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*** Holding Her Hand
The Library at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry was dark and getting rather cold as the time neared curfew, and the old smell of books was suddenly blended with cool night air from outside the large windows.
The few lingering students were hastily scribbling down notes and finishing off essays with flourishes before heading off to the dormitories.
Soon the only occupants were Lily and Madam Tarnpot, each absorbed in their own things. Lily was jotting down whatever particularly fascinating facts she could find about the Lethifold in "Dangerous Nothings and Invisible Foes".
Madam Tarnpot was busy with a futile attempt at finding her pink feather quill, as two third years had been dared to transfigure it into an "unmentionable", and hence Sirius picking it up and eyeing the librarian with a disgusted air before draping it around Peter's head.
Peter never did like pink underwear.
The time ticked slowly behind Madam Tarnpot's crouched figure, and when the clock struck half past "Better consider the lovely, cosy, warm Common Room, curfew's up in about an hour", Lily's head popped up and scanned the now empty halls of the Library. She scanned her parchment to see if she had sufficient material for her essay, and decided to leave before it got too late. It was so dreary there anyway with no one else around. Besides, James coming in all sweaty from Quidditch training was always worth a peek.
She rose from her seat, and gathered her scattered books. With a nod and smile to the flustered Madam Tarnpot, Lily swished out of the Library a little after eight thirty.
The Hogwarts corridors always seemed so big and gloomy at night, the magic walls brimming over with ancient secrets. Lily wasn't afraid, she just liked it better at day, when the sunlight covered the walls, giving the castle a medieval air, and when the paintings weren't whispering.
But, Lily thought, being normal is vastly overrated. The corridors were a lot more exciting with magic in the air, and she wouldn't trade her castle for any muggle school in the world.
As she rounded the corner between the History of Magic classroom and the stairs going down towards the Great Hall, her bag suddenly ripped open, and all her school supplies went plopping to the floor.
"Bloody hell" she murmured irritated.
She reached down for her bag, and inspected the slit in the bottom. She frowned, her bag wasn't that torn? In fact, her bag was in pretty good shape even though she had used it for a year or so already, except for the very obvious tear straight across the bottom of it. Still frowning, she decided there was nothing she could do about it now, and went down on her knees to pick up her belongings.
As she reached for her notebook, she noticed a pair of black shoes standing right in front of her. Boy shoes.
She looked up, and frowned before reaching for her book again. "What are you standing there for, Malfoy?" she asked. "Haven't you ever seen someone picking up her books off the floor in a deserted corridor late at night before?" she asked ironically.
How odd, Malfoy just happening to be around the corner when her bag suspiciously tore open for no particular reason.
"No, actually. Need help?" he smirked.
"Not really" she said, but he was already bending over for her Charms book.
Silence.
Then, just as she grabbed her note from the Library, Malfoy's hand covered hers, seemingly in an attempt to pick up the note himself.
"Sorry" he said, but his hand still stayed. It was warm, and big, but there was no comforting warmth in his eyes.
She looked him directly in his pale eyes, and snatched her note fro under his hands. She stood up, and noticed in the corner of her eye that her possessions were no longer on the floor, but in her grasp, as well as Malfoy's. Patiently she thought it might be best to wait until he decided to hand it back to her, and she shuffled her heavy books so they were lying neatly in her arms.
Malfoy had come closer, but still, no hint that he might think of offering up her Dark Arts book or best quills. She awkwardly noticed she was nearly pinned to the wall, and tried not to look nervous. Malfoy took yet another step closer and she saw him smile evilly when she backed up unconsciously. Suddenly he leaned over, and placed his free hand on the wall behind her, so as to trap her when he handed her the books.
She tried to smile innocently as she placed a delicate hand on them, and her thoughts untrustingly remembering various hexes and curses.
As she tried to take her books though, Malfoy wouldn't let go, and he smirked slightly in what he thought would be an alluring and disarming grin, but that terrified Lily. Hesitantly, she glanced up curiously.
"What do I get for helping the lady in distress?" he tried to charm her.
"Get? What do you mean, "get"? It's called common courtesy, do you want money or something?" Lily said getting a bit riled up.
She didn't like being pressed into a corner like some mouse, it made her uneasy. Like she didn't have control of the situation.
"Ah, so young, and so naïve. No, I don't want your money, Lily." he said, his face closing in on hers.
Lily got angry. She wasn't going to put up with this.
"Lily?! Since when was I Lily to you?! Thanks for the help, but would you PLEASE get out of my FACE, Malfoy!" she said loudly.
She squirmed and tried to push him away, but Malfoy pressed her harder against the wall.
