"Hi Lily," came a low voice from behind her. James.
"Oh it's you is it?" Lily asked turning around to see who it was, talking to her. "What do you want?" James looked at her.
"Well, um, do you mind if I sit down?" he asked.
"It's a free world," Lily answered, dryly. James flopped down onto the ground next to the lake, where Lily had been sitting. There was a pregnant pause.
"Look Lily," James said. "I just wanted to say thanks."
"Thanks for what?" Lily asked. "For starting a whole bunch of rumors about what exactly is going on between us? Or for butting into something that was none of my business?"
"Actually I'm still not quite sure why you did that," James said, softly. "But thanks." There was another long silence. "You were right about Jamie," he commented.
"I know," agreed Lily, laughing slightly. "Female intuition," she explained.
"Um, Lily?" James asked. Lily turned to look at him. "God her eyes are gorgeous!" James thought. "Wait a minute what am I saying? This is Lily Evans. The girl who turned me into a toad in second year. My worst enemy. THAT Lily Evans."
"Well she's not really your worst enemy anymore, now is she?" answered the little voice in his head, smartly.
"Well I guess not but . . ."
"But nothing. You like the girl. Let's face it, what's not to like?" James glanced at Lily, who was looking expectantly at him.
"Well, James, what is it?" she demanded.
"Oh yea," James stammered. "Why DID you do it?" Lily groaned, inwardly. Of all the questions!
"Well," she improvised, quickly. "You know me! I hate the girl. I guess it was just a reason to argue with her." She turned away from James, who was looking, hardly, at her. He nodded. "I'd better go back to the dorm or Bella and Leah will think I've been abducted or something." Strictly that wasn't true. Arabella and Leah were so busy listening to each other's rumors that they'd hardly notice if Lily didn't come back all night.
"Ok. I'll go up as well," James said, getting up as well. "I'll walk you up." Lily nodded, ever so slightly. James watched Lily as she walked ahead of him, picking leaves off the bushes she was passing, every so often.
"She really is beautiful! Even more so than Jamie or any of those bimbos I ever dated. Why didn't I see it before?"
"Because you're so stubborn and pig-headed that you can't even bear to think that you MIGHT have been wrong for once in you're life!"
"Oh shut-up! Where exactly did you come from anyway?"
"Stupid question, James! I'm you. Which is how I know you like Lily. And you do."
"Oh God I guess I do. How awful! She probably hates me anyway!"
"Of course you like her. Sub-consciously you have for ages! Anyway I'm ALWAYS right!"
"Have I always been this up on myself?"
"Yes."
"Just go away and leave me alone!"
"Hey Lily. Wait up." Lily paused to give James a chance to catch up. They had nearly reached the castle at this stage. "Lily," he said, almost gasping for breath. "I don't know why you stuck up for me like you did. I certainly don't deserve it. But thanks." Lily looked up at him. At his chocolate brown eyes, so serious for maybe the first time in his life.
"No problem," Lily whispered, gulping. James leaned down towards her, hesitantly, and kissed her on the lips, warily. He almost collapsed with relief when he realized she was responding. He had been so scared that she would hit him or totally reject him or something. Responding was a good sign wasn't it?!
"Oh my God!" thought Lily. I'm kissing James POTTER!
I'm KISSING James Potter."
"Of course you are, girly. And is it what you've always dreamed it would be?"
"Better! He's wonderful. Does this mean he likes me!!!?"
"That or he just wants some!"
"Oh just go away, would you? You're ruining one of the best experiences of my teenage years."
"Sorry sweetie. No can do. I'm you after all!" Lily pulled away and stared up at James, biting her lower lip.
"Lily I'm SO sorry," James said. "That should not have happened." Lily half nodded.
"What's THAT supposed to mean? Does it mean that he doesn't like me?"
"I told you, girl, he was just trying to get some."
"Oh would you just shut-up, please! This is hard enough without you're smart comments in between."
"You mean YOU'RE smart comments. I AM you!"
"Whatever. Just go away and leave me alone." James was looking at Lily, blankly, and Lily realized that he was still gripping onto her hands. She pulled away from him.
"I'd better go," she whispered. James watched as Lily walked away, shoulders sagging. Did she like him, or what?
"Of COURSE she likes you, dumbass! Why do you think she's walking away as if her heart is breaking otherwise?"
"Because I kissed her and confused her?"
"NO! It's cos she's mad about you. Just trust me and run after her. That's what she wants, believe me!"
"Why should I believe YOU? You are just the most annoying little inner voice EVER!"
"For the last time I'm YOU! Stop wasting time arguing with yourself and just go after the girl!"
"No I don't think I will. She probably doesn't even like me anyway."
