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Giving up.
End of the sixth year, on platform 9 ¾, just before summer...
James:
That was it. I had had enough. It was the end of sixth year. I was tired. I had changed. I had stopped hexing slime ball Severus for her. I had gotten only twenty detentions. I had, at her request, stopped begging her to go out with me every day- I had cut it down to once a week. I had stopped running my hand through my hair- a habit I had inherited from my father. I had stopped hexing other students, and had stopped kissing random girls all the time. I had studied. Moreover, I had pranked only eleven people in the entire year. I had done all this for her. And she had still treated me with the same disdain, ignored me, turned me down. I hopped off the train and looked for a certain redhead.
I saw her and walked over to her. She was standing with her friends- her parents hadn't arrived yet.
"I need to talk to you."
"The answer is still no, Potter." She said, her eyes hard and cold, hurting me more than I could say.
"I didn't say I need to ask you a question, Evans. I need to talk to you."
She looked confused, but followed me to the other end of the platform. Then she looked at me again. "What Potter?"
"I need to tell you that..." I gulped. I had made up my mind. I would have to do this. James Potter did not get nervous. "...I'm going to ask you one last time. I love you, Lily, and I've changed for you. You might not have noticed of course, but... ok, forget that. Will you go out with me?"
"NO!"
Lily:
He had just asked me out again. I mean, the nerve of him! He goes around ruining my life, embarrassing me in front of the whole school, injuring my boyfriends, and then he asks me out? I mean, he had even made me lose my once best friend. Sev... I missed him more than I could admit. Now he hung out with the other Slytherin guys, waiting to join Voldemort. Could I have stopped this? Or was it inevitable? I asked myself these questions every day... and I still had no answer. Poor Sev... I felt myself feel like crying, so I snapped my attention back to Potter. He had a slightly deflated look. As if life was suddenly not worth living anymore.
"So do you get it now, Potter? I-do-not-want-to-be-your-girlfriend," I told him, enunciating every word. "and I never will. So get-the-hell-out-of-my-life ."
He handed me a piece of paper and then walked- actually walked, not strutted- back to where his parents were standing. He looked at me with an unfathomable expression, and then slouched away, through the magical pillar and into the world beyond. Slouch? James Potter did not slouch. But what did it matter? He was finally out of my world. What a relief. But then why was I feeling ever so slightly guilty?
I stared at the parchment in my hand. On it, in his untidy scrawl, were three words. 'I give up'.
James:
I handed her the parchment, turned around and got the hell out of her life.
Seventh Year, somewhere on the grounds:
Lily:
"James?" I whispered, my lips still pressed against his.
"Hmmm?" he answered.
"I'm so glad you didn't give up."
"So am I, Lils, so am I."