If Flowers Could Fall For Me

If flowers could fall for me,
What colors would they be?
Would they follow me far away?
Or find some brighter place to stay?

If an artist would picture me,
What vision would he see?
Would I dance in the pouring rain?
Or mourn over my lover, slain?

If a poem were wrote of me,
What words would there be?
Would I be a love divine?
Or some miserable, old swine?

If a song were sung of me,
What would be the melody?
Would it be a happy song?
Or something boring and long?

If a prayer were said for me,
To which God would it be?
Would it be my horned hero?
Or would it be some clumsy zero?

If you would think of me,
What thoughts would those be?
Would you see me as I am?
Or would you see not but a lamb?

If you would come for me,
What lands would we see?
Would we go on some great steed?
Or would we follow others' lead?

If you would long for me,
What wonders would there be?
Would slay a great beast?
Or treat me to a wonderful feast?

If you would love me,
What a marvel that would be?
Would you give me your heart?
Or would you tear mine apart?

If you could love me,
What a spectacle that would be?
Would I fly on love's broad wings?
Or falter and fall to lesser things?

If you should love me,
What awe that would be?
Would you give into your desires?
Or would you burn me with heated wires?

If flowers could fall for me,
Where, then, would you be?
Would I find you in some dreary place?
Or in a window hung with lace?

If you would look at me,
What love you would see?
My heart's desires would leap tears from my eyes And diamonds would rain from the skies.

If you would come to me,
What passion there would be?
My hands would comb your body, long,
And no other man would hear my song.

If you could see the dreams in me,
What flowers there would be?
Would they fall at our feet?
Or pray to some other beat?

If you would love me,
If flowers could fall for us,
If songs should be sung of our love,
What then would I have to dream of?

-Danielle Juarez '06

A/N: I wrote the poem and I am very proud of it! Someone under the name of MinniE reviewed me asking about these stories and how she/he/it could read the whole thing. Well, MinniE if you're out there if you leave a sighed review or an email address I will be able to give you more information. I know that the way I've got things situated now it is not easy for new reader to read my stories. Please respond.

I'd like to give a shout out to Granny Hp Fan. You are one of my favorite reviewers. You rock!

Chapter Nine

August 31st

James hated the feeling of someone staring at him. That was the only reason that he noticed Lily was staring at him in the first place. He would get this itchy feeling on the back of his neck and the undeniable desire to turn around and tell off who ever was looking at him. That hatred of being stared at did not stop James from staring at Lily. To James' delight she did not have the same problem with people staring at her as he did.

James' biggest problem at the moment was that he was being stared at. He could have just turned around and told the peeping tom to stop staring and he would have, had the peeping tom not been Lily Evans. At least he was fairly sure that it was Lily looking at him. Who, besides James obviously, would be in the library at lunch? He did not dare look over his shoulder. If it was Lily looking at him, he did not want to deter her.

But after James scratched his neck for the millionth time he toyed with the idea of confronting her. Far from his idiotic youth when he thought that Lily would appreciate a direct approach in courting her, James knew that confronting her was not a good idea.

Instead he looked over his shoulder. Lily was sitting at the table behind him absentmindedly twirling a piece of hair between her fingers staring at James' back. He looked back down at his homework confusedly. He still was not thoroughly convinced that Lily liked him. He fancied the idea that she might, but he was not about to get his hopes up. Though, he never really took Lily for the kind of girl that stares at a lad while playing with her hair.

James decided that he was not the one with answers and mulling it over on his own was just a waste of time. He closed his text book and threw it with his homework into his bag. He was about to get up when someone sat down next to him.

"Did you finish your Transfiguration essay?" Lily asked. She pulled out her own half finished essay.

"We have homework in that class?" James asked. He had not been paying attention in Transfiguration because Lily's skirt was hiked up her thigh. Lily laughed at the surprised look on James' face.

"We have an essay due on Tuesday," she said.

"Oh, that," James said. He sighed in relief. "I haven't even started that."

"James!"

"We have all weekend and Monday, why worry about it now?" he asked.

"Well," Lily said. She looked down at the table and blushed. James looked around the empty library wondering what was making her blush. "Saturday's Hogsmeade, I just figured that you'd want to go, like with your friends or whatever, and if you got the homework out of the way you wouldn't have to worry about doing on Sunday or Monday."

"But it's Thursday, Lily," James said. He was very confused. He could not figure out why she looked so flustered.

"I know, but you'll be busy all day Saturday and I know that you schedule Sunday and Friday Quidditch practices. So you won't be able to do it all weekend. If you don't do it now you'll be rushed to do it Monday and it won't be as good as if you did it now." James knitted his eyebrows.

