Here I am with the fourth chapter! Wow, they just get longer every time! *takes a bow* Thank you, thank you. ;)
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Disclaimer- I in no way claim to own any characters from Harry Potter. All characters and ideas belong to the talented J. K. Rowling. I own only the plots of the chapters in this story.
Here it is! Allons-y!
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IV.
Lily Evans, fourteen years old, was spending Saturday afternoon in Hagrid's hut, paying him a visit for the first time in a week. She was seated at his wooden table, a cup of tea in her hand and Fang's head in her lap. Hagrid had been delighted to see her, and was telling her all about the centaurs, who were absolutely refusing to let Fang anywhere near their part of the forest, no matter what Hagrid said. He seemed very agitated, and Lily nodded her head sympathetically, trying to listen, trying to comfort him.
But she had never felt so confused in her life.
It was Potter. It all came down to Potter. She just didn't understand it. Their last meeting had started out like any other. Him, saying something irritating. Her standard retort and a roll of her eyes. That's how they were supposed to start. They weren't supposed to be any different. But then that one little moment had decided to come and change everything.
She'd been walking through the common room- just when she was on her way down to Hagrid's- when she heard her name.
"Hey, Evans. Where are you heading?"
She rolled her eyes. "If that was any of your business, Potter-
"Alright, alright. But I just wanted to ask you-
She cut him off. "If this is about the next Hogsmead weekend, then the answer is no."
"Come on, Evans. Just one date. Give me one chance and I swear-
She didn't know what made her do it. She had only opened her mouth to tell him to take a hike. But then, before she could say anything, she looked at his eyes, really looked, and saw deeper than she ever had before, had ever wanted to, and what she saw had confused her.
Because underneath the layers of standard big-headedness and idiocy, she saw something just peeking through in his deep brown irises. It was desperation. She'd looked in his eyes and saw a part of him that was, rather than nonchalantly asking her for the millionth time to go out with him, pleading with her as if he'd never wanted anything more in his life.
Severus's voice echoed in the back of her mind: He fancies you! James Potter fancies you!
She hadn't believed it to be true at the time, but now she wondered. Why had he asked her so many times over the past four years to go out with him without any indication that he would give up?
Then something else had happened that both surprised and confused her even more. When she'd looked into his eyes, she'd felt something. An unusual sensation that she'd never felt before, a sort of fluttering in the bottom of her stomach.
All this had happened in a matter of seconds, and deciding that she just needed time to think, she'd brushed past him without a word and continued on her way to Hagrid's. She'd felt slightly guilty about that.
Now she sat with her tea, hearing Hagrid talk about the centaurs but not really listening to what he was saying. She just didn't know what to make of it, the desperation and the fluttering in her stomach, and her confused thoughts seemed to chase themselves around and around in her head, getting her no closer to any conclusions.
"An' I tried telling' 'em, Fang's got no 'arm in 'em, but- say, Lily, you got summat on yer mind?"
Lily jumped, realizing Hagrid was speaking to her. She composed herself quickly, and stared out the window, stroking Fang behind the ear and getting a deep rumble in response.
"It's nothing, Hagrid." Her thoughts were drifting to a certain black-haired Quidditch player. "Nothing at all."
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