Chapter 1
"Lily? Lily are you there?"
Lily blinked and lifted her head from its place on the window.
"What?"
"Have you been listening to a word we've been saying?" one of her friends Emily Stansky asked, looking at her with eyebrows raised.
"Yes," Lily lied, putting a smile on her face.
"No you weren't, you're a bad liar," Stephanie Watts said, rolling her eyes.
"Sorry," Lily said, giving up and resting her head against the window again. "I was thinking."
"What else do you do?" Emily said sarcastically.
"About James?" Stephanie smirked.
"He wishes," Lily said, looking out the window again.
"Spain! You never told us about Spain!" Emily suddenly exclaimed, scooting closer to Lily in an attempt to hear all of the juicy gossip.
"There really isn't much to tell," Lily said, adverting her eyes of her two best friends of seven years. Stephanie and Emily smiled at each other before scooting even closer to Lily.
"What was his name?"
"Why do you always assume there's a guy?" Lily asked her two friends.
"You were gone for a month Lily, and we got a total of ten letters each. Something went on down there and it wasn't sight-seeing," Stephanie said.
"Well, there could've been sightseeing, but not of the country," Emily smirked.
"Emily!" Lily groaned, playfully hitting her friend. "I'm not like that."
"Really? I thought you might've taken after Stephanie," Emily laughed.
"I'm not like that either!" Stephanie protested. "Usually," she then added quietly with a smile on her lips. Lily and Emily laughed.
"Come on, we're your best friends, you have to tell us. At least what he's like. Please?" Stephanie begged.
"He was," Lily started, trying to think of ways to describe him. "Amazing. I can't even think of any words to describe him. He's so different from any other guy I've met. And the places we went! Every place was romantic, even if it wasn't meant to be. We went on this bridge, it was huge, like really wide so we just stood next to the railing the whole time. It was an old bridge, made of stone, it was gorgeous. We stood there and talked for the longest time. It was amazing. And the beach," Lily gushed, unable to finish the sentence because she couldn't find any words to describe the experience. "He was really sweet too, he didn't rush, and he took things really slow. He was such a gentleman."
"Oh my god, you shagged him!" Stephanie exclaimed when Emily and her were done sighing over the romance of it all.
"No I didn't!" Lily said quickly, a blush creeping up her neck.
"You know, we were just kidding about the sightseeing thing, but apparently you weren't," Emily laughed.
"You guys," Lily moaned, hiding her face in her hands.
"The Great Prude Lily has finally been brought down from her throne," Stephanie joked.
"Who would've thought Lily would lose it before me?" Emily said, laughing.
"Wait, what about Andrew?" Stephanie asked.
"That doesn't count," Emily said, "I was drunk."
"Please, I was drunk half the times I've had sex," Stephanie shrugged.
"But your first time you were sober, I wasn't," Emily pointed out.
"My friends are so weird," Lily sighed, leaning against the window once again and closing her eyes. A small smile played on her lips as the Hogwarts Express continued to roll across the tracks towards the school.
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Sirius sighed as he glumly watched the fields roll by. Nothing had changed since his First Year; the same fields, the same train, the same school, the same friends. He wasn't complaining, he loved his friends to death and Hogwarts was the coolest school around. Sometimes, though, he just wished things would be more exciting.
And then the summer happened. When his Uncle Alphard left him all that gold, he decided, after he bought a house, that he needed a vacation. No friends, no family, no girls. It would just be him and the beautiful country of Spain.
Of course, he just had to see her there. When he saw her under the café umbrella, he almost died. Of all people to see, it had to be her. No, he didn't love her, not then anyways, and he didn't hate her, it was just that he didn't want to see anybody from school and then when he did it had to be beautiful and gorgeous Lily Evans whom James was obsessed with.
"Why must life torture me so?" Sirius muttered as he continued to stare out at the scenery.
"What was that Padfoot?" Remus asked, overhearing him talking.
"Nothing," Sirius replied, not looking up.
He hadn't meant anything by it. He wasn't going to walk right by her and snub her. She was his friend, to an extent, so he walked up to her. His plan was to say hi, chat a little bit, and then maybe make plans to meet up sometime later. He had barely been expecting that. But she was so sweet when she said hello that he couldn't help but sit down and chat with her for hours.
A trip that was only meant to last a week and a half, two tops, turned into a month.
"Oy Prongs, what's wrong with Padfoot?" Peter whispered to James while looking at Sirius.
James looked up and saw Sirius still looking out of the window with a regretful expression on his face. "I don't know, he's been like that since he got back from his vacation, though, I've barely seen him since then."
"I thought he lived at your house," Remus said, confused.
"He bought a small house before he left for…wherever you went," James shrugged.
"You don't even know where he went?" Peter asked, shocked. James and Sirius told each other everything.
"No Peter, I don't know," James snapped. "Something's changed about him, and I'm not sure I like it that much." James glared at Sirius as he slumped down in his seat and rested his feet against the seat across from him. He closed his eyes and laid his head back, presumably falling asleep.
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"So why did you come to Spain?" Lily asked, leaning against the stone barrier from the water.
"I don't know," Sirius shrugged, looking out at the bridge as people crossed back and forth. "I needed a vacation."
"But by yourself? What about James?" Lily asked.
"James?" Sirius smirked, looking down at Lily.
Lily rolled her eyes. "It's our last year; I figured I might as well be semi-civil."
"So are you finally going to go out with him?" Sirius asked, looking back out to the street.
"Never."
As the inhabitants of the city passed the couple on the bridge, they would smile, recognizing the blooming romance between them. They stood close together, showing that wanted to be near, but not too close. If an artist would sit on the other side of the bridge and paint them, he would paint them as a couple whose love was simple and unwanting. If a poet were to sit next to them and write in his notebook, he would write about how they both wanted each other but couldn't; they would be so close yet far.
Of course, neither of them knew this. They were just good friends who were unaware of the feeling growing inside them.
