"Just give me a chance," he says, catching Lily by the wrist. "I'm really not as bad as you think. Promise."
Anxiety does not suit him. James hates feeling so on edge, like her answer could make or break him. No one should have that sort of power over him, but, somehow, he doesn't mind that Lily does.
"Maybe," she says, and the gentle upward curl of her lips makes his heart skip a beat.
Excitement and hope flicker through him as he lets go of her wrist. She is finally coming around. There is finally hope for him, and maybe, just maybe, his years of waiting and wanting have not been in vain.
"Saturday? Hogsmeade?" he suggests, and he doesn't even mind that she doesn't answer before slipping down the corridor. Lily Evans will be his sooner or later.
