A/N: So here is chapter four! I'm so proud of myself for actually posting when I say I will. This is a rare occurrence for me. Again, thanks to my reviewers. They are very encouraging and I love them mucho.
Disclaimer: nope, not mine.
Warning: slash and such. You know what that means. Don't like don't read.
Anyway, on with the chapter. I hope you like it.
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Year Four
I stayed with James for all of August
So I board the train with him.
We find Peter quickly.
But I'm anxious to see you.
You went to France
So we didn't see you all summer.
It wasn't a vacation for you,
Your letters told me
You went to see a bunch of French healers.
To see what they could do.
We find you.
You look all right.
So I breathe easier.
We talk about nothing
And laugh.
I can't take my eyes off you.
You're darker
Taller
Freckles scatter under your eyes
Your hair is longer and lighter
I pretend not to stare.
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James asks Lily out almost every day
She hates him.
Peter gets a girlfriend
Pretty girl names Scarlet
She has very long curly hair.
Girls flirt with us a lot
I like their legs and hair
But when I kiss them
I think about you
Then I don't want to kiss them anymore.
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I think about you being alone
During full moons and afterward
Alone in that shack all broken and cold.
And it kills me.
I want to help
You say nothing will help
I'm fine. Don't worry
But I worry all the time
So I go to the library.
I've never read so much in my life
I don't know what I'm looking for
But there has to be something.
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James and I are creating a map
Something to help us with pranks
You help and so does Peter
You said we should pass it on
When we graduate
Share our secrets with someone worthy.
We agree.
We are now officially:
The Marauders.
The map is a work in progress
Every time we discover something
We add it to the map.
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We win the Quidditch Cup
You got so drunk at that party
You fell asleep on my chest
Do you remember?
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You seem so happy
You don't get those sad looks anymore
I think you trust us now
Because we won't ever leave you
Not ever.
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My parents don't write me
Sometimes Regalus gives me a message
But that doesn't happen often
I don't know what I did wrong
Other than be your friend.
If they knew you,
They'd love you.
I know they would.
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Did you notice Snape looking at you?
He does.
All the time
I think he hates you.
And that makes me want to kill him.
He's so awful to you
You pretend it doesn't matter
But it still hurts
You've got fight back.
You're so powerful
You could kill him with a look
So why don't you?
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You taught me how to do a back flip
How to use a Muggle telephone.
That I actually could be quiet for five whole minutes
(Even though you had to sit on me)
How to speak very limited, very sexy things in French.
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Do you remember when
Peter ate so much pudding
He threw up purple?
When James and I
Found the Room of Requirement
When I finally showed you
How to ride a broom.
And when we all went to James' for Christmas
And there was mistletoe everywhere!
We were talking and drinking eggnog
When James pointed out that
You and I were standing under some.
You turned so red
And said that mistletoe
Was for a boy and a girl.
But James was cruel that winter
And wouldn't let you get away.
I just shrugged
But my heart was pounding
And I kissed you
Very quickly
On the lips
They were soft and pink.
We both blushed
And drank more eggnog.
James laughed and looked triumphant
You looked ready to die
I was torn between
Wanting to kill James
Or snog you senseless.
So instead I got really, really drunk.
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I didn't want to get off the train
I didn't think I could bear
Another summer without you.
I knew I loved you
You didn't though
You just smiled
When I hugged you
Extra long and tight.
And you left
And I left.
I didn't even look at my parents
Because I want too busy
Memorizing you.
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A/N: I really like this chapter. I like how awkward their first kiss is…hmmm I'm evil. Drop me a review if you enjoyed this a lot. Or even if you only liked it a little. Or if you hated it but know how I could make it better. Reviews are a life force; they keep writers like me going. Ciao