"It's just a kiss, lass", Malfoy said.
Lily couldn't move her hands, or else she would have had her wand out and pointed at his slimy head before he could say: "pucker up".
He leaned in closer, and was just about to kiss her when she turned her head so he only got a mouthful of hair. When he put his hand up to get her red tendrils out of his mouth, she swiftly pushed him away and stepped out of his grasp.
She reached into her pocket to get her wand, but found nothing but a quill instead. She frowned and looked up, and saw Malfoy smirking again at her, tauntingly swishing her wand in the air.
"Looking for this?" he said.
"Give it here", she said firmly.
He just smiled and waved the wand murmuring something inaudible. Lily found herself levitating just a few inches off the ground, slowly towards Malfoy.
- - - - - - - - - - - - -
James stepped out into the cold Scottish night air, after a round of Quidditch practice. His hair was slightly damp from the shower in the Locker Rooms, and his jumper was still not entirely covering his torso yet. He was longing for the warmth of the fire in the Common Room, and possibly the presence of a lovely girl he knew had made somewhat of a promise to look at some Arithmancy figures with him.
He grinned foolishly when he thought of what Sirius might say to that lame excuse to get her attention, but quickened his pace when he realised he didn't care, as long as it happened.
Taking as many steps as he could manage at a time, he panted his way up the many stairs towards Gryffindor Tower so as not to be late for curfew in just a few minutes.
Rounding a corner again, he stopped abruptly and stepped back when he saw two figures standing very close to each other. Not a bloody couple again, he thought vaguely, there had been two others down by the Hufflepuff corridor.
He hated to interrupt such very intimate moments, he always felt like a little boy sneaking a peek at fortunate lovers. He slunk back a bit, and just as he was turning around to find another route, he thought of what he had just seen.
Red hair, and a petite form against a larger male body.
Red hair? Lily? James paled.
Did she have a boyfriend? Was she having secret rendezvous with some sloppy Ravenclaw?
He had to sneak another look; he had to know who the lucky guy was.
Just when he slinked around the corner, he heard a distinct shrill voice: "Stop it you slimy jerk, get your hands off me this instant!"
James immediately jerked up and headed towards his unhappy friend. He grabbed Lily by the cuff of her robes and pulled her towards him, while shooting his hand out against the chest of whoever the dirty git was.
Lily stepped behind James' large frame, and wiped her mouth with her sleeve. James hadn't even looked at her, but set his eyes on Malfoy with a deadly glare. "What the hell do you think you're doing!?" he said, wringing the clothing he'd grabbed just below Malfoy's shoulder. Malfoy had quickly lost his satisfied grin when he felt James' sudden anger gripping at his robes.
Then Malfoy pushed James away, and smirked. "Oh, how unfortunate, Potter got his little girlfriend warmed up by a Slytherin before he got to", Malfoy sneered tauntingly.
James frowned, no matter what girl; he wouldn't let Malfoy discriminate girls without serious retribution.
He drew out his wand, but Malfoy was faster with Lily's wand behind his back.
"Culmare!" he cursed.
But he missed James, by an inch, as the Gryffindor used his speedy Quidditch reflexes and ducked toward Malfoy.
Then he punched him. Hard. With a wand poking out.
Malfoy stumbled backwards, and Lily's wand fell to the floor when he reached for his broken nose with both hands. For a moment he groaned, and James thought he would turn to face Lily.
Then Malfoy scowled, and reached for his own wand.
"Expelliarmus!" James said, and sent Malfoy crashing into the wall.
James looked hard at Malfoy's body slumping against the wall, and turned around finally.
He still had a fuming look, but when he saw Lily his face fell.
Her hair was dishevelled, her lip looked swollen, and she was protectively holding her arms across her chest.
But her eyes were the worst. James looked down at the floor and gulped before looking up again.
Her eyes, those usually bright and happy eyes, were now cold and distant. She looked at him, but she wasn't really looking at him, she was almost gazing toward some inner ghost haunting her.
He didn't dare touch her yet, no matter how much he wanted to, but he called her name softly.
She didn't answer, but she had stiffened and looked him straight in the eye. James was careful not to blink, the last thing he needed was her distrust.
He called her again, and this time a tear slid down her cheeks and she sniffled. She blinked finally, and looked a bit more human again.
Then she got to her senses again, and glowered angrily at the boy lying sprawled at the floor.
"Stupid bastard" she mumbled and wiped away the tear.
James sighed a breath of relief and looked at the floor. All her books were sort of all over the place, and he quickly summoned them all to his arms with his wand.
