And so I start with the HP Uncovered Collection! Random oneshots about random stuff you'd love to see written that has actually haven't been shown in HP. This does NOT mean that I won't continue The Lost Moments - I WILL. I'll be working on both fics at the same time. When I'm uninspired with Snape, I'll inspire myself by writting something about Dumbledore, James Potter, Lily, Ginny, Hermione, Sirius, Tonks, the Weasleys, and any other character! I've got loads of chapters planned, but if you have anything you'd like me to write, please tell me, and I'll put it on my list. You'll have to wait, though.

So here I give you the first chapter: James' Proposal. Entirely dedicated to the best of the best reviewers and half-beta and inspiration, BABY GREEN EYES!

My dear Lily,

I'm writing to tell you that I had a great time last Friday, and that I'm sorry I had to leave so suddenly yesterday. Let me make up, okay? Dinner. Tonight. I'll pick you up at eight. How's that? Tell me if you have any trouble with this because I need to see you and this is the perfect opportunity. Don't worry, Sirius won't be coming. I almost killed him when I realised he had been the one who placed that red bra in my closet.

So, I guess I'll see you tonight at eight (sharp!).

I love you, Lily.

Yours forever,

James.

Her green eyes flickered across the paper quickly once again. 'I need to see you.' They'd been together the day before. Until he had abruptly stopped walking, gaze lost, and said 'I have to go, Lily.' Maybe he thought he had to make up for his rudeness? For leaving without explanation? No, it couldn't be that. He seemed desperate to go out, so something big was going on.

She checked with the calendar beside her bed. No birthdays written down there. An anniversary? No, it was spring right now. Their first kiss ever had been around New Year's Eve, and their first official date had been before that unforgettable kiss, in Halloween, a year ago, in their last year at Hogwarts. Okay, then it wasn't an anniversary. Something related to his job? No, James wouldn't take her out to celebrate his own accomplishments.

She let out a tiny groan, unable to decipher what was going on.

'Lily!' someone sang her name through her window.

'James?' she answered to herself, and leaned over the window pane to see. There, standing in her front garden, stood James Potter, smiling radiantly, a single lily in his hand, and wearing a – tuxedo?

Lily ran to the front door and crossed the garden to meet him, throwing herself into his arms.

'Hey!' he greeted cheerfully.

'Hey,' she whispered.

They stared at each other a moment. Slowly, she flung her arms around his neck and kissed him. Taken aback – yet glad – James laughed and kissed her back, but after a minute he pushed her gently away.

'I brought you a – thought you'd like – you know,' he mumbled, flushing slightly. He showed her the lily.

'Thank you,' Lily said, and kissed him again.

'We'll, we'd better get going,' James beamed at her and turned around.

'Where are we going?' she asked, following him.

'Uh – you'll see.'

'And why are you wearing a tuxedo? That took me by surprise.'

'I… thought you'd fancy to see me like a real gentleman sometime,' he said with a crooked smile on his face and a mocking tone.

'I fancy you all the time, there's no need to wear a tuxedo,' she replied, rolling her eyes.

'Yes, but you are wearing a dress – and you look astonishing – but if you're gonna look all elegant, then I might as well.'

'Just bear in mind that I'll fancy you no matter what you wear.'

'Or what I don't wear,' he muttered under his breath, laughing, but she didn't seem to hear him.

They kept walking under the night sky, small, bright stars twinkling upon them.

'So,' Lily said slowly, pouting her lips, 'why did you leave so suddenly yesterday? We were walking and suddenly you left –'

'I had something to buy,' he answered quickly. Lily frowned.

'Something to buy?' she repeated, sceptic, raising one eyebrow.

'Yeah,' he said. Lily waited, but it didn't seem like James was going to say much more.

'James, what's going on?' she asked, impatient, 'Yesterday you leave all of a sudden to buy something, and then you send me a letter telling me that you wanna go out tonight, and you're all silent and don't tell me a thing and –'

'Hey, calm down!' James interrupted her, smiling, 'All in good time. You'll see.'

Lily pressed her lips together, but James took her hand softly.

'Don't worry.'

With the boy at the lead, they kept walking, silently, down a street Lily had never seen. Nobody was around – only darkness surrounded them, and there was no sound, except for the soft breeze making the tree leaves sway. It was a moonless night, which meant that they didn't have to be worrying over Remus, though the girl was sure Sirius was keeping him company right now – it hadn't been long since the death of Remus' father.

'Okay, Lily,' James stopped dead just a few steps before a bend, and faced his girlfriend. 'Close your eyes.'

The girl did as she was told. Hesitantly, she let herself be led to wherever they were going, and it wasn't before long when he whispered in her ear, 'Now open them.'

