Disclaimer: You know the drill. JK Rowling created Harry Potter, I own nothing, blah-blah-blah.
Everything about her fascinates you. You can't keep her out of your head, your thoughts revolve around her and it infuriates you. You know something in her has to feel the same way but she keeps denying it so you keep trying, even if it doesn't mean asking her out very day. Being her mate and being nice to her and acting like you don't think about her all the time even though it's killing you not to just yank her next to you and kiss her until your lips are bruised. Whatever it takes. Because you know she's not leaving your head anytime soon, and as a persistent of a bloke as you are, you know there are things you can't chase away.
So you let your thoughts rampage around her, picking apart every piece of her that fascinates you and drives you crazy.
Her hair and her eyes and her kindness are given, they're what everyone sees, but you can't help but find her faults to try to get her out of your head.
It doesn't work.
They only make her more perfect to you.
She's mad. Craziest bird you've ever met. She can't hold her tongue and she can't control her anger- though, neither than you. She never eats much at meals but drags you to the kitchens at one in the morning to stuff her face with sweets. She steals your scarf and shirts and sometimes you catch her smelling them but you never tell her because she gets embarrassed too easily and you hate how upset she gets about it even though you love to see her blush. She tries too hard and cries too little and never grieved her father properly and you can see it all taking a toll on her but you don't do anything to stop it even though you know you should.
And when she takes you on a late-night snack run and halfway through she bursts into tears, you can't help but stand in front of her awkwardly and rub the back of your neck until she runs to you and wraps her arms around your middle and sobs into your shirt. You set your chin on the top of her head and hug her back and comfort her in the best that you can, and you can't help thinking that this is how it's supposed to be.
Not the crying, of course, but you holding her. Your bodies fit together so well and for a second she was out of your mind because she was in your arms but then she pulled away and wiped her eyes. She apologized, embarrassed like usual, and you told her not to be sorry but she still was. You could still feel when she had been pressed into you and you miss her already and Merlin, you wanted to grab her and shake her until she realized that Lily Evans and James Potter were meant to be.
But you don't, so she keeps running circles in your head, and little do you know, you have the same intoxicating effect on her.
A/N: My friend Hannah (allonsytodiagonalley on tumblr) gave me this prompt and I tried a new writing style with it and everything. I hope it's alright. If you have any prompts for me, let me know. I'd be happy to write them because im running out of ideas ugh ugh ugh -MK