I don't own anything! Wish I did! Ron and Hermione would have gotten together much sooner if I did!!!!!!!
Lilly's POV
"Miss Evans, could you please just look after the library for ten minutes please? Professor Dumbledore wants to have a word with me and I couldn't think of anyone more mature than you…" Mrs Pince asked me.
"Yeah, Okay" I said standing up from the table I was at and walked up to the counter.
"Thank you!" She said and hurried off.
It was a Saturday so not many people were in the library. Ten minutes later and Mrs Pince still wasn't back. James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew came in then. I ignored them and carried on reading.
"Hey, guys. Meet you at the common room later. I told you she'd be here" Potter said. I knew he was talking about me. He sat down on the table closest to the desk with a book and pretends to read it. Five minutes later he came up to the desk.
"Hi" He said.
"Hi…" I said back. "What do you want?"
"Nothing much. Just want to talk to you" He answered.
"Well, tough luck. I'm not going to talk to you" I snapped. God! I hated that boy!
"Aw, C'mon! You love me really!"
I ignored him. He took my book from me.
"Give it back!" I said and jumped up. I grabbed my wand from the desk.
"Not until you say you love me!" He said and made the book levitate in the air.
"No! Give it back! It was a present from my mother! Give it back now!" I said, tears coming to my eyes. My mum had died in a car crash in the holidays.
"Why are you crying?" He asked.
"Give it back! NOW!" I shouted.
"Not until you tell me why you're crying" He said and made the book go higher in the air.
"NO! JUST-GIVE-ME-BACK-MY-BOOK!" I yelled. I jumped over the desk and jumped for his wand. He was taller than me so he held his arm up.
"Nope. I said first so you don't get your book 'til you tell me why you're crying" He commanded. Tears were coming down my face like a waterfall. That was it. I'd had enough. I made the thickest book on the table fly at him. It hit his head.
"Oww! What was that for? That hurt!" He moaned.
"Give-me-back-my-book!" I shouted.
"Not-until-you-tell-me-why-you're-crying!" He said.
"Fine! But not here. There's too many people. I don't want them to hear. Hang on. Will someone tell Mrs Pince where I've gone? Thanks!" I said as a boy from the first year stuck his hand up. I was still crying but not as much now. We went to an empty classroom and he sat down with the book in his hand. I sat on the window sill.
"Mum died." I said. He didn't say anything. I started crying again. He walked over with my book in his hand. He put it on the desk nearest us and sat down next to me. He put his arms round me and hugged me. I cried into his chest and put my arms around his waist.
"I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean-y'know-umm…" He stuttered.
"Its-O-okay. You-didn't know" I said into his chest. I pulled back and he let go. I looked at his t-shirt. It was wet with tears.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Umm… here let me clean your top" I picked up my wand and dried his top.
"I could've done that myself" He said.
"Yeah, right!" I answered. He wasn't the best wizard I knew. I stood up, picked up my book and left the room. I didn't think I hated him as much now…