Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to the lovely J.K., not me.
Forever.
One word. It can be spat out like nothing, an empty dedication. It can be pledged with emotion, grief, and heartache. But it can also hold true to the definition, "For a limitless time," found in one of the Library's biggest, dustiest tomes.
I would like to think that the first way I said it can be put rarely happens, but it does. It did to me, at least. There was that time over Christmas holidays, 4th year, when Marlene said that if I let her borrow my new flats, she would buy me enough chocolate frogs to last forever. Marlene wasn't lying, she bought me chocolate frogs. But I ran out by the third day back at classes. Was that a fluke? Chance? One time thing? I didn't think much of it at the time, or rather care much, but it happened again. Since first year Potter has been so dutifully telling me that I will be his one and only love "forever". But who did I, being a prefect, have to break up from a feisty broom closet song-fest in 6th year? None other than Potter and that slag Sally Birchgrove. Good thing I never gave in to his advances that promised me forever.
But I'm giving in. And he's no longer Potter, and I'm no longer Evans, we're just James and Lily. I forgot about forever and its meanings for a while, around when the prick stopped asking me out, and stopped being a prick in general. We tried just being friends. And It was fine and dandy. I liked it.
...
A lot.
...
Fine. I bloody loved it.
Every single second I loved. I was falling for him, and falling hard. But I was worried too. What if forever had ended for him? Maybe he didn't love me anymore. Was my chance gone? Doors shut, shades pulled down?
Frankly, I'm better off avoiding him. Which is near impossible, by the way. Between sharing Head duties, a common room, and every single class, no area is a Potter Free Zone. Except the girls' lavatory, where I spend quite a bit of time, and have gotten to know Myrtle quite well. But that's beside the point. The point is that I'm afraid forever is gone for us, when all I desperately want is for it to return. If my fifth year self could see me now, she'd be queasy. I'm such a love-sick puppy, I make myself throw up a little in my mouth!
One way to find out if forever still stands for him is to ask. But words aren't exactly my strong point when it comes to all this romantic crud. That's why the centimeter sized irrational part of my brain had to shove the rational part to the back seat. It lead me up to the big oak doors of the great hall, where I now stand, taking the deepest breaths I've ever needed. With one final push of irrationality, I swing open the doors.
There. A head of messy black hair spins around and calls out to me, as I jog up to meet it. "Lily!" He jokes, "Been skimping off on our Head duties lately, have we? To be honest, I'm surpr-"
No more words come from his mouth, because I've already covered it with my own. His eyes are wide open, in surprise I hope, not disgust. He's making me nervous, and after a good ten seconds, I start to pull away, accepting his revulsion and getting ready to run for the hills. But less than two seconds after I begin to back up his hands are on my face kissing me this time. He's pretty enthusiastic, to be honest, and I'm sure I'm channeling the same feelings.
And judging from the way that the entire Great Hall is watching, and he's still snogging me without any shame, I'm pretty sure that it's safe to say that our forever is just beginning.
A/N: Hope that didn't bore you too bad. I was really nervous about posting this, so thanks for reading!