Yes i know the first one is short, they're supposed to be short and sweet...i hope haha :)

Theme 2: Love

Rating: K

I Love You...

I never thought I'd see the day the Marauders would turn on each other. Well they didn't really, but close enough. Night before last James and Sirius had a fight, not a serious one I'd bet, because Remus didn't seem too concerned. It was about me; Sirius's thrown scowls were enough to tip me off, but to put the cherry on top, he had to throw in:

" I'll teach you a lesson James, you can see how tiring your own voice sounds when constantly professing your love." He then in his jealous fit cast an odd spell on James. At the time it was around ten p.m. and we were the only ones left in the common room.

" There. For the next twenty four hours you'll only be able to express your loving opinions on things." Sirius twirled his wand happily and James frowned opening his mouth, but found his voice gone. He made some rather rude gestures and tried as hard as he could to voice something but just ended up heaving red faced on the rug.

" Good work Black-" I began and he turned on me sharply.

" Don't talk to me, you're the cause of all this!" he said and looked down at Potter. I frowned and Sirius sighed.

" How do you like the rug there, James?" he asked, kicking him gently.

" I love the rug," Potter said robotically. He looked rather disturbed that he couldn't control his own voice. After a bit more of questioning him, we found that he could only answer opinion questions, and his opinion was always the same. He loved anything we asked him about.

We all went to bed growing tired of James's frustration and I was not looking forward to the next day. I thought the Slytherins would probably take great joy in asking James again and again what he thought of me. They'd embarrass and make fun of him, while annoying the hell out of Sirius and me.

The morning was all right, we all practically forgot about the hex, until Sirius casually asked James if he was enjoying his breakfast.

" I love my breakfast," James hissed back. At least he'd managed some control over his tone now.

In transfiguration the first question related to me was asked.

" Oi, Potter, what do you think of the mudblood?" a rather beefy Slytherin in our year, who I do not have the patience to remember his name right now, asked.

James stared blankly at him before licking his lips pressing them together and going back to his work…I was shocked. Potter had refused to answer. I thought maybe it wasn't going to be so bad after all

I was wrong. They continued trying to push him into saying he loved me. I was willing him to keep it in, when I realized he was resisting for no particular reason. Why was he so bent on making it clear he wouldn't say he loved me if he does, freely, on a regular basis?

I pondered that main thought through our classes. Sirius's shoddily made hex was wearing thin by last period, Potions with the Slytherins again.

" So, Jamesiepoo, do you like Snape?" Sirius sighed slinging an arm around his mate. Potter sent him a withering look and drew a deep breath.

" I do…not love Snape," he said clearly. He grinned in triumph as Sirius scowled and tried again.

" What about Potions? Any feelings there?" He asked and James smiled.

" I do not love Potions," he said happily settling into his desk. I shook my head and hoped James and Sirius had learned their lesson.

In the common room that evening I'd learnt to tune them out. Occasionally, when I'd look up from my homework, I'd hear the calls of a ridiculous opinion question, and James' love or do not love retort.

I retired to ignoring them on one of the couches. I was reading a thick volume on female heroines in the wizarding community, through the ages, when I felt drowsiness set it.

I hadn't been keeping track of the time, and then I looked up it was a little past ten. I smiled Potter's curse had lifted. He was free to say what he liked now. I sighed sleepily, closing my book and deciding I was far too tired, to even contemplate, climbing the stairs to bed.

I barely heard the sole other occupant of the room creep over. They knelt beside the sofa where I lay and leaned over me. I tried to lift my heavy eyelids, but barely managed, as their hand crept into my hair. Their soft stroking of my hair felt very nice, and I sighed contently again before their hand left my hair to caress my cheek.

" I love you Lily," James whispered softly and I smiled before drifting off to sleep.