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Author's Note: Okidokie, this is just some short thingy I wrote coz I felt for it. And, it's in no way based on the movie Love Actually, which by the way is awesome (I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes... Christmas is all around you, come on and let is snow... LoL.). I just thought it was appropriate for the fic.
Love Actually
I was sitting in the common room with him, me trying to get some homework done and he... snoring. That means sleeping. I was just about to wake him up and ask him if he wasn't going to study – it was just a couple of months left to our NEWTs, after all. But just before my hand reached his shoulder, I just got this sudden feeling that I couldn't.
I looked at him for a while, but then the old me came back and made my hand reach for his shoulder and shake it slightly. He moved a little and murmured something.
"Wake up", I said.
He lifted his head from his hands, where it had been suited while he was asleep. "Why? I like sleeping."
"You should study."
He groaned. "Oh please! I've already finished-"
"You should do some more. You want to do well on our NEWTs, don't you?"
He sighed. "It's situations like these that make me wonder why I love you."
"Do you?"
"What?"
"Love me?"
"Of course, honey. You know I do."
"Why?"
"What?! Um... are you feeling really well? You look kind of pale-"
"I'm fine", I said. "Why do you love me?"
He gazed curiously at me for quite a while, probably debating on whether or not I had gone insane. I hadn't though. I truly wondered.
"Well", he started slowly, "I love the way you annoy me about homework and studying..."
"How can you love such thing?" I asked impatiently.
"Shush. Let me finish." He made a pause before continuing again. "I love being woke up by you. I love waking up by your side. I love the way you glance at me while doing your homework and pretending to be busy-"
"Did you notice that?!"
"- without having any idea I notice. I love the way you smile at me, and the way I feel inside just by looking at me. I love the smoothness of your voice, and the way your mouth moves when you talk to me. And I must say I quite like having you with me in my dreams", he added mischievously.
I smiled and looked down into the floor. That's my guy, surely. That's what I had fallen for, that mischievous grin of his.
"I love your beautiful face, sculptured by Michelangelo himself, and your beautiful green eyes that hypnotize me every time I look into them."
Those kinds of things are hard to hear, and now I blushed furiously. Oh, why had I asked him to tell me? I mean, what kind of girl asks her boyfriend why he loves her?!
"I love the way your hair moves in the autumn wind and becomes all messed up, and I love the way you are trying to keep it proper but you never succeed."
"And", he continued, "I'm a male, as you know..."
"I know", I murmured.
"... so of course I like your beautiful body, and the way you move. I love watching your silhouette in the sundown. I love your smell, I love having you close to me, and I love the way you make me wish we could be together forever."
"We can, honey, we can", I said with tears in my eyes, slipping my arms around his neck, just wanting to hold him close.
He flung his arms around my waist, and then we stood there in silence for a while, just valuing being close to each other.
"But most of all", he whispered, "I love you because you make me happy. Lily, I love you so much..."
"I love you too, James", I said through tears. "I love you too."
"You know what? I even love your feet."
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