Always Waiting

Better Summary: This is basically one of my renditions of how James and Lilly finally got together. And that's about it. I hope you like it!

Enjoy!

HHTF

This was about the only time I felt at peace with the world. When I was sitting right here at the edge of the lake with no one else but the Giant Squid lounging playfully in the choppy waters. Here, there were no schoolbooks or homework that needed to be turned in. there were no teachers demanding all my attention. It was just me and the wind, the water, and the big oak tree that stretched out over the water. Yep, you've guessed it (unless you aren't the smartest of the bunch). This is my, Lily Evans's, favorite place to be in all of Hogwarts. Right here on the edge of the lake.

And right now, it felt particularly better than usual because the clouds had begun to roll in and there was that wind that you know means that rain is coming. It has that certain chill and certain taste to it. Well, maybe I'm alone with that observation, but I'm okay with that. I could hear the far off rumbles of thunder and knew that it would soon be time for me to head back inside to the castle where a mountain of homework was waiting for me.

"Evans?"

I knew that voice. It sent shivers down my spine and made my stomach start doing funny gymnastics that I wasn't used to. I kept telling myself it had to hatred, but that side of reason was slowly slipping. He used to be that boy that ran around the corridors at night, played pranks every morning, and consistently asked me out nearly every single day.

But he had changed.

Now he was mature, taking his Head duties with responsibility. He was never late, always polite to teachers, and it looked like some of the ego had leaked out of his head. He no longer teased me and bugged me into going out with him. In fact, we didn't even have arguments with each other anymore. You might have even called us friends. He was different Potter than the six previous years.

"Po-Potter." I had stuttered to find him so close to me. Apparently, I had failed to notice him walking up to where he was now seated next to me. His face was much closer than I had anticipated. There were his hazel eyes, a mixture of chocolate brown, a small hint of green in them, and a few small flecks of gold. For a second, I was momentarily mesmerized. But then I shook myself and tried to focus on something else.

I was supposed to hate him, so I composed myself back to the cool tone and indifference.

"What are you doing out here, Evans?" he asked, and I could hear the soft curiosity burning in his words.

Like he really cared.

Stop thinking like that, Lily!

"Why would you care, Potter?" I shot back at him.

Then, he surprised me even more. It just went to show how much he had really matured over the summer. James held up his hands in surrender and sort of backed up a few steps. "I was just wondering, Evans. You don't have to get all hot and bothered. So, I'll ask again, whatcha doing out here?"

I studied him for a few moments and remembered to keep my gaze from his eyes. His body posture was casual with no one else near him. James was leaning up against the same tree I was with one knee up and an arm propped up and resting on it nonchalantly. His hair was the slightest bit ruffled from the clean smelling breeze that signaled rain. There was a slight, familiar smirk across his face.

It was a really cute smirk.

Gosh! Why was I thinking this stuff all of a sudden?

Was I actually falling for James Potter after all these years?

I couldn't be.

Okay, so this is really fluffly and sappy, but I really do love stories like this. And, I would also like to say sorry if you've sent me a pm and I haven't answered. My email's messed up. Okay, instead of listening to me ramble on, why don't you just review?