A/N: I know I should be working on Fifteen, but I got going on this and couldn't stop. Also, this one-shot switches perspective back and forth from Lily to James. Each little section is one character. Also, I know that James played Chaser; the analogy is just for the story.

Attention

I looked behind me, expecting to see the unruly black hair or the piercing hazel eyes. My stomach clenched when my glance met nothing but the dirty stonewall. If he was actually as brilliant as he kept informing everyone he was, why couldn't he figure it out?

As soon as she turned her head and I finished watching her shiny red hair fall down her back, I ducked through a door that was pretending to be a wall. Leaning my head against the cool stone in the dark broom cupboard, I closed my eyes. She was at the top of almost every class; how come she couldn't understand me?

Nobody gives someone they don't love that much attention.

I could hardly walk up to James now and tell him how I felt about him after all these years. The toerag had turned this into a game of Quidditch; he kept making attempts to catch the snitch, but I always slipped through his fingers, only to fly a couple of meters away. As soon as the snitch was caught, the game would be over. I am terrified of ending the game.

All I want to do is tell Lily Evans that I will always love her and see her eyebrows furrow as she realizes that I am telling the truth.

After all, nobody gives someone they don't love that much attention.

How many times can the snitch elude capture before the Seeker gives up?

How many more rejections can I take before I crumble?

'Seven years, Lily. Why won't you believe him?' The words of Mary Macdonald echo through my thoughts.

'Don't give up, Prongs. Just… don't give up.' Padfoot's advice sent a shot of fury through my veins.

'Nobody gives someone they don't love that much attention.'

I look down, realizing that my hands are shaking. Maybe, just maybe, the snitch has gotten tired before the Seeker.

"James?" I call softly.

My pulse raced as I heard her through the door. Her soft voice was a drastic change from the one that had been yelling at me two minutes go. Regardless of the personal consequences, I cannot ignore her.

"Yes?" I reply, stepping back through the door and into the corridor.

"You just- came through- wall…" She sputters.

"A door, actually. Just looks like a wall." A moment of silence passes.

Say it, Lily. Say it. I could hardly breathe.

"Am I just a game to you, James?"

Is that was she thought this was?

"God, Lily, No," I say, exasperated. "Who would put themselves through seven years of torture for a bloody game?"

I bit my lip. A small, clear voice rang through my head. Tell him.

"James, I…" I falter. Seven years of him telling me he loves me, with nothing but rejection in return; yet, I can't even tell him once. What a Gryffindor I am.

Something is wrong. I move closer to her, taking both of her small hand in mine.

"What is it, Lily?"

My whole body explodes at the touch of his warm, rough hands. Now is not the time for words.

I kiss him.

She kissed me.

I look up into those shocked hazel eyes, opening my mouth to speak.

"Don't say a word, Lily," he says, placing a finger over my lips. "I know."

I kiss her again.

Because, after all, nobody gives someone they don't love that much attention.