Lily Lover
I'll admit it. I love her. I guess you could call me a Lily Lover. Yes, she says she hates me, but I don't believe it. I don't believe it one bit. I know, somewhere, deep down inside of that feisty heart of hers, she loves me back. Although... she won't admit it.
I know Sirius thinks I'm crazy, and so do Peter and Remus. However one day, she shall be mine. Oh yes, all of that long, wavy, shock red hair, those perfect, emerald green orbs she calls her eyes; it shall all be mine.
I do have proof she loves me. Oh yes, I do have it. I remember that that time out by the lake. She ran into me, crying, and fell. All of her books strewn across the ground. She didn't even hurry to pick them up, like she usually does, to get away from the "arrogant toerag". She just sat there, wailing. That is untill i kneeled down beside her, lifted up her chin and just stared into those giant, gorgeous eyes.
We sat there like that for hours, it seemed, untill finally, she kissed my cheek, grabbed her books and ran off, smiling. We never even spoke. I didn't need to know why she was sad. I just wanted to make her feel better, to hear that angelic laugh. The laugh i had dressed up like a girl, and ran all the way up to the girls dormitories to hear.
I just hope that one day, she will stop caring what others think. That she will just listen to her heart; let that guide her life. Let it guide her all the way to me.