It was inevitable. Maybe their friends didn't get it, didn't realise, heck they didn't realise themselves. But it was predestined, an inscription from the gods, shown by the stars in ways the centaurs didn't even know, etched in their minds. They were pulled to one another, dragged, and despite what they did they couldn't stop their attraction to each other - he was North and she was South.
And he was worn down, reduced to a nub, because while she might be sweet and good and kind she was also stubborn and strong headed, which even his confidence and dedication couldn't beat.
They were opposites some would say - except they weren't. Because while they were North and South they were both magnets. he might of been loud and confident, pureblooded and spending his summers hanging out with mates and making useless spells up for fun, and she might of been quiet and peaceful, muggleborn and spending her summers looking over her new books and reading essays they were both brave, both good and most generally just and believed in equality. They were intelligent undoubtedly, but they worked for it. In different ways maybe (he preferred to adapt and modify basic spells and she studied by poring over books and notes and extra research) but they were intelligent.
It was strange one would think - in another world, another life, they would both be girls, or both be boys and be the bestest of friends - their personalities would keep each other honest and true, allow them to become better people. Their mothers would of loved one another and they would of spent hours at tea and dinner parties. Unfortunately she lived in one of the outer boroughs of Greater London and he spent his time living between Birmingham and Toulouse. Therefore they never had a connection outside of their schooling and they hadn't ever met outside of their school terms.
One could say that the pair, no matter how attracted to one another they were, no matter how much friction was between them, they were not friends (most definitely not) and they weren't dating and they weren't enemies. They were housemates, acquaintances. He was just the guy who entertained the Common Room with his friends, who she occasionally turned to when she needed to ask after homework, and she was the girl he had a slight crush on and spent Transfiguration throwing notes at.
And one day in summer, many days later, a couple of years later, they would be standing under the haze of the bright sun (a rare occurrence) and their friends would swear that they were meant to be all along, that they were totally behind their whole relationship, that they knew this would happen one day. But the truth was only the little thirteen year old at the back of the ceremony knew, and they would smile quietly because Lily was their role model and they knew how to keep quiet.
But it was a inevitable and he was North and she was South, James and Lily were predestined and Destiny is something you can either accept or die avoiding it.
