"Well Evans, can't say that I'm surprised you're here." Sirius exclaimed quietly when she burst through the curtain. He was sat on a chair next to the hospital bed, feet raised and on top of the blankets. Remus was in the corner, book on his chest and eyes shut; his breathing indicated that he was asleep. She would've looked for Peter but she'd passed him on the way here and she knew that he was heading to the kitchens for all of them. "Word on the Marauder grapevine is that you've visited everyone but Prongs." Her cheeks coloured slightly but she merely smiled.
"Maybe you guys are growing on me." He grinned at her. "Like a rash." His grin only widened and he stood up, brushing his hands on his trousers before moving round to kick Remus' leg.
"I know you don't mean that Lilykins. We'll give you two some alone time."
Remus, bleary eyed and stumbling, followed Sirius out of the curtained room and left her alone with the unconscious Potter. His head was bandaged and his nose was bruised badly, his glasses were on the table next to him and he seemed to be breathing normally.
"I know you're awake Potter." She huffed, plopping down onto the chair next to him. He stayed silent and 'asleep' for a few seconds longer before a huge grin broke out onto his face and he turned his head slowly to look at her. She passed him his glasses and watched as he blinked up at her. He remained lying down.
"Look at this. Miss Lily Evans has graced me with her presence." She shot him a look and he mimed zipping his lips, recognising the look on her face as one of anger. She was going to blow.
"I don't know how many times I have to tell you that quidditch is dangerous! Do you listen to me? No, of course not. And now look where we are, in the Hospital Wing, with you lying around and experiencing a broken rib, nose and a concussion. Do you know what I've been feeling for the past hour?"
She wasn't shouting since he was bound to be experiencing a painful headache, but she was very loudly whispering at him. His face had changed from being serious at the beginning of her talk, to being playful and amused by the end.
"Ah, you do care." She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose as she tried to control both her temper and her breathing.
"I can see why you need those glasses because Potter you really are blind." His answering frown just proved her point that he didn't have a clue. "I don't care about you! I'm bloody in love with you!" She tugged on her hair in frustration. "I've been dropping hints for months James Potter and all you can do is keep on calling me your friend every bloody hour of the day!"
"What-" he started, pushing himself slowly up on the bed and ignoring the pounding in his head. She rushed to his side immediately and tried to push him back down. He grabbed her forearms and pulled her against him so that he was resting on one elbow and she was leaning against his chest, their faces were millimetres apart. "What did you say?"
"Erm," she mumbled, her eyes staring into his own hazel goodness. "I said how we were friends and erm, hours of a day, I think something about love." Her eyes flickered to his lips and when they spread into a wide grin, she glanced up to look back at his eyes. "Erm," but she didn't get to say anything else as he had swooped his head down and crushed his lips against hers.
She stood there awkwardly, eyes wide and lips unresponsive but just as he went to pull away she wrenched her arms free and grabbed his quidditch uniform, twisting her small hands in the material and holding him against her as she moulded her own lips back to his. She felt him smiling into the kiss and grinned back.
"Love you." He mumbled, taking his lips away for a second before connecting them again.
"Love you too." She gasped back when he started trailing his lips down her neck, nibbling at her pulse point. She pulled away when a hand slipped beneath her top and stroked her stomach. "You're in hospital Potter, lie down and sleep." He grinned and winked at her.
"Yes ma'am."
Being an amazing quidditch player who got injured more than normal, and also a very persistent male who knew what he wanted had finally got him the girl of his dreams and he was never letting her go.
