EEK! Two updates within two days! A personal record for me, I believe. But don't expect it again. Ideas for the letter E please?
"Lily! Lily, wait!"
Ignoring him, Lily stormed out of the Entrance Hall at practically a run to the front doors of Hogwarts. She threw them open and proceeded outside, heedless of the downpour of rain, hoping she could make it to her favorite hiding spot by the lake before her least favorite Marauder caught up to her. It wasn't fair, really, that he had such long legs.
The rain mingled with the tears on her face, although she tried to tell herself she wasn't crying, wasn't upset by the scene she had just witnessed. She didn't own James, she wasn't his girlfriend – this thought wrenched another sob out of her, because it was her fault. She'd had plenty of opportunity. So it was okay for him to kiss someone else. Especially if he'd been dating that someone else for at least two months, a personal record for him.
But in those two months, she'd managed to avoid seeing them together, and she'd never seen them kiss. It hurt her, it physically hurt her, and so she ignored her name being called behind her and walked faster, slipping every so often.
She'd pushed James away, she thought blindly as she wiped sopping hair off her face, so it was understandable that he'd moved on. Except…he'd never done it before, left her alone and dated someone else for so long and seemed so happy with them.
Her chest heaving with exertion and sobs, Lily reached the tree by the lake and pressed her back against the bark. Several drops made it through the leaves and plopped around her.
Other than the rain, it was silent. James was no longer calling her name, and this caused Lily's chest to squeeze again. He had gone back to his girlfriend, had given up on her again. That was all he ever seemed to do lately, and it was all her fault.
Overwhelmed by her frustration and anger at herself, Lily screamed. It was raining so hard that it didn't carry up to the castle, and so she wasn't worried about someone coming to see what was wrong.
"AAAAAHHHHH!"
Lily doubled over, tears still streaking down her face. Emotions still coursed through her, and so she turned blindly and began pounding her fists against the tree, trying to work out some of what she was feeling.
She stopped ten minutes later, her hands throbbing. Exhausted, Lily stepped around the tree, ready to head back up to the castle and visit Madam Pomfrey for a Pepper-Up Potion, when she came face-to-face with a soaking wet James Potter.
Taken aback, Lily still shoved past him and began walking uphill to the castle.
"Lily."
She could have laughed hysterically. Here we go again, she thought. She trudged on until a hand snagged her elbow and spun her around.
"What do you want Potter?" she yelled, both of them ignoring the rain still pouring around them. It wasn't fair, she thought, that he could look so handsome standing in the rain instead of looking like a drowned rat like she probably did.
"I want to know what's wrong," he said calmly. Lily snorted.
"Like you don't already know." She turned to walk off again, but he stepped in front of her.
"I have an idea. But I don't want to say the wrong thing and piss you off when things have been going so well between us lately." He stared at her, hazels eyes probing through the sheets of rain.
Lily sighed and her shoulders slumped, the fight and anger and hurt and frustration melting right out of her.
"Don't worry about it James," she said softly, brushing yet more wet hair out of her face. "I'm fine." The tear that slid out of her eye contradicted her statement, and James somehow spotted it through the droplets of rain on her face. He reached up hesitantly and brushed under her eye with the pad of his thumb. Lily closed her eyes and relaxed under the caress.
She opened them and looked at James to see that he had moved much closer, and the look in his eyes was nothing short of wonder and adoration. Lily's breath caught in her throat.
James leaned down slowly, almost as if he was waiting for her to pull away. When she didn't he brushed his lips over hers softly, then pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes squeezed shut.
"James," she said softly. His eyes snapped open and stared into hers.
"Just let me enjoy this moment before you hex me, alright?"
She chuckled. "I wasn't going to hex you." His eyes widened slightly, and his hand, which had been resting on her cheek, slid down to the small of her back, bringing them closer together. James moved as though to kiss her again, but she placed a hand on his soaked chest and stopped him. His eyes clouded over a bit.
Lily bit her lip. "What about…" she didn't want to say her name and burst their rain-bubble.
"She knows how I feel about you, Lily. Everyone does. I just…never thought you'd feel the same way." Lily wanted to laugh, but the seriousness of his expression took her by surprise.
"Really?" she whispered. The pattering of the rain seemed louder by comparison. "You always seemed so sure, so confident."
James let out a low chuckle, pressing his forehead back to hers.
"Yeah, I seemed it. But starting about middle of sixth year, I completely lost hope. I really started to believe that you hated me and that you would never entertain the idea of going out with me. And it really broke my heart, because I've had a thing for you since I was eleven years old."
"I'm so sorry," she whispered, shaking her head and sending some droplets flying. "I was so horrible. How can you still want to be around me?"
"Because I love you," he replied simply. A shy smile spread across Lily's face and she reached up and pressed her lips to his.
"Good."
A few more drops splattered on their heads.
Letter F I have begun to write. But I haven't got the slightest idea for E and that's where you, my lovely readers, come in. If you want me to update, I NEED IDEAS! Haha, thank you. :)