Then he nodded to Lily and asked if she was ready to go. She cocked her head to the side and went over to him.
Carefully she took his right hand from where he was holding her things and put her hand in his and looked down. She squeezed tightly, and looked up with her normal green sparkly eyes again.
"Now, I'm ready to go", she said smiling thankfully.
James smiled back. Now wasn't that something? He got to be a hero, AND walk away with the girl.
But he only breathed deeply and led Lily towards the tower. They didn't say anything, but both felt they didn't have to, and it was a comfortable silence anyhow.
James glanced at her uncertainly now and then though, just to see if she was really okay.
He stopped in front of a snoozing Fat Lady.
"Are you going to be allright?" he asked concerned.
"Yes, James", she said turning towards him as well.
"Are you sure?"
She smiled softly and leaned in against him in a gentle hug. She turned her face, and then she kissed him on the cheek, mere millimetres from the corner of his mouth.
It was almost just a nuzzle, but James coloured to the roots of his hair. "I'm sure. Thank you, James", she said gratefully.
James wanted to say something, anything, and moreover, he wanted to kiss her back.
But he didn't want her to think he was using her when she was vulnerable, so he bit back his own feelings and valiantly went over to the Portrait hole. He gently prodded the Fat Lady on her shoulder, and she awakened with a grunt.
"What are you silly teenagers doing out after curfew?" she reprimanded. "Smashing pumpkins" James grinned. The Fat Lady shook her head, and swung out to let them in.
Once inside, they spotted the rest of the Marauders doing homework in the far corner.
James was about to head over, when Lily held him back with a hand on his arm.
"Don't tell them", she pleaded. Poor little flower. Didn't want others to worry about her, even when she was so desperate for love and affection.
"They'll understand, Lily."
She bowed her head. When she looked up again, she had a determined air about her, and he knew she was upset.
"All right, I won't breathe a word. But don't you think Malfoy deserves a bit of rough measures?"
"Yes. But you 'roughened' him a bit yourself, and he'll be found by the caretaker, and he'll receive a detention for staying out after curfew. Filch won't ask any questions about his physical state."
"But he-"
"It's the holidays tomorrow anyway. You won't send him home for Christmas with an unrecognisable face!"
"What if we make sure he'll still be recognised?" James joked. Vain attempt at lightening the mood.
"James, you won't get into more trouble than you already are because of me! If Malfoy tells McGonagall that you attacked him, you're in for a rough year, and there goes your shot for Quidditch Captain and head Boy next year."
She sighed. She didn't want to fight him. Not now, she just wanted to hold his hand again, and feel that everything was as it should be.
"I'm tired", she said suddenly. And she looked forlorn and lost again. Like she had lost her conversation thread. Then she glanced up at him.
"You know how I feel about this, don't disappoint me and go on some stupid crusade against the Slytherins", she said and cupped his face in her hand.
"Goodnight, James", she said decidedly. She had, in no uncertain terms, declared that the conversation was over.
"Yeah. G'night", he sighed when she dropped her hand and turned to walk up the stairs to her dormitory.
Stubborn thing didn't know what was best for her, he thought lovingly.
But he wasn't going to go against her word. So he watched her walk up the stairs, and then he headed over to his roommates.
When asked why their common friend was going to bed so early, he merely quoted her when she had said she was tired.
And when they commented on how adorable they had looked coming in through the portrait hole, he just smiled good-naturedly and say they were 'just talking'.
But in his dreams later on, he would not only talk to her, but he'd make her laugh, and he'd kiss her a bit. But mostly he would just hold her hand.
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Okay, the curse Malfoy used is a figment of my imagination, and inspired by the word "culminate" which could mean "finish off" in Funky Terms. The book Lily reads in the Library is also MINE. *Fighting the urge to say "my precioussss" *
Don't know when next chapter is up. soon okay?
Disclaimer: Most usual, and ALL UNUSUAL disclaimers apply.
*** Holding Her Hand
The Library at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry was dark and getting rather cold as the time neared curfew, and the old smell of books was suddenly blended with cool night air from outside the large windows.
The few lingering students were hastily scribbling down notes and finishing off essays with flourishes before heading off to the dormitories.
Soon the only occupants were Lily and Madam Tarnpot, each absorbed in their own things. Lily was jotting down whatever particularly fascinating facts she could find about the Lethifold in "Dangerous Nothings and Invisible Foes".
Madam Tarnpot was busy with a futile attempt at finding her pink feather quill, as two third years had been dared to transfigure it into an "unmentionable", and hence Sirius picking it up and eyeing the librarian with a disgusted air before draping it around Peter's head.
