And he leaned close and closer, and then…
"Sev, I have to go. Petunia's calling me." Lily stood up and brushed off her dress. They were sitting on a worn park bench, a little too close than two would normally be, discussing the antics of Horace Slughorn, on summer vacation.
Every time he tried to make it a little obvious he liked her, she got all tense and the walls around her went straight back up. He was almost pretty sure she had caught his drift, when he started leaning towards her. The one time he wished to be like any of those smooth prats who could get any girl.
It really just wasn't best friends to him anymore. Being fourteen and having a best friend that was a girl, this came inevitable – expected, really, since she spent most of her time defending him from those Gryffindor gits.
He loved her.