would she love me?
DISCLAIMER: Alas, I sadly do not own the miracle known as Harry Potter. It belongs to JK Rowling. (Lucky her!)
JAMES POV
I lay my head on my desk. After five years of trying to get beautiful, clever, wonderful Lily Evans to love him, all I'd done was made her despise me.
She'll never love me, said a voice in my head. I had always put down that voice, always told myself that, somehow, I would make her love me. Now I knew nothing could make her love me. In her view, I'd single-handedly destroyed her relationship with her ex-best friend, Severus Snape.
If I hexed him for her, would she love me?
I wonder. I picture the scene and almost grin.
Yeah, right, she'd probably hex me into oblivion.
Would she love me if I left a million flowers in her room?
As if! She'd merely kill me. Again.
Would she love me if I recited a passionate love speech on broomstick?
Not a chance. She'd hex me out of the sky before I uttered two words.
I sigh. All I ever wanted was for those brilliant green eyes to look at me with joy and love. Was that to much to ask? Apparently it was, because they'd only ever looked at me with me with hate and anger. I sigh again.
Would she love me if I sang to her?
No way. I don't think shattering glass is going to win her over.
Would she love me if I wrote I Love Lily on the wall in indelible, unvanishable ink?
No, no and most definitely no.
Would she love me if I got her tons of Honeydukes chocolate?
One, she'd think I poisoned it, and two, I'd just accidently eat it all before I got it to her.
Would she love me if I apologized?
The thought hit me like a meteor. What if I apologized? I could tell about how I never meant to ruin her friendship with Snivellus and how I was sorry for being a git. But would she forgive me?
Well, you never know until you try! I think, as my optimistic nature returns. I set off to find Lily.
"Evans!" I shout, as I glimpse her retreating figure. She whirls around, and upon seeing me, her incredible eyes became filled with fury.
"What do you want, you arrogant toerag?" she asks rudely.
" I wanted to tell you that I'm really sorry." Her eyes widen in surprise. She tries to regain her composure.
"Go on." She tells me.
" I didn't mean to damage things with Snape. And I know I've been an arrogant toerag and a git and an idiot and stuff... and I'm sorry for that. So, um, do you forgive me?" I nervously run my fingers through my ever messy hair. I'm not used to being humble or apologizing. Lily contemplates my offer. After I few minutes, she finally answers.
"I guess.. maybe I could forgive you." she says hesitantly. My heart leaps in my chest. She forgives me! YES!
"Thanks! That... that means a whole lot to me." That is a bit of an understatement. Who cares though? Lily Evans forgave me!
"Well, bye then." She says as she starts to walk away, blushing furiously.
" See ya 'round, Evans!" I reply cheerily. I skip back to my room. Just then I realize something. If Lily forgave me then I could start over. She might even love me.