She is a quiet woman,
And her love fills me from a thousand miles.
She is a small woman, a strong woman,
And in her strength is wisdom I long to possess.
She might be hurt, but would never hurt another.
She is real.
-&-
"Why me?"
James looked up from his lunch to see his girlfriend slide in the seat beside him. He raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean, why you?"
"Why do you fancy me?" Lily asked, picking up his pumpkin juice and drinking from it. She looked at him over the top of the glass. "There are plenty of other girls in school who would love to be your girlfriend. Clarissa Stewart, for example." She nodded towards the blonde Ravenclaw, who was sending James none-too-subtle flirtatious looks from across the Great Hall.
"Why the hell would I want Clarissa Stewart?" James asked incredulously, not even turning to look at the girl properly.
"James." Lily said, a hint of exasperation in her voice. She put down the glass. "She's gorgeous. And it's not like she's an empty-headed tart. She's smart."
"Well, so are you," he pointed out with a smile.
She laughed, grabbing his hand and squeezing it in thanks. "But Clarissa's just… I dunno, more. She's like a goddess, or something. She never has bad hair days, she's nice, she's witty, and I actually like her when she's not trying to flirt with you. She's as close to perfect as you could get, and she makes it look easy."
She finished with a dramatic sigh, looking at James expectantly, waiting for him to roll his eyes and tell her to stop being so silly. But he stayed silent, just staring at her.
"James?" she asked, squirming a little under his gaze.
"The thing is," he said finally, his voice earnest, "I don't want perfect. I don't want a robot. I want a girl who'll never stop surprising me with her barmy routines and her nervous habits and her weird opinions. I want a girl with flaws, a girl just as human as me. I want a girl who's addicted to Sugar Quills and lives on coffee. I want a girl who stays up insanely late just to count the stars and then bitches about her lack of sleep in the morning. I want a girl who skives off Head duties to eat pie with me in the kitchens. I want you, Lils. Just you." He paused, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
"Maybe she is perfect," he whispered, pressing his lips to her forehead, "but you're real, and so much more beautiful for it."
-&-
A/N: This is a rewrite! I wasn't happy with the original drabble, so I rewrote it.
Dedicated to Chynna (Random_Gal930). ;D The Moldy Peaches for the title. I don't know who said the quote up there, and Google's not being helpful, so if you know who said it, please tell me so I can quote it properly. Reviews are appreciated. :)