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The Minute After

A black haired boy leaned against a wall, looking around for someone. He had been waiting for an hour and a half. He ran his hand through his unkempt hair, coolly, as he waited.

He heard footsteps coming down the corridor. He turned around to find his girlfriend rushing down the corridor, her red hair behind her.

"Lily! There you are baby!" When she got close, he grabbed her by the waist and kissed her. "Where have you been?"

She looked up into his face, looking worried. He couldn't help but think how cute she looked when she was worried.

"I'm so sorry, James. I didn't mean to be so late."

He noticed her disheveled appearance. Her hair was messy and kind of matted, her shirt was inside out and her bra looked rather crooked.

"Where have you been?" he asked again, "And do you know you're a little...um...askew?"

She looked down, realizing she looked completely messy. She blushed.

Damn she looks cute when she blushes, he thought.

"Oh...I was just a bit in a rush...to see you. You see...I took a nap and I over slept...and when I woke up I realized I was late...I was in such a rush I just threw my clothes on and..."

As she rambled on and on, he watched her intently. He wasn't even really tuned in to what she was saying. He couldn't help but find everything about her attractive and intriguing to him; from her voice to her stunning green eyes to her flowing, red hair, which even when matted, was still beautiful. He was barely listening to her story. He just watched her.

"...I came down as fast as I could and now I'm--"

He grabbed her, before she could even finish her story, and crashed his lips into hers.

"You must have really wanted to see me, huh?" He kissed her a couple more times. His hands moved down her back, from her waist to her hips and lower. He found one more wardrobe malfunction. He stopped for a second. He found the back of her black skirt was tucked into her purple lacy underwear. He started kissing her again and, while doing that, untucked her skirt. His hands moved even further down to her upper thighs.

Lily stopped kissing and pushed away.

"What's wrong?" he asked. He had been thoroughly enjoying himself.

"James...I don't think we should do all this. At least not in the middle of the corridor," she said, looking around. "I mean anyone could just walk by..."

"Maybe we could go somewhere a little more private than." He took her hand, beginning to move down the corridor. She let go of his hand.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, partly irritated, partly concerned. Something was obviously bothering her.

"Nothing. I mean it's getting close to dinner. Maybe I'm just hungry."

"Alright, then let's go" He took her hand and started in the other direction.

"You go. I'll meet you there. I'm going to go to the lavatory and freshen up."

"Alright." He leaned in and kissed her again. He began walking toward the Great Hall. He was very puzzled. Something other than just hunger must be bothering her, but he had no idea what. He was worried about her.

I don't think she has any idea how much I care about her, he thought He wanted to know what was going on and he was going to find out and soon.

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Lily rushed to the bathroom. She was sort of worried about how things ended off with James. She looked in the mirror, and realized she looked like a mess. She tried to fix her hair and wipe off her smudged make up. She turned her shirt right side out, adjusted her bra, and made sure her underwear were no longer out there for the whole world to see.

This was her first touch with reality. She had been in such a whirlwind from what happened in that room to the whole ordeal with James. Everything, for the last couple hours, was moving so fast paced.

She splashed water on her face and just then realized what she had just done. She suddenly had a sense of panic.

Was this real? Did that really just happen? Did she have feelings she didn't know about for Severus? Does she not have feelings for James anymore?

What the hell did I just do? She asked herself.

As she looked in the mirror, there was one thought that really crossed her mind.

Nothing that I had ever done with James was as amazing as every single second I had spent with Severus.