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Chapter Two - Aquanitances.

I had that feeling again. My stomach felt queasy and there was a roaring in my ears like all the blood in me had rushed to my head. I sat heavily on the chair still not quite believing what my mother had told me.

"Mum?" I finally managed to croak out. "Your sure? James Potter?"

"Yes dear, I'm quite sure…why? Is there something wrong?" my mum asked taking in the shocked look on my face.

"No…no. Im just surprised is all," I said getting up slowly.

I walked out of the kitchen, ignoring the worried look my mum was giving me and went up the stairs.

My legs felt as if they were full of lead and my mouth was dry.

Why would James write to me?

What could he possibly want to say?

I opened my bedroom door and looked around. My room was nothing special, I had a few pictures of my family stuck up on the wall, alongside a Gryffindor flag and a moving class photo from last year.

As my gaze swept my room I saw it.

There it was, a white envelope sitting innocently on top of my dressing table.

I went and sat on my bed, staring at the envelope, all sorts of thoughts running through my head.

I kept on thinking why I had said those things to James. That he couldn't change, when that year he had changed so drasticly. Why had I kissed back? Why had I cried?

I honestly had no idea.

I had tried my best all summer to ignore the things I felt when I thought about the kiss. It was nothing, I told myself, he just caught you off guard is all. You only responded 'coz you were shocked.

Nothing to be shocked about really, you could see it coming a mile off.

No you couldn't. How was I supposed to know he was going to kiss me?

Oh you knew. You were anticipating it even-

I groaned to my self. I had been fighting this internal battle all summer.

I gulped and reached out to pick upthe envelope. It felt cool in my hand, and I read his hand writing on the front…scribbled yet neat, it suited him perfectly. I traced my name in his writing, Lilly Evans.

Argghhh….i groaned again. What is up with me? Last year any letter from James would have been on a one way flight to the trash can, yet here I was, too nervous to even open the bloody thing.

Get it over with, I told my self sternly, just open it. I slid my finger underneath the flap and dragged it along the length of the envelope to open it.

I reached inside and pulled out a piece of paper, when I remembered something. People in the wizarding world sent letters on pieces of parchment by owl. But this was lined paper. I picked up the envelope again and saw that there was a stamp at the front. I smiled despite myself, James had used the muggle post to send me a letter.

The lined paper had been folded up twice, and with shaking fingers I unfolded it.

My heart was beating in that painful way again as I started to read…

Lilly,

Hey…wow this feels weird. Erm...how've you been? I just wanted to say sorry. For everything. For being such a prat and for thinking that you would give me a chance or even the time of day. I swear I wasn't lying or messing about, I meant everything I said to you at the train station. Lilly, I love you. I don't care if you never speak to me again…well actually I do but I just want you to believe me. I just really needed you to know. I couldn't go through life thinking that you never knew how I felt about you. Even if you don't feel the same way about me. Everytime I see you with another guy I feel like beating the crap out of him. Everytime I see you laughing, I pray for you stay that way always. Everytime I see you everything goes wrong. I cant speak properly, I cant think, hell, I even forget to breathe sometimes. Lilly tell me to never talk to you again, and I promise you'll never hear me saying your name. I'll understand. After all I've put you through, it's the least I can expect, but I still can't help hoping. You can't blame me for that atleast? For hoping that someday we could atleast be friends? I don't know whats wrong with me. You've probabaly already chucked this in the bin and Im wasting my words on a banana skin and some old quills.

James Potter

One drop fell…then another. Then the ink began to smudge. I read it over again.

And again.

I didn't love James Potter. But he had fallen for me. Why? I'm not that special and I've always been mean to him…why does he love me? Im not pretty or anything, then why…?

I never knew he felt that way. I half didn't belive it. But then I remembered the look in his eyes that day and there was no doubt in my heart. He really did love me.

But I didn't feel that way about him. Ok fine, I admit he is really cute, but that's all. I haven't seen any of his good qualities. He just kinda retreated into himself last year. I didn't know what to think.Maybe I'll just wait and see what hes like this year. It was only 2 weeks untill school began. I could never date him though, that was for sure…but maybe we could be … just aquaintances.

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