Chapter Four of Kiss Me
Lily POV
I was in History of Magic and I was panicking. We were learning about something having to do with prosecutions against Muggle- borns, but my mind was elsewhere. I knew Remus wouldn't tell James I wrote the notes, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to give him hints! I knew that James was probably impatient with the hints that I had given him, so he was probably going to ask Remus for help! I outwardly groaned. Next to me, James glanced at me curiously.
"What's that, Evans?" He asked.
Why I chose to sit next to James was beyond me. It wasn't like it was the only seat left. I just walked in, stared at James sitting alone in the back of the class, doodling probably, and plopped down next to him.
"Sorry. Tough topic." I said, forcing down the blush that was threatening to rise up on to my cheeks. He just stared at me as if he didn't believe me, but eventually went back to doodling on his piece of parchment. I pretended to pay attention to the lecture, but my mind kept wandering to how James and I had actually held a conversation without yelling at (or jinxing) one another. For some reason, the thought made me smile. Maybe we could even friends without the help of "Yvonne"? The thought was so atrocious that I actually snorted. How lady-like. Thankfully, James didn't notice the noise that escaped from my mouth. He was still doodling…with words? I realized he was writing, not doodling. I glanced over his shoulder and tried to read what he wrote, but the only thing I could make out was "Dear Yvonne," before James folded up the parchment. The period had ended. Before James headed out the door, he wordlessly slipped the folded up piece of parchment into my hand while students filed past them. I put the square piece of paper in her pocket, only caring about the fact that James had touched my hand when he gave me the piece of paper.
"'Dear Yvonne,
It's James. I know that you obviously didn't want me guess who you were based on your vague hints in the last note. Either way, I will need another two hints if you want me to know who you are before we graduate. Ha-ha, I'm only half kidding. Still, I need clues! My mates are absolutely no help at all. The closest thing to help they gave me is suggesting that you might be a bloke. Anyway, please give me more hints! I don't want the whole bloke conspiracy to get too out of control, ha-ha.
Write back soon,
James.'"I read aloud to her friends in the privacy of their dorm. Marlene rolled her eyes as Alice and Mary giggled at James's mention of the "bloke conspiracy".
"So, what do you guys think?" I asked them.
"I think you should give him more descriptive hints from now on. We really don't need a rumor of James having a secret admirer who's a guy." Marlene responded, glancing at Alice and Mary when she said the last part.
"Yeah," Alice chimed in."Who knows what kind of feelings that rumor could bring up?"
This set them into another round of giggles again.
Later that evening, I wrote out the next note:
'Dear James,
Ha-ha. Based on what I know about your mates, I don't blame you for wanting to prove them wrong. My hints for this note:
I am NOT a bloke. Really. Don't think any differently.
My favorite subject is Potions.
-Yvonne (not my real name)'
Lily sighed, scared of how good of a guesser James might be.
A/N: Thanks for reviewing/following/favoriteing! It means a lot to me ^u^. This chapter was slightly longer than the other ones, and I'm hoping this will be the standard length from now on. Byee!