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Warning: It's fluffy. I dunno, no spoilers, just a little one page thing I'll update if people like it. Read my other story. Okay? Be good.
Review.
Please?
I'll give you a cookie!!!
You'll review then?
Really?
Good. Here goes.
"I'll get you, Miss Evans!" James shouted, chasing after a red blur, smiling brightly. The red blur went by the name of Lily, a red haired Hogwarts 7th year student, whom James had pined for quite some time. She flashed a toothy grin and laughed gleefully, the edges of her blue sarong blowing in the wind. She clutched the long dainty turquoise fabric to her chest, partially covering a tropical print bikini; her bare feet embraced the shallow water around the edge of the lake. James was catching up now. Though Lily was quick and aerodynamic, she was no match for James' long legs or his Quidditch induced speed and agility. James reached out his left hand to grab her, and got a fistful of brilliant turquoise cotton instead. He tightened his grip, while Lily kept running, and James successfully yanked the cover from her dainty hands, and let go of it, letting it fly behind him like a magic carpet fit for a princess.
James gave a loud booming laugh and swatted at the air trying to catch some of her long, brilliant crimson hair; he missed her by inches, but he was beginning to catch up. Suddenly, James sprang forward and grabbed Lily from behind, knocking her down into the warm, wet sand that stretched out alongside the lake, and landed on his back with her on top of him. She laughed softly, her brilliant flaming red hair dangling above his face, gently tickling his nose.
"Looks like I'm the one that has YOU, James Potter." She giggled and propped herself up on her hands, touching his cheek with her thumb. James smiled up at her, and kicked his leg around, rolling them both over, so that he was on top. He propped himself up so that their faces were about 10 inches apart, and smiled dreamily down at her.
"Wrong again, Miss Evans," James replied smoothly, dropping his voice to almost a whisper, "I told you I'd get you." James' heart was racing, he was unsure of what Lily would think about what he was going to do next, but his nerves were no match for his cocky confidence. He looked deeply into Lily's brilliant emerald green eyes, slowly closing the gap between their faces. He saw the nervous, but almost expectant look etched into Lily's soft face; he kept his eyes open only long enough to watch hers widen in surprise, and to see her head tilt slightly to his right; it was now, or never.
He had never expected their first kiss to be like that; so easy, so free, unbridled by reason or restraints of time and place. It was random, and slow, and soft; not forced, not strange, not hard, not fast, not mechanical. Sweet, and soft, just like Lily Evans.
So...Do you like it? I know it was total fluff, but I had fun writing it. I figured it would be awfully hard to incorporate into "Tragic Traitor." If you like it, or if you hate it, please review! If you like this, read "Tragic Traitor," It's not as corny or cliched as you'd think. if you hated this, read "Tragic Traitor!" It's totally different, and I spent ALOT more time on it. It's also the only one of its kind I've ever seen, so no stupid cliches!
Also, I am waiting for reactions on this to decide if I'm doing a prequel or a sequel. I think I'm doing both if people like it.
Warning: It's fluffy. I dunno, no spoilers, just a little one page thing I'll update if people like it. Read my other story. Okay? Be good.
Review.
Please?
I'll give you a cookie!!!
You'll review then?
Really?
Good. Here goes.
A day
at the Lake.
"I'll get you, Miss Evans!" James shouted, chasing after a red blur, smiling brightly. The red blur went by the name of Lily, a red haired Hogwarts 7th year student, whom James had pined for quite some time. She flashed a toothy grin and laughed gleefully, the edges of her blue sarong blowing in the wind. She clutched the long dainty turquoise fabric to her chest, partially covering a tropical print bikini; her bare feet embraced the shallow water around the edge of the lake. James was catching up now. Though Lily was quick and aerodynamic, she was no match for James' long legs or his Quidditch induced speed and agility. James reached out his left hand to grab her, and got a fistful of brilliant turquoise cotton instead. He tightened his grip, while Lily kept running, and James successfully yanked the cover from her dainty hands, and let go of it, letting it fly behind him like a magic carpet fit for a princess.
James gave a loud booming laugh and swatted at the air trying to catch some of her long, brilliant crimson hair; he missed her by inches, but he was beginning to catch up. Suddenly, James sprang forward and grabbed Lily from behind, knocking her down into the warm, wet sand that stretched out alongside the lake, and landed on his back with her on top of him. She laughed softly, her brilliant flaming red hair dangling above his face, gently tickling his nose.
"Looks like I'm the one that has YOU, James Potter." She giggled and propped herself up on her hands, touching his cheek with her thumb. James smiled up at her, and kicked his leg around, rolling them both over, so that he was on top. He propped himself up so that their faces were about 10 inches apart, and smiled dreamily down at her.
"Wrong again, Miss Evans," James replied smoothly, dropping his voice to almost a whisper, "I told you I'd get you." James' heart was racing, he was unsure of what Lily would think about what he was going to do next, but his nerves were no match for his cocky confidence. He looked deeply into Lily's brilliant emerald green eyes, slowly closing the gap between their faces. He saw the nervous, but almost expectant look etched into Lily's soft face; he kept his eyes open only long enough to watch hers widen in surprise, and to see her head tilt slightly to his right; it was now, or never.
He had never expected their first kiss to be like that; so easy, so free, unbridled by reason or restraints of time and place. It was random, and slow, and soft; not forced, not strange, not hard, not fast, not mechanical. Sweet, and soft, just like Lily Evans.
So...Do you like it? I know it was total fluff, but I had fun writing it. I figured it would be awfully hard to incorporate into "Tragic Traitor." If you like it, or if you hate it, please review! If you like this, read "Tragic Traitor," It's not as corny or cliched as you'd think. if you hated this, read "Tragic Traitor!" It's totally different, and I spent ALOT more time on it. It's also the only one of its kind I've ever seen, so no stupid cliches!
Also, I am waiting for reactions on this to decide if I'm doing a prequel or a sequel. I think I'm doing both if people like it.