Author's Note: Same as usual, I don't own characters, etcetera and so forth. This chapter should prove to be a nice long one. If it's not, you can eat me.
Monday, July 13th.
Five full days (including this one) and counting. So that's a school week. We're leaving Friday. So if I'm not going out with her by the time we're on the train, then I fail. Yes? I'm sure that's a fair bet with myself. So. We're all sat in the common room now; it's one of those lazy evenings where no one does anything. Let alone speak. Not that Alice and Frank do any talking when they're together, anyway…
Lily's sat playing that solitaire thing over in the corner.
She bought one for herself, too.
How weird is that?
Iseriously wouldn't have the mind power.
Maybe I should go over and see if I can give it a go. Right.
Five minutes later, Monday July 13th.
No, I can't.
Still Monday July 13th, Sat Being Miserable In My Own Corner.
I only wanted to try it.
She said I broke her concentration.
What, and Alice and Frank attached to each other's mouths next to her wasn't breaking her concentration?
Actually, considering Alice is her best friend, she must be used to it by now.
Or maybe she isn't…
About Midnight, Monday July 13th, So In Fact Almost Tuesday, July 14th.
Wow.
Or maybe not wow, depending on how you look at it.
Well, I need to go over that again.
Just to see that it was real.
So, what happened? Well, Lily looked slightly bored at playing mind-control solitaire, and saw me looking at her. Inwardly I prepared myself for a glare or possibly worse.
But it never came.
Instead, Lily Evans walked over to me. Which was when I shut my journal and stowed it under the chair in an instant. She smiled. And asked me if I wanted to come on a walk.
And how can a bloke say no to that?
So, we went out the portrait hole, and walked down the corridor to the grand staircase. And went down a few flights. We weren't really going anywhere as such. We talked quite a bit. I made her laugh, as well, which was good. I couldn't stop grinning.
This is all getting a bit slushy, but I'm just writing it as it happened. Just in case Sirius ever decides to pick this up again and it just happens to fall open at the very page I was writing on. And then he just happens to pick up his horrible quill and write in it.
But I'm digressing.
So we walked along the fifth floor corridor, the portraits all agog and slightly miffed because we'd woken some of them up with our talking. And she suggested going into one of the classrooms. Which I thought was a bit forward, but who am I to complain?
Turns out she only wanted to show me something she found out in charms. A picture of an incantation. She thought it might help me. Whoop de doo. I thanked her, and we walked back out the classroom.
And then.
And then.
I didn't mean to. I leant forward, and I kissed her. I kissed her on the lips, and for a time…she kissed me back.
Before she realised what she was doing. She drew back with this shocked look on her face, and then ran away down the corridor, not looking back.
Crap.
Of course I'm going to find this lying around, you left it in the bloody dormitories open on your bed, you great big fool. Half the dorm could have read it, but me being the nice bloke I am, I rescued it and took it with me.
And just happened to read it.
And write in it.
I can't believe this. You kissed Lily Evans? On the mouth? And she kissed you back? What on earth is the world coming to? Wow. Get in there, Prongs.
The slight fact that she ran away might be a bit of a put off for you, but there we go. Hey, maybe she ran off because you're a crap kisser. Hah. I wouldn't know, obviously, but I bet you are. You can't be good at nearly everything.
Maybe the Quidditch compensates for something, if you understand what I mean…
Tuesday, July 14th.
Sirius!
I hate that boy sometimes.
Of course I can kiss! I've never had any complaints. I can be brilliant at both Quidditch and kissing, thanks very much. And I don't need to compensate for anything, either.
Bloody friends.
She's avoiding me, at the moment. I've seen her duck behind tapestries and hide in classrooms and whatnot, but I'm going to corner her and make her talk to me. She can run, but she can't hide!
Well clearly she can, she's been doing it very well, but that isn't my point. I'll track her down sometime. Unfortunately I've been given a very long essay on the good points of using Wolfsbane so I don't think it'll be tonight that I find her.
Bloody Slughorn.
Wednesday, July 15th.
Three full days left. Oh God. I messed it up, didn't I? I hate being me. If I were Remus, she'd like me. She likes Remus. She hangs out with him at the library at his usual mushroom-rave-ups.
I can't stand this. I really liked being her sort-of friend. I've got like, a part of me missing now. Well, perhaps not, but it sounds romantic. Maybe I should tell her that; it might change her mind about me.
Though judging by the poetry I wrote for her and her reaction to that, maybe not.
Still Wednesday, July 15th.
This is making me really depressed now. I wish I'd never felt spontaneous. I wish I'd never kissed her. Because I want to do it again. It was really nice. Too nice.
Like forbidden fruit, you know?
Like when you kiss someone else's girlfriend.
Not that I've ever done that, Sirius. It was someone else.
Author's Note: Moo ha ha. I said I'd finish the year in this chapter, but I LIED. I wanted to finish it there so the chapter was just the right length, and also because I have plans for the next one. Thanks to all my reviewers, and so on. I will update soon!