A/N: Hey! Another marauder story going up. I know, I write them a lot. This story will be in a format I haven't previously attempted, so bear with me. It'll be a series of small, mostly short drabbles about the Marauders, that together form a love story. There will be two couples involved: James/Lily and Sirius/Remus. I'm hoping their stories will be told well enough.
RavenclawLupin11 presents:
Just Give Me a Reason
Part I: Silence
History of Magic had to be the worst subject ever taught on Earth. Binn's monotone voice droning on and on was enough to make your brain go fuzzy and take a small half hour nap; though, James Charlus Potter rarely did. He would much rather look at Lily May Evans. She never knew it, but History of Magic was James' favorite subject for the sole purpose that he could stare at Lily and she wouldn't yell at him for it. Of course, she never knew that he did it, but he felt good about getting away with it. When she bit her bottom lip in concentration while taking her notes, James' heart rate would speed up. The one thing he had always wanted was to have just a single chance to put his lips on hers in a sensually passionate kiss. When her startlingly green eyes lit up when she answered a question, it reminded him of sunshine beaming down on fresh green grass. He wouldn't ever tell his mates these things, they'd think he was a pushover and a hopeless prig. One day, she'll probably find out about his silent musings during class. One day she'd probably smack him and call him several nasty names. One day, maybe sooner rather than later, he'd pluck up the courage and shut her up with a kiss. The bell rang, James was pulled out of his reverie, and went back to being his usual unsentimental self.
Lily was perusing the library one early Saturday afternoon. She had finished "The Thornbirds" for what must've been the ninetieth time and she was in the mood for something a little more educational. She turned a row and there, sitting in the half dark, writing furiously, was James Potter. His glasses were sliding down the bridge of his nose and his brow was furrowed in concentration. Half hidden in the dark, his face looked thinner and more mature. Lily was sure it was an hallucination of her mind, because for the briefest moment she thought he was good looking. And, if she was being at all truthful, he really was. Normally, she was too blinded by her anger and great dislike for the immature jokester to see him in that way. Lily would never admit this out loud, but lately James had been growing on her. He wasn't hexing random students just for fun, he didn't make a complete arse of himself in class and, though he did still pull pranks, they weren't as stupid or unamusing anymore. Lily moved to get closer, tripped over a book pile and landed on the floor with a loud smack. From her position on the floor, she saw James look up from his paper to look at her. He cracked a smile and tried miserably to hide a smile. Lily's earlier thoughts of him vanished with exuberant speed and were replaced, once again, with her usual ire.
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