Confession
"You're gonna marry me one day."
Lily instantly dropped her copy of Advanced Potion-Making and met the eyes of the boy who just blurted such a statement. James Potter was sitting adjacent to her in a large armchair, same as her own. His playful blue eyes danced behind his glasses as he stared at her idly. After six years of his "confessions of love" for her, she had thought she heard it all. That was, until this cold winter night.
"I beg your pardon, Potter." she gaped as she bent over to retrieve her book. "What did you ju-"
"You're going to marry me," he said, as if he were telling her something as simple as the weather. "You're going to marry me, and we're going to live in a small flat in west London together and live happily ever after."
With that, he jumped from his armchair and climbed up to the boy's dormitory, leaving the girl alone in his wake.
Lily went back to her book and snorted to herself.
"Fat chance."