Peter never did like pink underwear.
The time ticked slowly behind Madam Tarnpot's crouched figure, and when the clock struck half past "Better consider the lovely, cosy, warm Common Room, curfew's up in about an hour", Lily's head popped up and scanned the now empty halls of the Library. She scanned her parchment to see if she had sufficient material for her essay, and decided to leave before it got too late. It was so dreary there anyway with no one else around. Besides, James coming in all sweaty from Quidditch training was always worth a peek.
She rose from her seat, and gathered her scattered books. With a nod and smile to the flustered Madam Tarnpot, Lily swished out of the Library a little after eight thirty.
The Hogwarts corridors always seemed so big and gloomy at night, the magic walls brimming over with ancient secrets. Lily wasn't afraid, she just liked it better at day, when the sunlight covered the walls, giving the castle a medieval air, and when the paintings weren't whispering.
But, Lily thought, being normal is vastly overrated. The corridors were a lot more exciting with magic in the air, and she wouldn't trade her castle for any muggle school in the world.
As she rounded the corner between the History of Magic classroom and the stairs going down towards the Great Hall, her bag suddenly ripped open, and all her school supplies went plopping to the floor.
"Bloody hell" she murmured irritated.
She reached down for her bag, and inspected the slit in the bottom. She frowned, her bag wasn't that torn? In fact, her bag was in pretty good shape even though she had used it for a year or so already, except for the very obvious tear straight across the bottom of it. Still frowning, she decided there was nothing she could do about it now, and went down on her knees to pick up her belongings.
As she reached for her notebook, she noticed a pair of black shoes standing right in front of her. Boy shoes.
She looked up, and frowned before reaching for her book again. "What are you standing there for, Malfoy?" she asked. "Haven't you ever seen someone picking up her books off the floor in a deserted corridor late at night before?" she asked ironically.
How odd, Malfoy just happening to be around the corner when her bag suspiciously tore open for no particular reason.
"No, actually. Need help?" he smirked.
"Not really" she said, but he was already bending over for her Charms book.
Silence.
Then, just as she grabbed her note from the Library, Malfoy's hand covered hers, seemingly in an attempt to pick up the note himself.
"Sorry" he said, but his hand still stayed. It was warm, and big, but there was no comforting warmth in his eyes.
She looked him directly in his pale eyes, and snatched her note fro under his hands. She stood up, and noticed in the corner of her eye that her possessions were no longer on the floor, but in her grasp, as well as Malfoy's. Patiently she thought it might be best to wait until he decided to hand it back to her, and she shuffled her heavy books so they were lying neatly in her arms.
Malfoy had come closer, but still, no hint that he might think of offering up her Dark Arts book or best quills. She awkwardly noticed she was nearly pinned to the wall, and tried not to look nervous. Malfoy took yet another step closer and she saw him smile evilly when she backed up unconsciously. Suddenly he leaned over, and placed his free hand on the wall behind her, so as to trap her when he handed her the books.
She tried to smile innocently as she placed a delicate hand on them, and her thoughts untrustingly remembering various hexes and curses.
As she tried to take her books though, Malfoy wouldn't let go, and he smirked slightly in what he thought would be an alluring and disarming grin, but that terrified Lily. Hesitantly, she glanced up curiously.
"What do I get for helping the lady in distress?" he tried to charm her.
"Get? What do you mean, "get"? It's called common courtesy, do you want money or something?" Lily said getting a bit riled up.
She didn't like being pressed into a corner like some mouse, it made her uneasy. Like she didn't have control of the situation.
"Ah, so young, and so naïve. No, I don't want your money, Lily." he said, his face closing in on hers.
Lily got angry. She wasn't going to put up with this.
"Lily?! Since when was I Lily to you?! Thanks for the help, but would you PLEASE get out of my FACE, Malfoy!" she said loudly.
She squirmed and tried to push him away, but Malfoy pressed her harder against the wall.
"It's just a kiss, lass", Malfoy said.
Lily couldn't move her hands, or else she would have had her wand out and pointed at his slimy head before he could say: "pucker up".
He leaned in closer, and was just about to kiss her when she turned her head so he only got a mouthful of hair. When he put his hand up to get her red tendrils out of his mouth, she swiftly pushed him away and stepped out of his grasp.
She reached into her pocket to get her wand, but found nothing but a quill instead. She frowned and looked up, and saw Malfoy smirking again at her, tauntingly swishing her wand in the air.
"Looking for this?" he said.
"Give it here", she said firmly.
He just smiled and waved the wand murmuring something inaudible. Lily found herself levitating just a few inches off the ground, slowly towards Malfoy.
