James had gone into this aching for Lily Evans, she and her fiery hair, rosy cheeks and glittering eyes. She didn't want him, but Merlin he had been wanting her.

You were just friends, and acutely aware of his raging Jones for Lily Evans, so were up for helping him out. Fake dating. That would do it, wouldn't it?

But, after enough time, James – as fickle as he was – decided it wasn't Lily he wanted anymore.

Hand in hand, the two of you passed Lily in an otherwise empty corridor. She was gone, but he still held onto your hand, fingers laced between yours.