101 Ways to Ask Lily Evans Out

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"I don't think you can make it," James said tauntingly. He hovered over Lily tossing the quaffle up and down waiting for her to mount her broom.

"Fine." Lily huffed and mounted her broom slowly ascending towards him. "Happy?"

"Now you just have to shoot the quaffle through the hoop. It's simple really. Race you!" He took off down the pitch and in seconds was flying in and out of the hoops. He watched as Lily shakily made her way over and it seemed like decades had passed. "I'm sorry, you might've forgotten my name it's been a few years since we've seen each other. I'm James Potter." He chuckled, "Only joking, you could never forget me."

Lily rolled her eyes, "Just give me the bloody balls."

"Which ones?"

She stared at him and he flew over and handed her the quaffle. "Let's make a bet. You shoot it from here, I'd say about twenty feet away through any hoop and winner dates loser. Sound good? Fantastic."

"Potter."

"Fine, loser dates winner. Better?"

Lily chucked the ball at him and nearly knocked him off balance. "Damn Lily! You've got a good arm! Too bad you suck at flying."