Chapter 3: A queer sensation.

I was having the most blissful days of my life. What made them so, was, of course, being with the deflated version of James, which I had longed for since long, I realized, kissing the same version as much as I could, having fun with the Marauders, teasing Pete and most of all, making the indecent three of the crowd, which so did not include me and Remus, study for the NEWT's. What was even more surprising, was, that even with so many distractions and James's lips stuck to mine, I had managed to secure myself high grades in the mid-term exam.

I was, in short, thoroughly enjoying myself. I looked at the watch on my wrist. It showed some time that indicated that there were five minutes to the end of this utterly boring endure that was, I did not know why, called the History of Magic. I lazily wondered what they'd teach in this subject a thousand years later as I looked out of the window. Someone nudged me, but before I could turn to discover that it was James and Sirius both, who had, I saw a pair of eyes. They weren't owl's eyes. They weren't any bird's eyes. They weren't even an insect's. Nor an animals. All I could finally conclude was that those eyes were human. Or at least as human as eyes could be.

As we exited the History of Magic classroom, James, Remus and Sirius still snickering on the joke they'd told me which got no reaction due to my then on-going thought process, I heard the bell go off. "Come on, James. It's lunch time." I caught hold of James's arm thus, and dragged him off, not to the great hall, but to a secluded corridor. "Lily, the lunch is served down there. What are we doing here?" James looked at me with slighty raised eyebrows, a tiny smile and mischievious eyes that brought out the green flecks in them clear, even behind his old-man spectacles. "I need to know something." I said, weighing my words with great care,"Do you really really like me?" The words sounded stupid the moment they were out of my stupid mouth. I wanted to hide my face in embarassment, but I decided to settle for hanging it down. James laughed, after a moment of silence. Not the loud laugh he usually gave, a small one, almost quiet. Then he put a hand under my chin and pulled my face up."Lily." he breathed,"I don't like you Lily. I honestly don't." I felt my heart stop, and I think he must have sensed it too, because he continued quickly,"I love you. I've always loved you. Since forever. Ok, in a less sentimental manner, ever since we met." I started breathing again, much to his relief."And you're love will never fade, right?"I asked. "I'll stop loving you only when a mango grows on an apple tree in Antarctica on the 30th of February. Alright? So don't you worry." he pulled me closer. I giggled a little, surprised at his pick-up line of an answer and said,"It rhymes." "Well, we do seem to have a very good, rhythemic relationship." his eyes twinkled with the same mischief as his bent down to kiss me, and I stretched up to do the same.

As I lay in bed, I thought about what had made me hastily doubt James's feelings for me, which he had made so perfectly transparent the last few days. Then I knew why. I had been afraid. Without knowing it myself, I had been dead scared of the eyes out the window. I didn't know the reason except that I had thought they'd been watching me. And as for doubting James's feelings, I had wanted to make sure that he would be there for me, no matter what. I drew my pillow to my chest as a shiver ran down my back. I still could feel those eyes on me. The eyes that were as human as eyes could be.


A/N:
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