Disclaimer: If I owned the series, I would not be writing fan fiction.
Something happened tonight. Something...strange, for lack of a better term. I did something I promised myself I would never do in my life. I, Lily Evans, had a civil conversation with James Potter.
I actually opened up and talked to him. I told him the fears and worries that have been bothering me so badly as of late. The fact that I did this surprised me, but the way he listened was even more surprising. The immature, stuck up prat that I thought I knew for the past six years was not the guy I was talking to tonight. The guy I talked to tonight listened; he cared. He didn't mention himself or his "accomplishments" once. In fact, the only times he spoke were to comfort me, to reassure me. He was...sweet. And, quite possibly, the best listener I've ever met.
Another odd thing about the conversation was how easy it was to open up. It was easier than talking to even my best friends. Maybe it's because I knew he wouldn't judge me. Maybe it's because he's not as dramatic as all the girls in my year are. Or maybe he was just there when I needed someone to open up to.
But perhaps the most surprising thing of all was what happened at the end of our conversation. I thanked him for listening, and he gave me a hug. I hugged him back, but that wasn't what surprised me. I had expected him to ask me out or try to kiss me, but that was still not the strangest part. Neither was the fact that after we hugged, I gave him a kiss on the cheek before I went up to bed. I think that it was the butterflies I felt fluttering about in the pit of my stomach. Now those, I could never have predicted.
A/N: So? I actually was pretty happy with that, but I would like to know what you think. FYI, my inspiration to write this fic was the song "Head Over Feet", by Alanis Morrisette. It is THE most LilyxJames song ever. Check it out:)
