November

Disclaimer: Do I look like JK Rowling? Ok, don't answer that LOL. Let me assure you though, that I'm not.

Lils,

Don't go down to the Great Hall for dinner tonight – meet me at our common room instead.

James

I stared at the note James had left on my desk, still trying to understand what it meant.

"Ms. Evans?" Professor Flitwick asked interrupting my thoughts.

"Yes?"

"Do you know the answer?"

I had no idea what he was talking about. "Answer?" I asked – completely clueless.

I looked around for help; Mel was stifling her giggles behind her books, James was smirking at me – an eyebrow raised, and the rest of the class was gaping at me surprised.

"The answer to my question, Ms. Evans?" Flitwick asked, he was starting to get frustrated.

I grimaced, "I'm sorry. What question?"

"Ah, Ms. Evans. You should pay more attention next thing."

I am going to kill James afterwards. I thought, pretending to take notes so I wouldn't have to look up.

*******

When my last class finally ended I ran back to the Head's common room bursting with anticipation to know what James was planning. But when I muttered the password and the door opened whatever expectations I had jumped out of the window. James had somehow managed to fill the whole common room with smoke and was now cursing somewhere inside the kitchen.

"James…?" I asked moving my hand in front of my face as if that would make all the smoke disappear.

"Lily?" he called back in a panicked voice and then I heard something falling down and more cursing.

I giggled, walking toward him. "What were you doing, Potter?" I asked, waving my wand in the air to make the smoke banish.

And that's when I saw him. He was a complete mess, right from his mused up locks, to his stained shirt and pants. The kitchen was no better, with food either burnt or mixed all over the floor. I had to laugh, which only made James blush and wave at me sheepishly.

"Seriously, James, what were you doing?" I giggled taking my cloak off and walking into the kitchen.

He scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed. "I was trying to make a Thanksgiving dinner for you."

I gave him a look. "Thanksgiving?"

"Don't muggles celebrate that? On November?" he looked completely distressed.

I smiled a little, fighting back a laugh. "That's in America, James."

"Oh."

And then I couldn't hold myself any longer and had to burst out laughing. James looked at me dejected.

"Ok, fine." I said between laughs. "Come on, I'll help you clean up."

But that didn't make James look any less disappointed, "Did I make all this mess for nothing?"

"Well, it depends on what you consider nothing." I smiled.

He tilted his head sideways, "What do you mean?"

"I mean that even if you burnt half the food, you still made and effort and that is incredibly cute."

That made him smile, "Then, making a fool of myself was worth it."

*****

"I'm sorry, Lils, I wanted this to be special but I ruined everything, and now it's late to even go down to dinner and-"

"James…"

"I think you are going to start hating me again because-"

"James…"

"I completely messed up and you are probably hungry and-"

"JAMES!!"

He widened his eyes, "What?"

"It's okay! We can always make s'mores or something."

He raised and eyebrow, "S'mores?"

"Oh, seriously, James Potter, don't tell me you've never had s'mores."

"Um…"

I laughed, "Well, then it's time you try them." I smiled taking his hand.

(A/N: I'm sorry!! I just couldn't find a way to add the quote this month. Hope you enjoyed it though. Thx for reading =0)