Midnight chats
"Well, one thing you possibly don't know about me is that… er, I do have an LP from The Beatles and I actually bought it myself." Potter confessed, not looking embarrassed at all.
And there they were once more. It was becoming normal, and by now they were seeing each other three nights in a week, at the same time and the same days. Lily's company was hell better to James than he could find in any other girl. And James' company, to Lily, was new and exciting, and it helped her to forget Amos Diggory, what was really good after all.
However, they weren't doing well at day, too tired to think or make anything important. Lily was found sleeping over her books, more than once, in her favorite part of the library. And James was compensating it sleeping during classes, as he had always done.
Lily couldn't help a smile and raising her eyebrows. "You're kidding! You're so more Led Zeppelin than The Beatles!"
"Led who?" James asked, confused.
"Never mind."
They agreed to know each other better, so every night they asked questions in return of true answers. By now, Lily knew that James' parents were aurors working for the Ministry of Magic; that he turned his first girlfriend's hair blue when he was ten years old, on purpose; that he made out with girls enough to complete his list of names starting with every letter of the alphabet; that James started flying in a broom when he was five, and that was why he was so good at it now – comment made by himself; that he was not a virgin anymore – like that was still a mystery- and so on. And James knew that Lily's parents were both doctors and she wanted to be one as well when she finished her studies at Hogwarts; that her sister, Petunia, was about to get married with a pig-looking man five years older than her - Lily hated him; that she only had one serious relationship, and her boyfriend was the first guy she kissed, in fourth year; that her favorite drink was tea with milk, because she didn't like the taste of pure tea; that her favorite book was Sense and Sensibility, by Jane Austen - James had no idea who she was - and so on.
"It's your turn." James remembered her. Tonight, they weren't asking questions, but revealing what they wanted to, and that was difficult.
"Right." Lily bit her lip while she was thinking. They were sat face to face in the red big sofa of the common room, far enough of each other so they weren't touching at all. Lily smiled when she knew what exactly she would tell. "I have a ritual. When I wake up, the first foot to step the floor has to be the right one. I know, it's stupid, but I do it, gives me luck."
James knew that, but he didn't say anything, just looked surprise. He knew almost all the things Lily had told him, because of his past secret obsession with the ginger girl, but he would never tell her that. At this time of his life, he made a deal with Dorcas Meadowes to tell him everything she knew about Lily in return of a date with Remus Lupin. It was a good deal.
"It's not stupid…" He spoke, with a grin. "just a little useless."
She smiled, and he couldn't help gazing. "Okay, not-superstitious-boy, tell me something new."
"Right… Well, every year my parents make a Christmas party." James said, looking at her, and she frowned.
"So?" her voice was soft, and her ginger hair was in a perfectly-made bun, highlighting her eyes. Her cheeks were red because of the fire, burning in the fireplace, a few steps from them. Her green eyes were bright, and every time she smiled, it shined. She was so beautiful.
"So, you're invited." James alleged, noticing her eyes becoming bigger with surprise. Her mouth opened, as if she was going to say something, but no sound came out. He added, quickly: "But if you don't want to go, I'll understand."
"It's not that… hum… Well, your friends will be there and… It's not like we're friends, not around them." Lily unconsciously touched his knee, apologizing with a stare. "It will be awkward, I'm sorry."
James nodded, muttering "that's all right". Lily pulled her hand back to her lap, trying to avoid the awkward feeling rounding them both. "Er… When I was fourteen, my friends and I tried to dye my hair. It worked, because I passed the last two vacation weeks brunette." That seemed to work.
"You… What? Why would you do that?" James asked, a little bit stunned.
"Well, there was this boy, he didn't like the color of my hair - and I didn't like it either at the time -… and you know, it was that bloody phase when nothing is good at all. So I did it." Lily shrugged, the tips of her lips trembling into a smile, like she was proud of that. "It was the only time I did something wild."
"And did you succeed it?" James asked, curious, adjusting his glasses back up to his nose.
"For a week, yes. We went out a couple of times, but then I saw the bastard with another girl. I've never felt more stupid in my entire life." She laughed, and he did it as well.
"I bet you were still looking good, although." James spoke, trying to make her forget the moron. Lily pressed her lips together.
"I did not, really." She turned over to be face to face again with him. "It's your turn, James."
And they stayed that way for so long, confessing all kinds of things, that when Lily looked at her wrist watch, she yawned, almost jumping in her seat. "For Merlin's sake! It's almost six a.m.!"
Well, James knew that. He actually realized that was becoming late a few hours ago, but he didn't want her to leave. He liked the way he felt when she was around. He sighed when she stood up.
"I'll sleep, won't you?" Lily asked, when James didn't move.
"Yes, in a bit. I'll… stay here for a while." He smiled to her, and she replied.
"Well, so goodnight, James." she stared at him for what seemed to be less than one second and climbed up the stairs so quickly that he almost missed it.
"Goodnight, Lily."
Hello! Yes, I came back. This chap is one of my favorites until now, jily is otp. So, I want to thank all of the favorites and follows, if you can review, that would make me happy. I really hope you're liking it. Not sure when the next will come up, so don't lose faith. Amy x