"Oh it's you is it?" Lily asked turning around to see who it was, talking to her. "What do you want?" James looked at her.
"Well, um, do you mind if I sit down?" he asked.
"It's a free world," Lily answered, dryly. James flopped down onto the ground next to the lake, where Lily had been sitting. There was a pregnant pause.
"Look Lily," James said. "I just wanted to say thanks."
"Thanks for what?" Lily asked. "For starting a whole bunch of rumors about what exactly is going on between us? Or for butting into something that was none of my business?"
"Actually I'm still not quite sure why you did that," James said, softly. "But thanks." There was another long silence. "You were right about Jamie," he commented.
"I know," agreed Lily, laughing slightly. "Female intuition," she explained.
"Um, Lily?" James asked. Lily turned to look at him. "God her eyes are gorgeous!" James thought. "Wait a minute what am I saying? This is Lily Evans. The girl who turned me into a toad in second year. My worst enemy. THAT Lily Evans."
"Well she's not really your worst enemy anymore, now is she?" answered the little voice in his head, smartly.
"Well I guess not but . . ."
"But nothing. You like the girl. Let's face it, what's not to like?" James glanced at Lily, who was looking expectantly at him.
"Well, James, what is it?" she demanded.
"Oh yea," James stammered. "Why DID you do it?" Lily groaned, inwardly. Of all the questions!
"Well," she improvised, quickly. "You know me! I hate the girl. I guess it was just a reason to argue with her." She turned away from James, who was looking, hardly, at her. He nodded. "I'd better go back to the dorm or Bella and Leah will think I've been abducted or something." Strictly that wasn't true. Arabella and Leah were so busy listening to each other's rumors that they'd hardly notice if Lily didn't come back all night.
"Ok. I'll go up as well," James said, getting up as well. "I'll walk you up." Lily nodded, ever so slightly. James watched Lily as she walked ahead of him, picking leaves off the bushes she was passing, every so often.
"She really is beautiful! Even more so than Jamie or any of those bimbos I ever dated. Why didn't I see it before?"
"Because you're so stubborn and pig-headed that you can't even bear to think that you MIGHT have been wrong for once in you're life!"
"Oh shut-up! Where exactly did you come from anyway?"
"Stupid question, James! I'm you. Which is how I know you like Lily. And you do."
"Oh God I guess I do. How awful! She probably hates me anyway!"
"Of course you like her. Sub-consciously you have for ages! Anyway I'm ALWAYS right!"
"Have I always been this up on myself?"
"Yes."
"Just go away and leave me alone!"
"Hey Lily. Wait up." Lily paused to give James a chance to catch up. They had nearly reached the castle at this stage. "Lily," he said, almost gasping for breath. "I don't know why you stuck up for me like you did. I certainly don't deserve it. But thanks." Lily looked up at him. At his chocolate brown eyes, so serious for maybe the first time in his life.
"No problem," Lily whispered, gulping. James leaned down towards her, hesitantly, and kissed her on the lips, warily. He almost collapsed with relief when he realized she was responding. He had been so scared that she would hit him or totally reject him or something. Responding was a good sign wasn't it?!
"Oh my God!" thought Lily. I'm kissing James POTTER!
I'm KISSING James Potter."
"Of course you are, girly. And is it what you've always dreamed it would be?"
"Better! He's wonderful. Does this mean he likes me!!!?"
"That or he just wants some!"
"Oh just go away, would you? You're ruining one of the best experiences of my teenage years."
"Sorry sweetie. No can do. I'm you after all!" Lily pulled away and stared up at James, biting her lower lip.
"Lily I'm SO sorry," James said. "That should not have happened." Lily half nodded.
"What's THAT supposed to mean? Does it mean that he doesn't like me?"
"I told you, girl, he was just trying to get some."
"Oh would you just shut-up, please! This is hard enough without you're smart comments in between."
"You mean YOU'RE smart comments. I AM you!"
"Whatever. Just go away and leave me alone." James was looking at Lily, blankly, and Lily realized that he was still gripping onto her hands. She pulled away from him.
"I'd better go," she whispered. James watched as Lily walked away, shoulders sagging. Did she like him, or what?
"Of COURSE she likes you, dumbass! Why do you think she's walking away as if her heart is breaking otherwise?"
"Because I kissed her and confused her?"
"NO! It's cos she's mad about you. Just trust me and run after her. That's what she wants, believe me!"
"Why should I believe YOU? You are just the most annoying little inner voice EVER!"
"For the last time I'm YOU! Stop wasting time arguing with yourself and just go after the girl!"
"No I don't think I will. She probably doesn't even like me anyway."