Sadly, I don't own Harry Potter. Let me say that again. I DO NOT OWN Harry Potter. Here's my story though. It's my first fan fiction, review please!
Melting my Heart
I was sitting alone in the library. My face was hidden in my thick dark red hair. A book on the table, a book that I didn't even read the title of. Honestly though, it didn't matter what the title was; I couldn't see through my tears.
I don't know how long I was there, silently crying. Ten minutes, an hour, I don't know. I don't know when he came and sat next to me. I don't know why I didn't pull my hand back when he held it. He just held it, and gently stroked the back of my hand with his thumb. As soon the tears stopped, I looked over at him. His head was tilted down, staring at our hands. I couldn't see his eyes though his raven hair, but I could clearly make out his grim expression.
"I'm so sorry, Lily," he whispered, still looking at my hand.
"I know, James," the moment I said his name he looked up. He untangled his hand from mine, and wiped a tear from my left cheek. I closed my eyes. I felt his forehead press gently on mine.
"Lily," I opened my eyes and met his hazel eyes, they amazed me. From far away they were just hazel, but up close they were a mixture of all different colors, blue, green, gray, purple. I didn't know eyes could be this beautiful. It was like a tiled floor, random tiles of wonderful colors inlaid in a beautiful light brown. I didn't know eyes could be this beautiful.
No, no, no, no, no, no. I have been down this path before. No, no, no, no, no, no. Not James Potter. Anyone but… but his eyes… no, Lily, stop.
I forced my eyes shut.
"Lily, look at me," I opened my eyes again, glad to have an excuse. "Lily, listen, I know that what he said hurt. I'm sorry that I'm the reason he said it. If I could redo it, I would, but I can't. So look, if you ever need anyone to talk to, I'm here."
He paused, I thought he was going to say more, but he didn't. Instead he stood to get up, leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. He smiled at me, then turned and walked out of the library. I touched my cheek. I was slightly shocked, slightly relieved, but extremely happy. Severus' insult no longer stung, and my anger at the Marauders was melting, along with my heart.