"Lily, I appreciate your concern over my grades, but you needn't worry about me doing the essay on Monday," James said.

"Why? That's the only day you'll have free, besides today of course."

"No, I'll have Saturday clear. I'm not going to Hogsmeade."

"Why not?" She asked. She tried not to sound nosy.

"Sirius'll just want to go Zongo's, Peter'll just want to get candy and Remus'll just want to get another book, while I'll be dragged round wishing all the while that I was on date with-" James stopped talking when he realized who he was talking to. "And I've got homework and all, no reason to drag my feet on it, eh?" He looked up at Lily, hoping that she had no noticed what he had said.

"Wishing you were on a date with who?" she asked. James sighed and looked away from her. "James?"

"Who do you think, Lily?" James said.

"Oh." They sat in silence for a second. "Well," she said, "you make a good point. Homework and whatnot, it'd probably be best to stay back and get it all done. With N.E.W.T's this year I imagine that homework will be immensely important."

"Lily, if you want to go, I think you ought to," James said. He would not get any of his work done if Lily was around. For whatever reason she was becoming more distracting to him. Granted she always distracted him, but now more than ever he found that he could not get anything done when she was around.

"Well, you make a good point," she said. "I've been going to Hogsmeade ever since third year. Besides if I do go I'll just end up spending money I should really be saving………" She glanced up at James before continuing. "And I wouldn't want you to spend your only day off alone doing homework." Lily turned away from James blushing, while James tried to think of something intelligent to say.

"Well, no one would want that," he said. They sat in silence for a while.

"I better get a spot of lunch before the next class," Lily said. She got up and gathered her books in her arms.

"Right," James said.

"So, I'll see you Saturday," she said, uncertainly.

"Course." He felt the need to point out the fact that they would see each other before Saturday, but something held him back. As he watched her walk out of the library he realized what it was. Lily was acting like doing her homework with James was a……… date.

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James was not talking. Anyone who knew him for even just five minutes knew that silence was not a good thing. Now if he was quiet for a couple of minutes that was nothing, but when that a couple of minutes turned into a couple of hours, there was a problem.

James had been sitting on the couch in front of the fire since the end of the last class of the day. He had not gone to dinner. Remus noticed this but Sirius was too busy stuffing food in his mouth to realize that his best mate was not with him. Remus finished his meal and went back up to the Common Room. He found James staring, unblinking, into the fire. He was about to sit down next to James when someone got there first.

"James?" Remy said. She put her hand on James' shoulder and shook him slightly.

"That won't work," Remus said. He sat on the other side of James. "You have to hit him when he gets like this." Remy nodded and hit James lightly on the back of his head. "No, you have to hit him harder than that. Like this." Remus hit James hard in the back of his head. James blinked and looked at Remus.

"What?"

"You were staring into the fire, James," Remy said.

"And you missed dinner, so what's wrong?" Remus asked.

"I think that Lily and I are going on a date," James said. Remus snorted. "Shut it, you bugger!"

"I told you she likes you, James! Good job, where are you going on your date?"

"I said I think we're going on a date. She was acting like we're going on a date. I'm not sure if we are. She invited herself to do homework with me this Saturday," James said.

"That doesn't sound like much of a date to me," Remy said.

"You don't know Lily Evans," Remus said. She looked up at Remus, smiling ever so slightly.

"Why don't you tell me about her?"

"Well, she… ummm… she is very much a good student," he said somewhat clearly.

"Really?" Remy said. "So, doing homework on a weekend would very romantic to her?"

"I suppose."

"What do you find romantic, Remus?" she asked. Remus' eyes got wide when she asked him that. He gulped and began stuttering.

"I… ahhh… I can't… ummm… really… know……… you know?" James rolled his eyes and got up.

"Really if you're going to flirt like a fool Remus, you shouldn't let me get in the way." With that James went up to his dorm. Remus blushed and moved to follow his friend.

"Don't go," Remy said. He stopped and looked at her.

"I should really find out what's up with him. He can get rather dramatic where Lily is concerned," Remus said quickly.

"Perhaps he just needs sometime to think," she suggested.

"No, James needs to talk, it's his way." Remy sighed. She did not like the fact that Remus thought he knew more about James than she did. She had known him since he was born, had she not?

"People change, you know? Haven't you noticed anything different about him?" she asked. Remus thought a moment.

"Well, he does seem a bit more mature," he admitted.

"There you go. Maybe a more mature James wants to work this Lily thing out on his own and you can stay here and sit with me for awhile." Remus conceded and sat down next to Remy. "There you go, easy right," she said with a laugh in her voice, "I don't bite."

"And I just might," Remus mumbled.