A/N: Hey, you guys! Okay, so this is a serious, silly, pointless, Jily drabble. (hehehe, see what I did there?) Well, it's pretty short, but I hope you like it! Thanks to lil' quill, my trusty proofreader who makes my stories NOT suck!
Clumsy. That's what you are. Whether it's from handling delicate china, or even just walking to class.
But whenever he walks by, you start to trip over nothing, you trip over everything. You get mad at him for no reason whatsoever.
He is your stag and you are his doe. He is James and you are Lily. He is everything to you and you are everything to him.
You are one, yet you are separate. Without him, you are nothing, yet when you are with him, you lose everything. Your infinitesimally small bit of grace, your train of thought, lose all the balance you have left. You blush, you stammer, you stutter. Yet you can't be more comfortable around anybody else.
You remember your first kiss in Seventh Year. You'd already fallen in love with him by then, and you'd just made him aware of your feelings. You said you loved him, and he kissed you like it was the last thing he'd ever do.
Then you'd started dating. You two were inseparable. Madly in love. Maybe even soul mates. The stag and the doe.
Even though you had been together only for a year, you got married. And somehow, in all the chaos of the war, you had Harry. A beautiful baby boy who looked like James. But he had your eyes. Your green eyes.
Harry turned one, and you two turned twenty-one. On that fateful night on Halloween, banging sounded at your door.
James was telling you to leave, go without him. But it was too late. You saw a flash of green, and then you were no more.
The last thing you remembered was that James Potter never stopped making you clumsy.
A/N: Yo wazzup my peeps! Hope you liked that! Well, I spent two days trying to make that drabble sound serious. And by that I mean I spent two of my half-hour lunch periods. Pleast review, fav, fav me as an author (somewhat "flirtatiously" twirls hair around finger (I do that a lot. My friends would know. For that matter, anyone in my class.) and bats eyelashes).
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