A/N: So this chapter took a bit longer, uni has been crazy. Hopefully, it was worth the wait!
"Professor." Turning around to face him, Lily realized her tone was not particularly pleasant. She never did argue with Teddy, she hadn't for years. His hair was a dull shade of blue, but he hadn't managed to fool himself with his eyes; they were still the same grey as yesterday evening. She didn't like seeing him like that, but she couldn't bring herself to feel the same way because quite frankly, she didn't know how to handle that kind of emotion. It would break her down completely.
He turned to look over his shoulder at the empty corridor, before grabbing her hand and pulling her into an empty classroom.
"Don't be like that, Lily," he mumbled, rubbing his neck with his right hand, while looking down at the floor, avoiding making eye contact.
"Like what exactly? I thought this was what you wanted…" she said, the same tone as earlier stuck on her tongue. She was annoyed with him, although she had no right to be. He wasn't the one who had done anything wrong. In fact, she had practically forced herself on him last night, which perhaps was what she was trying to forget.
"Where have you been?" Suddenly, he had changed the subject and snapped out of whatever cloud of sadness he had been stuck in and was staring right at her.
"Where have I been?" Lily furrowed her eyebrows at the question, trying to grasp what he actually meant by that. His hair was turning brighter, and for once she wasn't able to read him.
"Yes Lily, where have you been? You clearly aren't coming from the dungeons, and you're still in your uniform. So… where have you been?" She could read it now, alright. He was restless, fidgeting with his wand, as his eyes flashed from grey to black for a second, and that beautiful turquoise mess on his head turned red.
"I don't see how that is any of your damn business, Ted. I'm not restricted to the dungeons, you know," it was contagious, his anger. Perhaps it was because she could see how angry he was with her, it was easier to return that anger than to hurt because of it.
"During night-time, yes you are," he was gritting his teeth now, eyes set on a dark grey, as he crossed his arms to stop fidgeting with that damn wand.
"Then I can expect you to report these last two evenings to the headmistress? The firewhiskey… the bloody snogging, huh? Is that it? Or are those restrictions only valid when I'm somewhere other than your quarters? You're such a hypocrite, Ted. What did you expect? I'm seventeen: I'm not a bloody nun!"
"I'm a hypocrite? Did you honestly leave my quarters in the middle of the night just to go straight on to shag someone else?"
Lily barely caught on to what he was saying, because his eyes were turning black, and she had only ever seen those eyes when he talked about his parent's murderers. Those eyes were utterly hateful, and they ran through every façade she had attempted to put up.
"Do you really hate me that much Teddy? Don't think that I can't see it in your eyes. You hate me, don't you? I ruined everything and now you hate me like you hate Lestrange and Dolohov," her tone hadn't changed, but she could feel her eyes watering, because she couldn't imagine anything worse in the world than Teddy Lupin hating her.
"Hate you? That's the most absurd thing I've ever heard. Lily, I could never hate you." Just like that, his eyes were grey again, and he had put his hands on her shoulders, beginning to draw her back from whatever hell she had been in for a few moments.
"Don't lie to me, Teddy. I know what I saw. I know your colours. I saw the hate in your eyes."
"Look at me Lily, I don't hate you… If anything, I hate myself." With that the redness left his hair, and it turned back to the greyish colour it had been yesterday. It didn't make any sense. Him hating her because of what had happened, well, that made sense. But this didn't. Not to Lily.
There was a long moment of silence. Most times, she understood him right away, without having to even think about it. But now she was stuck trying to figure him out.
"Why?" she finally asked, looking up to meet his eyes again. He was closer now, she realized. Closer than he had been when they were yelling at each other. Perhaps he didn't hate her after all.
"Because I hurt you, because I made you cry… Because seeing you this morning… Damn it Lily, I was jealous, alright? I've never been so…"
She didn't need to hear anymore. It finally made sense, and she stopped him mid-sentence by closing the distance between them, her lips crushing against his. His hands ran through her hair, and he kissed her back without a doubt, fully awake this time. For a moment, it was harmony and desperation all at once. For a moment, everything was perfect.
A/N: I really wanted this chapter to turn out right, so it took me some time. Please let me know what you think in a review!