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Part of the Year Long Scavenger Hunt on HPFC. (#40 of the 25 pointers) Write about romance in the most unusual way possible
Also part of the Emotions Challenge on HPFC (emotion: loving)
Also part of the 100 Word Prompt Challenge on HPFC (word: strong)

Black Hole

"Give it a rest, will you, Prongs?"

James thought it a bit unfair for Sirius to be so perturbed by his ramblings about Evans when he had to listen to the gory details of every play he made on every girl in the entire school.

"No," said James, defiant. "I need you to understand something, Padfood. You, too, Moony. Worm… you'll never get it, so just keep writing your essay."

An indignant hey! was voiced from the couch by the fireplace. Remus looked up from his book, and Sirius situated himself across from James.

"This seems a bit unreal," he began. "I kissed her once, and I feel like I'm swirling around the edges of a black hole."

"Oh, Merlin," muttered Sirius. "Please don't let Evans hear you say that."

"Why not? It's romantic."

"How do you figure, mate?"

James cocked his head to one side. "Lily is the black hole." Sirius slapped a palm to his forehead. "No, wait, let me explain! Lily has a gravitational pull that is exhausting to try to avoid. Once you reach a certain point, there's just no escaping it. She sucks in everything that's good, everything pure, and even light can't resist her. She's invisible to the naked eye, and yet her pull is so relentless that you know she's there from the things she's influenced, the way people act around her. You want so badly to get pulled in, but you know if you do you'll never get out."

It was silent in the Common Room when he had finished. Sirius was staring up at him with a weird expression on his face, Peter had his chin resting on the back of the couch, and Remus had let his book fall to the floor.

"You don't just like her, James," said Remus quietly. "You're downright smitten."

James' face reddened as Sirius hailed him a poet and strutted him around the Common Room, begging for spare change for the hopeless romantic.