"I love you." I whispered the word to the darkness, but I know he heard.
"But I thought you hated me. All those times..." he trailed off, but I know what he wanted to say. He wanted to mention all of the hate I had shown towards him over the years; all the lies about how awful I thought he was. The lies, which, until now I had been unable to admit. The room was so silent I lowered my gaze from his face to the dusty old floor. It was still so quite.
After a long pause he said "I love you too, or, at least, I used to." At his words a tear that I had been fighting back slid out of my eye and down the right side of my face. Hundreds of thoughts swam through my mind 'I had just exposed my innermost secret. Now that I had told him, I couldn't deny it, or take it back. What will I do when my friends notice that I'm upset, what will I tell them?' all these thoughts overwhelmed me, and I collapsed. As if in slwo motion I fell, getting closer, closer to the floor. And then the world went back to normal speed and I was caught, held in his arms. I never wanted him to put me down. The ground seemed like a place that I didn't want to go. He began to walk and I wrapped my arms around his neck so that I wouldn't fall, and he wouldn't drop me. He was nearing a small couch in the corner. My head lolled back and I looked up. His face was just above mine and his wonderful eyes were sparkling in the moonlight shining in through the grime-caked window. I looked at the rest of his face and wondered what he would do if I kissed him before he put me down. He was bringing me closer to that couch. It was now or never. Too late I decided to kiss him. He lowered me on to the couch, just before I had decided. My moment was up before I had realized it was my moment. I was laying there, just laying, not moving. He moved my legs so that he could sit down, and put them so that my knees were on his lap. I sat up, moving my legs off his lap, and putting my feet on the floor. I moved over a little and faced him.
"I'm sorry. If you want to you can forget what I sa..." I began, but my sentanence was never finished, nor was my word, because he leaned over and kissed me.
"But I don't want to forget. He said, and kissed me again
He had insisted that I wear his coat when I left to protect me against the cold night air. It was kind of chilly out, I noticed as I walked back to the castle. I put my hands into his pockets to keep the warm. I felt something in one pocket and gripped it in my left hand. I smiled recongnizing it as I pulled it out. It was the note that I had written him, asking him too meet me. I read it three times and a smile played on my lips. As I was reading it again my hands went numb, but I ignored it.
James,
I would like to talk to you. Please meet me in the Shreaking Shack at midnight. It's important
Lily