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Eyes Wide Open
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Summary: James looks back on his confrontation with Lily (the one from Snape's Worst Memory in OotP) and decides that it's time for a change. Will he win Lily over?
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Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I owned all this stuff I'd be one rich lady! The 'replayed events' are direct quotes from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
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Chapter 1:
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James sat on the quidditch field with his arms wrapped around his knees, watching the sun slowly set over Hogwarts. Over and over he replayed the events from earlier that day.
"'I'm suprised your broomstick can get off the ground with that fat head on it. You make me SICK.'
She turned on her heel and hurried away.
'Evans!' James shouted after her, 'Hey, EVANS!'
But she didn't look back."
"Godamnit!" James mumbled to himself.
"Now, now James, there's no need for bad language."
Remus plopped down next to James, sensing that he was deeply upset.
"You weren't at dinner, Prongs."
"Not hungry."
"What's the matter? Lily?"
"Yeah. Godamnit!" James ripped a handful of grass from the quidditch pitch.
"Personally, I don't see why you waste your time and energy on a girl who'd rather eat bobotuber pus than go out with you. You could have any girl in this school!"
"Lily's different than the other girls, though. She's smart, she has substance."
"She also has an allergy to you, Prongs." Remus patted his friend on the back, "that tends to get in the way."
Disregarding his friend's joke, James went on. "But I fancy her," he said quietly. "Fancy?" His voice grew louder, "Godamnit, I love her, Remus! She doesn't give a damn but I'm in love with her."
"I know, James. I know, Sirius knows, Peter knows, we all know. You don't exactly keep it a secret from us, but you keep it from Lily."
"What are you talking about? I asked her out today! I shamelessly throw myself at her and you don't think she knows how I feel?"
"Girls are a complicated thing."
"No kidding!"
"But on the other hand, Prongs, It does make some sense. Girls have always fancied that sort of 'I-own-the-world' way that you act when you're around them. That's just how you attract them. Then you try it with Lily and things go awry. She said it herself today, she thinks you're conceited."
"Am I?"
"That depends. Who's perspective do you want?" Remus sighed. "Look, she probably reckons you're only after her to prove that you really can get any girl in the school. You need to be real with her. Just tell her how you really feel."
"It's not so easy."
"I've seen the way you look at her, James. Like you'd go to the ends of the earth just to have a coffee with her at Madam Puddifoot's."
James chuckled. "Do we really strike you as the kind of people who's go to Madam Puddifoot's?"
"Ha, I guess not. How about butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks?"
"That's better."
"But anyway, you need to show her that side of you."
"I wish I knew how."
"You do. You're just scared of it, of exposinbg yourself and getting hurt. You need to let go."
Remus got up and straightened his shabby robes. "Come, lets go study for tomorrow's O.W.L.s, okay?"
James didn't move. "You go. I need to be alone for a bit."
Remus nodded and left James with his thoughts.
'Someday,' James thought to himself, 'you'll know how I feel, Evans. You'll see the real me. I'll never stop loving you.'
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Eyes Wide Open
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Summary: James looks back on his confrontation with Lily (the one from Snape's Worst Memory in OotP) and decides that it's time for a change. Will he win Lily over?
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Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I owned all this stuff I'd be one rich lady! The 'replayed events' are direct quotes from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
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Chapter 1:
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James sat on the quidditch field with his arms wrapped around his knees, watching the sun slowly set over Hogwarts. Over and over he replayed the events from earlier that day.
"'I'm suprised your broomstick can get off the ground with that fat head on it. You make me SICK.'
She turned on her heel and hurried away.
'Evans!' James shouted after her, 'Hey, EVANS!'
But she didn't look back."
"Godamnit!" James mumbled to himself.
"Now, now James, there's no need for bad language."
Remus plopped down next to James, sensing that he was deeply upset.
"You weren't at dinner, Prongs."
"Not hungry."
"What's the matter? Lily?"
"Yeah. Godamnit!" James ripped a handful of grass from the quidditch pitch.
"Personally, I don't see why you waste your time and energy on a girl who'd rather eat bobotuber pus than go out with you. You could have any girl in this school!"
"Lily's different than the other girls, though. She's smart, she has substance."
"She also has an allergy to you, Prongs." Remus patted his friend on the back, "that tends to get in the way."
Disregarding his friend's joke, James went on. "But I fancy her," he said quietly. "Fancy?" His voice grew louder, "Godamnit, I love her, Remus! She doesn't give a damn but I'm in love with her."
"I know, James. I know, Sirius knows, Peter knows, we all know. You don't exactly keep it a secret from us, but you keep it from Lily."
"What are you talking about? I asked her out today! I shamelessly throw myself at her and you don't think she knows how I feel?"
"Girls are a complicated thing."
"No kidding!"
"But on the other hand, Prongs, It does make some sense. Girls have always fancied that sort of 'I-own-the-world' way that you act when you're around them. That's just how you attract them. Then you try it with Lily and things go awry. She said it herself today, she thinks you're conceited."
"Am I?"
"That depends. Who's perspective do you want?" Remus sighed. "Look, she probably reckons you're only after her to prove that you really can get any girl in the school. You need to be real with her. Just tell her how you really feel."
"It's not so easy."
"I've seen the way you look at her, James. Like you'd go to the ends of the earth just to have a coffee with her at Madam Puddifoot's."
James chuckled. "Do we really strike you as the kind of people who's go to Madam Puddifoot's?"
"Ha, I guess not. How about butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks?"
"That's better."
"But anyway, you need to show her that side of you."
"I wish I knew how."
"You do. You're just scared of it, of exposinbg yourself and getting hurt. You need to let go."
Remus got up and straightened his shabby robes. "Come, lets go study for tomorrow's O.W.L.s, okay?"
James didn't move. "You go. I need to be alone for a bit."
Remus nodded and left James with his thoughts.
'Someday,' James thought to himself, 'you'll know how I feel, Evans. You'll see the real me. I'll never stop loving you.'