Her eyelids revealed the startling, green almond-shaped eyes – and she gasped.

Before her, a small park beside the river had been decorated with little yellow lights, as if they were celebrating Christmas. The river's water sparkled with the night's splendour, and the girl laughed in disbelief as she saw a little table prepared for two, dinner already served, two glasses of oak mead flanking two tall candles. The few trees and bushed had twinkling little lights as well – Lily wondered if they were faeries.

'James, this is…' Was there a word to describe it? 'This is just marvellous. Beautiful. Wonderful.'

'Not as much as you,' James whispered, gazing at the scene, smiling with tenderness. 'Come on.'

Lily approached the table and eyed the food in the plates.

'How long has this been here?' she asked him.

'Uh – not long,' James replied, unsure, and Lily caught him glancing at the nearest bush. Her mind working at full speed, the girl sat down in front of her boyfriend and stared at his brown eyes.

'I can't believe this,' she murmured, 'I feel like I'm in one of those old, romantic movies.'

James laughed. 'I'm so glad you liked it. W– I worked hard.'

'No doubt about it,' she muttered, and started eating silently. James gazed at her with loving eyes, not touching his food.

'You look beautiful,' he said after a while. Lily felt the blood rushing to her cheeks.

'Thanks. And you look dashing.'

The boy roared with laughter.

'I found it in my father's closet. He won't mind. I hope.'

Lily smiled.

'So, are you going to tell me what this is all about?' she asked, leaving her fork and knife aside and resting her chin in her hands.

'You're quite impatient lately.'

'I'm just curious.'

'Curiosity killed the cat.'

'Curiosity made Columbus discover America as well.'

'Who?'

Lily stared at him.

'Never mind.'

James rolled his eyes.

'Sometimes I wish I hadn't given up Muggle Studies.'

'I don't know why you did.'

He frowned. 'Moony used to say the same.'

'Have you seen Remus lately?' she asked, interested. James pressed his lips together.

'No, but Sirius is with him right now –' Lily caught him glancing towards the bush again – 'and he'll tell me later how he's doing.'

'How nice of Sirius,' Lily said in a neutral tone. James gave a nervous little laugh.

'You know him.'

Lily started to eat again, and again James did nothing else but look at her. His eyes rested on her dark, red hair, gazed into her emerald eyes, followed the lines of her face… He opened his mouth to talk, but she interrupted him.

'So what was that about Sirius and the red bra I found in your closet?' Lily asked, raising her eyebrows. James notices the change in her voice.

'Oh, that,' he muttered, 'Well, Sirius thought it was funny –' he empathized the word as he punched the table, 'to hide a bra in my closet. Not to mess up with our relationship, but so he could pretend to have found it and bother me for the rest of eternity. Quite a charmer.'

His hand moved to the glass with mead, but, in the precise moment in which his fingers closed around it, it disappeared. Lily thought she heard a muffled laughter somewhere around.

'I'd never seen this place,' she changed subject, frowning and looking at her surroundings, 'I can't believe it.'

However, in her insides she had recognized the river – a river she had visited for the first time a long time ago, by the hand of a dark-haired boy…

'Yes, words just can't describe you… I mean it – the place, the park, the river,' he corrected himself quickly, but Lily smiled at him. 'You know. The place.'

'Yes, the place,' she laughed, 'I'm so lucky I found you, James.'

'You found me after six years of having seen me around,' he said, rolling his eyes.

'Well, you were a bit of a prat,' she laughed again, 'but I guess we all were at that age.'

James didn't seem to be following the conversation any longer – he had resumed his gazing at the girl, as if imprinting her image in his mind.

'What?' she asked, amused, and James gave a tiny jerk with his head.

'I'm sorry, it's just that – well –' he seemed to be struggling for words. After a moment of silence, he sighed.

'Well, here I go. I'm going to explain to you the reason why I brought you here. And – please don't interrupt,' he winced, 'it will make it harder.'

Lily nodded, attentive, and James inhaled and continued.

'Lily,' he started, leaning forwards and staring straight into her breathtaking eyes, 'remember the first time I saw you?'

The girl narrowed her eyes and nodded.

'You were making fun of Severus Snape,' she said slowly.

'Exactly,' James' expression brightened, 'Well, Lily, at that moment, I didn't like you.'

Her eyes widened in surprise.

'Er – thanks.'

'Wait, wait, let me finish!' he hurried to say. 'At that moment, I saw you with Snivellus and thought you were a git, just like him – though a very good-looking git.' He flashed her a smile which she did not return, and sighed. 'I'm not good at romanticism, I know.'

'Keep going, you're doing a great job,' she said, rolling her eyes.

