking Lily to dance than
he had asking Lily to be his girlfriend.
Of course, he has asked Lily to go out with him so many times before she
actually accepted that it hadn’t seemed as bad… Shaking his head, James smiled nervously
at the redhead as he got up and extended his hand. “May I have this dance?”
Lily
gracefully took his hand and rose from her chair. “Of course,” she replied
with a mischievous smirk. “I
couldn’t refuse the Head Boy.”
Despite
feeling all eyes in the room fall firmly on them, James managed to lead Lily
onto the dance floor without doing anything stupid. As he began to guide Lily around the
dance floor, he caught a glimpse of Sirius giving him a thumbs-up and a cheeky
grin. He rolled his eyes, knowing
that Sirius had been referring to the other times in which he had tried to
dance with Lily to no avail. For
now, though, he shifter his attention back to the lovely redhead, clad in
emerald green robes, and currently very content in his arms. He dropped a kiss on her forehead, and
as they continued dancing, neither of them noticed the rest of the students
joining them on the dance floor.
They were too busy simply enjoying the moment.
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