Disclaimer: As I'm sure you've guessed, I am in fact not J.K. Rowling.
Authors Note: Just a quick thing, sorry. I am incredibly proud that I managed to post 4 chapters in one day. Please remember to review, all opinions are welcome, even negative. They give me things to work on.
Oh Merlin...
What was that? That was undoubtedly the most awkward encounter I've ever had with James!Including the time when he stole the announcer's microphone and asked me to Hogsmeade during a Quidditch match
I sink onto my bed, exhausted. I need to sort out whatever I'm feeling. Easier said than done.
'Can't sleep?'
A voice startles me, and I see my best friend and dorm-mate Poppy looking at me, a thoughtful expression on her face.
'I've got a lot on my mind. What's keeping you awake? I enquire, interested. I check my alarm clock, and it's 2:24 am. Not a normal time to be awake, but when have either of us been normal?
'Coffee. I made the mistake of drinking two whole pots, thinking it was decaf.' I snigger. That is just so typical Poppy that I can't help it.
'Now come on.' She pats the bed she's perched on. 'Sit, and we'll talk about what's keeping you awake at this ungodly hour.'
'Ok then. I am completely bewildered about this situation with James.'
'Oh, I heard about that. What's going on then?'
And so she questions me patiently, and I answer. I am surprised she gets anything out of my garbled logic and flawed thought processing. Then she sits there, digesting all of this information. There is a comfortable silence between us. I take a moment to appreciate how amazing my best friend is. She's been my best friend ever since first year, when my parents sent me a Christmas card without Petunia's signature, and Petunia didn't send a present. Instead she simply sent me a letter with these words:
'Merry Christmas Freak. I'm not sending you a present, so don't cry if it doesn't turn up.'
She found me crying in the Owlery, and I gushed everything through my sobs. Ever since then, we've been each-others most trusted advisor.
'Ok, I've processed it.'
'And?' I prompt, wanting an opinion.
'I really do think he loves you.'
What! A crush is one thing, but to LOVE me? No, no, he can't. James doesn't love me. He can't.
But it does make so much sense, and is it really that bad?
Shut up brain.
'That's ridiculous.' I say, only half believing myself.
'Is it? Is it really? Would he react this way if it was just a crush. It's more plausible than you think.'
'Damn, I really hate when you're right.'
'No you don't. It happens to often for that to be true.' She smirks, and we both laugh.
'But in all seriousness, I think he does. And from what I can tell, you're sorry. Get him on his own and apologise.' She advises.
'….Ok. I will.'
'That's great. And then, maybe you can ask him out.'
WHAT! What in the name of Merlin's saggy Y-fronts is she on about! Me ask James out! How the hell does she think that I want to go out with him!
'What! Why in sanity would I ask James out?' I splutter, embarrassed and shocked.
'Because you like him, Lily. Think about it. All you can think about is him, you feel super guilty for making feel like this. And also, when did he become 'James'? Up until this, he was 'Potter.' I think you care for him a lot more than you realise. You want to be on first-name basis with him, and you want to be with him, Lils. It's obvious.'
'Maybe. I'm gonna go to bed now, see if I can get some sleep.'
'Okay then. See you later.'
I walk back to my bed, pondering what she said. Ok, I'll try something. I'll think of a word, and write down the first thing I think of. That is then what I most strongly associate with that word.
France: Holidays
Flowers: My Name
Chocolate: Honeydukes
Books: Pride and Prejudice.
Music: Radio
Tv: Doctor who.
Toys: Stuffed Animals
Sports: Quidditch
Valentines: Roses
Meat: Sausages
Cheese: Pizza
Kissing: Couples
Love: James
Wait.
Merlin help me
I associate love with James Potter! No. No no no no no no no no. No. This is NOT happening. I am dreaming this. Ugh, no. I don't love James. No matter if he's incredibly attractive, with that messy, dark hair and those intriguing hazel eyes and that tall, thin but muscular figure and those cute glasses...
Bloody Hell.
I love James Potter.
Oh crap.