'Never mind – the point is, it wasn't long after I started to… like you. You were pretty, smart, witty, brave, and you stood for your friends – even if they were greasy gits. You were unlike the rest of the Hogwarts girls.'

'And yet you were always making a fool of yourself around them,' Lily laughed.

'No, no,' he shook his head, serious, 'I made a fool of myself when you were around. I couldn't help it. Imagine my situation – I was this good-looking, cool guy,' Lily rolled her eyes, 'who could mount his broom and score goals magnificently and hence get any girl he wanted – except you. You, Lily Evans, the most beautiful girl, the most mature, the most intelligent, the most – I ran out of adjectives. The point is, the only girl I desired the most, and not for lust – I started to find out I kind of… loved you, even at that age – the only girl I wanted with my soul, the only girl I would die for a hundred times – that girl I couldn't reach. You were way too much for me. And I knew it, and I insisted. Remember how I kept bugging you?'

'There wasn't a day in which you wouldn't ask me out,' Lily smiled, nodding, 'Or any class, actually. And you took advantage – when I asked you something, you would only do it if I went out with you.'

'Which you didn't,' James said, frowning at the table, 'and I always had to give in at the end. I hated seeing you angry at me. But of course, I was such an arrogant toe-rag,' Lily blushed at his words, 'that I wouldn't admit it. I would laugh at your anger and mock you. And ask you if you would go out with me.

'So in the end, I settled down. I didn't give up, of course, but I realized that by making a fool of myself, I'd gain nothing. And when I became Head Boy, and matured a little, then you started accepting my invitations to Hogsmeade. But before that, you hated me,' he finished with a slight note of pain in his voice. Lily shook her head.

'I didn't hate you. I never did, I think. I just – didn't like it that you bullied other people just for the sake of it. And for Sirius' sake. But I knew you were a good person inside, a true, loyal friend. Now I know it better than before.'

They stared at each other with sadness, melancholy floating in the air.

'Lily,' he whispered, taking her hand across the table, 'I love you. I've always loved you. And I can't help loving you. You are… my life, though I know it sounds cheesy. You are everything to me. Please, don't interrupt. I know what you're gonna say. But listen, Lily… I need to do something. I can't wait any longer. That is why I brought you here tonight.'

Slowly, not taking his eyes off her, he stood up.

Lily's breathing increased its tempo, and her mind raced – everything fit: the dinner, the lights, the romanticism, the thing he had hurried to buy the day before –

'Lily Evans,' James had kneeled before her, and with a swift movement, removed a dark blue, satin box from his pocket and showed it to her. 'Lily Evans, I love you. I really do. And I want you to stay beside me for the rest of my life. I want to love you and take care of you and be the father of your children and – Lily, Lily, will you marry me?'

The box opened, and inside, a silver ring sparkling with the light.

'It's not much, but I know you like simple thi–'

His words were interrupted when Lily threw herself into his arms again, not bothering to place the ring on her finger, and kissed him fully in the mouth, a single tear running down her cheek. James laughed and pressed her against him, kissing back with as much passion as she was putting into the kiss.

'Oh, James,' Lily whispered between tears and kisses, 'Yes, yes, yes, yes!'

And there they were – James trying not to fall backwards, with Lily in his arms, feeling the taste of her lips and the softness of her skin –

'YES!' a voice shouted with delight from behind them, 'YES, YES! GOOD ONE, PRONGS!'

Lily broke the kiss to look over James' shoulder, and he turned around. Sirius was whooping and dancing behind the bush, now visible, enchanted by the scene he had just witnessed.

'I knew it,' Lily muttered, laughing, and then directed her words to the dancing Gryffindor, 'I thought you were with Remus!'

'Technically, he is,' a soft, calm voice came from behind the bush, and slowly Remus Lupin stood up, 'but I had the tact to remain hidden and silent, and let this moment be enjoyed by the two of you.'

'THEY'RE GETTING MARRIED!' Sirius was shouting, jumping on the spot.

'I'm getting married,' James whispered, gazing at him, and then turning to Lily. 'I'm getting married to you.'

'Lily Potter,' she said proudly. 'How do you like it?'

James laughed quietly. 'Actually… I'd never heard such sweeter words in my life.'

So the night finished with James telling Sirius that of course he'd be the godfather at the wedding, Sirius jumping over Moony in happiness and excitement, both of them falling onto the ground, and Lily and James breaking their kisses so as to avoid any Marauder getting a broken leg.

And no, Peter Pettigrew did NOT deserve an appearance. At this time, he was with Voldy making his alliance and was too busy to come.

I HOPE YOU LIKED IT, BGE, AND ALL OTHER READERS!

And cheer up, cuz there will be MORE of JAMES POTTER!

Me :3

ps: You'll have to wait for him, though.