James Potter, you are an arrogant, mouthy, insufferable toerag.
Oh, now he had done it. The colour drained out of his face, as he watched Lily mount the table and approach him.
You are irresponsible, ignorant, immature, and loud.
James started to back up a bit, but it was too late. Lily was right in front of him now, and he was going to get slapped. He could just see it. Well, he thought, at least I went out with a bang....
And then she said it. I think that's why I fancy you.
For a moment, James' heart stopped dead in his chest, and the next thing he knew, Lily was kissing him in front of the school.
Lily was kissing him. Lily Marie Evans was kissing him, James Charlus Potter, in front of the entire school. His eyes were wide open and his arms were awkwardly stretched out, trying not to lose his balance, and looking much like an awkward fish. For a long moment, he couldn't comprehend what to do. A pair of lips on his? What did it mean? What was he supposed to do? Why was the sky blue? James was completely at a loss for any brain function.
Then finally, after what seemed like hours, reality crashed into him and he finally kissed her back. James wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against his body and kissed her open-mouthed, and desperate. He missed the feeling of his lips on hers, the way she tasted, how soft she was, how right it felt. Oh, he couldn't let this end.