The End of the World
Something was wrong. Very wrong.
"Moony," I said in-between mouthfuls of chicken during dinner. "Have you recently read an article on the world ending soon? An apocalypse of sorts? Is that holy creature person Genesis–"
"Jesus."
"–Doing that whole sky bleeding–"
"Raining blood."
"–Nonsense?" I asked.
"First of all," Remus said as he spread butter on his dinner roll. "I sincerely hope your eye sight hasn't gone done any lower than it already is considering that the sky isn't red. Second, you should really pay attention in Muggle studies. Third, where is all of this coming from? Did you find a white hair or something?"
I shook my head. "It's the craziest thing. I can't even begin to put it into words. Lately…" I paused. "Moony, you're going to think I'm crazy for this."
"Well good thing Padfoot and Wormtail aren't here to hear your newest nonsense. Go on then, spill." Remus said.
"Lily Evans has been acting very strange lately." I finally announced. Remus stared at me. We sat in silence for a good two minutes as he continued to stare and stuff pieces of bread in his mouth.
For the first month of school, Lily had been her typical self. Every opportunity she got, she insulted me and made sure to add in just how nastily I treated girls. And then slowly, the insults were less harsh and not as frequent to the point where they stopped. At first, I'd brushed it off too, thinking she was only trying to get along with me for the sake of the Prefect's who had to sit there during each meeting and hear us scream at each other, but then she started to be nice to me. Genuinely nice.
"Lily Evans, your fellow Head Girl and all around friendly, well-loved peer, has been nice to you." He repeated. I nodded my head. "Hold on, let me get this straight. The Lily Evans has been nice to you?"
"Yes!" I said in an exasperated tone. Man, he was sure acting like Wormtail these days.
"Haven't you considered the distinct possibility that Lily is in fact a smart girl and has realized that since you two are force to work together all year, being civil to each other is the only way to make it through the year alive?" Remus asked. Him and his bloody logic all the time.
"But that's just it! She's not being civil, she's being nice. Too nice if you ask me." I cried out. "Look, just watch this," I said, determined to prove my point. "Oi Evans! You're looking really good today!"
Lily turned around from the other end of the table and gave me a wide smile. "Thanks, James, so are you. Your hair looks nice." And with another warm smile, she turned back down to her dinner.
"See."
Remus frowned. "That… was weird."
My expression mimicked his as he moved the peas and carrots around on my plate. Something was indeed very wrong.
12345.
"So I was thinking," I said as I leaned back against my chair. "That we should probably go to Hogsmeade together this weekend."
It was mid October at this point, right after a particularly long and exhausting meeting with the Prefect's about how to help regulate the first Hogsmeade trip of the year. After we'd finally dismissed the Prefects at around 10, Lily promptly took her hair out of the ponytail it'd been in, ran a hand (very sexily, might I add) through her hair, then took off her sweater that'd she'd been wearing over her blouse and announced that we had a very long night ahead of us.
We were halfway through going over the permission slips for Hogsmeade and checking to see they weren't forged with another huge pile of point deductions to look over afterwards when I decided to interrupt us during our ridiculously bloody long night and to see just how far I could push Lily's new found niceness towards me.
Lily tentatively looked up from her stack of permission slips and gave me a small smile. "Okay."
I narrowed my eyes as she dropped her head back down and continued to work.
"Okay?" I asked. "As in okay, you'll go with me?"
She glanced back up at me and let out a small laugh. "Yes, James, that's typically what okay means."
This was unfuckingbelievable. "Why are you saying yes?"
This time Lily dropped the quill from her hand and paid her full attention towards me, clearly already exhausted from our conversation. "Is James Potter actually shocked that a girl's said yes to his offer of a date?"
"No," I said, shaking my head. "James Potter is shocked that said girl is Lily Evans."
"And why is that so hard for you to believe?" She said with a smile on her face. "Is it really difficult to believe that I enjoy your company?"
"Yes, it is."
She continued to smile at me. What bloody fucking game is she playing at.
"So you're interested in me?" I asked.
"I didn't say that."
"You're not exactly denying it either."
She didn't say anything. I smirked.
"Hm, so I managed to get Lily Evans after all. I'll have to send out an owl to everyone I know to inform them that I've tamed the ice queen."
I knew I was pushing it. I saw a quick flicker of anger flash across her face but in an instance it was replaced by a flirty smile again.
"Ice queen? Really?" She leaned in teasingly and whispered in my ear, "I never said you've got me. Just that I've agreed to go out with you."
My eyes narrowed once more. Just as she began to pull away, I grabbed her wrist and locked my eyes with hers, our faces only a mere inch apart.
"So, you like me," I said in a husky voice. "So you won't mind if I do this."
And now, I was really pushing it.
I slide my hand through her soft hair and brought her face closer to mine. I placed a firm kiss on her lips, and then decided that if I was going to test her, I was going to do it the right way. I pushed my mouth hard against her and let my tongue dance across her lips before she finally caved in and allowed me to explore her mouth.
And while it was a bloody fucking hot kiss, I couldn't help but think that one, Lily Evans shouldn't be able to kiss like this, and two, that she shouldn't even be letting me kiss her in the first place.
