Forever in the Wings

So this is my other story, Always Waiting, from the perspective of James. So, you all already know what's going to happen. I do encourage you to read both! Go on! Review and let me know what you thought!

Okay, to all my reviewers who informed me that Lily is spelled with one l and not two, I apologize. I had a momentary lasp of memory and my brain wouldn't tell me if it was one or two. I have gone back and fixed it. I'm sure you've all had those moments.

There was nothing to do which meant that, naturally, I was bored. Peter had complained and whined about needing to go up in the library and study, Moony was in the hospital wing from his monthly escapade with his "furry little problem," and Sirius was off charming some girl with his good looks and humor. There was no one to prank. Peeves had already taken care of that for the day. There weren't any Head duties to attend to. I had finished all my homework for the weekend, and Snape was currently sitting up in his dormitory. I looked down at the map again, looking for anyone that I could talk to.

Almost as if by instinct, my eyes zoned in on my favorite little name in my untidy scrawl. Lily Evans. There she was, sitting by the lake. Why hadn't I thought of it before? Lily and I were now what you might have called friends. At least, we didn't have our little fights anymore. I could sit down in front our Heads' Common Room fire with homework that I didn't get, and she would come over and help me out without a single smart comment, face, or impatient noise.

Lily had taken my change very well, but I don't think she realized why I changed. I had changed for her. She had told at the end of sixth year that she hated it when I constantly asked her out, followed her around, and bugged her. So, I had matured, and I could tell that she liked it. The only problem was that I needed her to do more than just like me.

As I continued walking onto the grounds, I saw that the clouds had begun to converge over the Hogwarts' grounds. There was slight, clean smelling breeze that I thought signaled rain. There were rumbles of thunder in the distance past the lake and the mountains. At the mention of the lake, I saw the big tree I saw a flash of red locks that were picked up by the breeze. There was my Lily Evans.

She always hated how I once let it slip that I called her my Evans. But, I had been in love with her since I had first seen her. Every time I saw her, my stomach erupted in butterflies even after seven years of seeing her. She made my tongue dry up so that it took me a bit to be able to speak properly to her. She had no idea the effect that she had on me, and I was doing my best to dull it down this year. If she really and truly didn't like me after this year, then I would back off and leave her alone, but I had to test it first.

I jogged a little faster down the gentle slope. I thought it was really sad that I couldn't last a few hours without seeing her, but then, that was me.

There she was, sitting under the big tree looking off over the lake. She had such a thoughtful look in her eyes… I decided to let her know that I was there carefully and with an ounce of question so that it didn't appear as though I stalked her to down here.

"Evans?"

I watched as Lily's body stiffened at the sound of my voice. I would normally have, and perhaps should have smirked, at her reaction. I knew it! It was, however, going to be difficult to get her to admit it. If she had problems admitting it to herself, then she was going to have a harder time admitting it to someone else, especially me.

I came down and took a seat next to her on the ground. She didn't notice it though, appearing too busy thinking something through. She finally turned around to face me. "Po-Potter," she stuttered. I saw her gaze locked on mine and for a split second and I thought I saw her gaze fog over. She looked momentarily hypnotized by something, but I didn't understand what it was. Until I realized, it was me. She got that same slipping up from looking at me. She shook her head a little as though trying to rid herself of some unwanted thoughts.

"What are you doing out here, Evans?" I asked softly.

For a split-second, Lily's face softened, and then it hardened quickly and thoroughly. "Why do you care Potter?" she spat back at me. I could see her fighting with herself. I understood what she was doing. She was trying to provoke me out of my new maturity so that she could find an actual reason to hate me.

So, I raised my hands in surrender and scooted back a little to give her some space. "I was just wondering, Evans. You don't have to get all hot and bothered. So, I'll ask again, whatcha doing out here?"

She studied me for a moment and stared at everything but avoided my eyes. She was sitting in a somewhat relaxed position. Her legs were stretched out in front of her and crossed at the ankles in a ladylike fashion. She had one hand resting on the ground, and the other one was in her lap, fingering the hem of her robes. I smirked a little as she glanced at me when she thought I didn't notice.

Had she finally given in like everyone said she would?

Was it possible?

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