Well I'm back again! Yay! This is a story a wrote probably two or three years ago, which is absolutely insane to me! This is just a one-shot taking place during Lily and James' seventh year.
A fire blazed before her twinkling green eyes, soot shot into the chimney above, her cheeks blushed red as the boy sat beside her on the dark red rug. The paper she had thrown in was now gone; it had been engulfed in yellow flames that the fire held in a steady fight against the thick, brown logs. Out of the corner of her eye she could have, no, should have seen the teardrop slowly fall out of his hazel eye and streak his slightly muddy face. She hadn't though, she was too concentrated on her burnt paper and the soot the fire spat like a dragon setting his victim ablaze. She heard a sniff, it was too late. If she had saw that tear she would have left before he broke down. It was too painful to look at her classmate's young face turning old with fear and anger. With nothing to say the girl did not know what to do. She wished she could have helped him but she didn't do anything; she just sat, and stared, and prayed that it could only get better.
Now here we are, the boy glaces at the girl, suddenly a smile stretches across his face. Look at the two young adults, getting old and wrinkled over the raging war And the loss of friends. Why? They should just enjoy their life while they can, sure it seems hard, but the students can make it through. He was sure of that. The girl gives the boy a confused look. Why the sudden change in emotion? The boy tells the girl the only thing he can seems to know for certain. "We just have to live, not like we are dying, but just live." And that, is where our story really begins.
He leans in and hugs her tiny frame. "I'm happy we are friends, Lily," his voice breaks the silence like when a plastic crisp bag pops during lunch.
"I'm not," Lily grumbles into his chest, as they are still hugging.
The boy ignored her and hugs Lily even tighter, hoping a smile might light her face. Lily squirms our of his arms and does something that surprises them both. She gives him a light kiss on his cracked, chapped lips.
"I wish we where more, James," Lily whispers as she slowly stands, turning to walk to her dorm. Something stops her. Is that James laughing? She turns around fast, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and finds herself only centimeters away from James' face. He leans in to kiss her soft, pink lips.
"We can be," Janes tells Lily after they break apart. They both smile and laugh a little, and, just for a moment, they forget about the fright and they sit together in front of the fire.