A/N: feeling angsty today. this is the product. the ending is slightly unsatisfying. hope someone enjoys anyway.
"Evans. Evans. Evans!" He yells. His voice echos through out the hall. He's becoming panicked.
"What?" She screams, her face red and her eyes puffy. "What do you want now Potter?"
He finds her curled up in a corner of the fifth floor corridor, the hallway with the stained glass window at the end.
Her hair catches the sunlight. She shone like an angel. A fucked up, broken, crying angel. His jaw clenches.
"Why the fuck are you crying?" He asks harshly.
His words stung her like a whip. They cut through her, severing her heart a little more.
He wants to hurt her. His parents are dead and she's crying about a fucking potions grade. It's not fair.
"Why are you asking Potter? Still care?" She barks back.
Of course he still cared. He'd care no matter what he did. She'd always be there, like a parasite, in the back of his mind.
She means to sound indifferent and cold, like she's always aimed to be, but her eyes give her away.
He looks into those emerald eyes and sees her truth. That something's really upset her, that maybe it isn't just that bad mark, that she's alone in the world since Snape's left her. That she doesn't have anyone, and she's getting tired.
"Evans. Seriously, what's wrong?" He asks, but he knows she won't answer him.
She doesn't say anything. Her throat's choked up, she feels her eyes stinging with sadness. She tries not to let the fat tears welling up fall.
He sits next to her on the windowsill, and wraps his arms around her.
He wants her to stop crying. To shove him, slap him, yell, degrade and insult him like she always does. Turn back into a robot, a beautiful, cold, robot without feelings. It scares him to see her so vulnerable, when all these years she's been so untouchable.
But she doesn't seem to have the strength anymore. Her arms move up to his chest to push him away, but she finds her palms closing around the material of his shirt, pulling herself into him, letting herself be held.
The dam breaks, and the tears start to drop like heavy rain, splashing onto his chest. She's drowning him in her sadness.
He's letting her drown him. Oddly, her tears seem to free him, and he can feel his resolve slipping.
Before he knows it, a salty tear escapes his eye. He thinks she might want him to stay strong for her, but he's never done what she's wanted anyway.
They're both crying. Their tears mix. Their bodies mold together.
"I'm alone." She whispers into his chest. "I'm completely and totally alone."
Time goes by. The hallway stays, fortunately, empty. The only sounds are Lily's quiet sobs, echoing off the corners and stone floors.
Her hands, holding his shirt, suddenly shove him away. She gathers her books and walks off down the hallway.
Her tears dry stiffly on his white cotton shirt.
"You've got me." He says, but she doesn't hear him.