- - - - - - - - - - - - -
James stepped out into the cold Scottish night air, after a round of Quidditch practice. His hair was slightly damp from the shower in the Locker Rooms, and his jumper was still not entirely covering his torso yet. He was longing for the warmth of the fire in the Common Room, and possibly the presence of a lovely girl he knew had made somewhat of a promise to look at some Arithmancy figures with him.
He grinned foolishly when he thought of what Sirius might say to that lame excuse to get her attention, but quickened his pace when he realised he didn't care, as long as it happened.
Taking as many steps as he could manage at a time, he panted his way up the many stairs towards Gryffindor Tower so as not to be late for curfew in just a few minutes.
Rounding a corner again, he stopped abruptly and stepped back when he saw two figures standing very close to each other. Not a bloody couple again, he thought vaguely, there had been two others down by the Hufflepuff corridor.
He hated to interrupt such very intimate moments, he always felt like a little boy sneaking a peek at fortunate lovers. He slunk back a bit, and just as he was turning around to find another route, he thought of what he had just seen.
Red hair, and a petite form against a larger male body.
Red hair? Lily? James paled.
Did she have a boyfriend? Was she having secret rendezvous with some sloppy Ravenclaw?
He had to sneak another look; he had to know who the lucky guy was.
Just when he slinked around the corner, he heard a distinct shrill voice: "Stop it you slimy jerk, get your hands off me this instant!"
James immediately jerked up and headed towards his unhappy friend. He grabbed Lily by the cuff of her robes and pulled her towards him, while shooting his hand out against the chest of whoever the dirty git was.
Lily stepped behind James' large frame, and wiped her mouth with her sleeve. James hadn't even looked at her, but set his eyes on Malfoy with a deadly glare. "What the hell do you think you're doing!?" he said, wringing the clothing he'd grabbed just below Malfoy's shoulder. Malfoy had quickly lost his satisfied grin when he felt James' sudden anger gripping at his robes.
Then Malfoy pushed James away, and smirked. "Oh, how unfortunate, Potter got his little girlfriend warmed up by a Slytherin before he got to", Malfoy sneered tauntingly.
James frowned, no matter what girl; he wouldn't let Malfoy discriminate girls without serious retribution.
He drew out his wand, but Malfoy was faster with Lily's wand behind his back.
"Culmare!" he cursed.
But he missed James, by an inch, as the Gryffindor used his speedy Quidditch reflexes and ducked toward Malfoy.
Then he punched him. Hard. With a wand poking out.
Malfoy stumbled backwards, and Lily's wand fell to the floor when he reached for his broken nose with both hands. For a moment he groaned, and James thought he would turn to face Lily.
Then Malfoy scowled, and reached for his own wand.
"Expelliarmus!" James said, and sent Malfoy crashing into the wall.
James looked hard at Malfoy's body slumping against the wall, and turned around finally.
He still had a fuming look, but when he saw Lily his face fell.
Her hair was dishevelled, her lip looked swollen, and she was protectively holding her arms across her chest.
But her eyes were the worst. James looked down at the floor and gulped before looking up again.
Her eyes, those usually bright and happy eyes, were now cold and distant. She looked at him, but she wasn't really looking at him, she was almost gazing toward some inner ghost haunting her.
He didn't dare touch her yet, no matter how much he wanted to, but he called her name softly.
She didn't answer, but she had stiffened and looked him straight in the eye. James was careful not to blink, the last thing he needed was her distrust.
He called her again, and this time a tear slid down her cheeks and she sniffled. She blinked finally, and looked a bit more human again.
Then she got to her senses again, and glowered angrily at the boy lying sprawled at the floor.
"Stupid bastard" she mumbled and wiped away the tear.
James sighed a breath of relief and looked at the floor. All her books were sort of all over the place, and he quickly summoned them all to his arms with his wand.
Then he nodded to Lily and asked if she was ready to go. She cocked her head to the side and went over to him.
Carefully she took his right hand from where he was holding her things and put her hand in his and looked down. She squeezed tightly, and looked up with her normal green sparkly eyes again.
"Now, I'm ready to go", she said smiling thankfully.
James smiled back. Now wasn't that something? He got to be a hero, AND walk away with the girl.
But he only breathed deeply and led Lily towards the tower. They didn't say anything, but both felt they didn't have to, and it was a comfortable silence anyhow.
James glanced at her uncertainly now and then though, just to see if she was really okay.
He stopped in front of a snoozing Fat Lady.
"Are you going to be allright?" he asked concerned.
"Yes, James", she said turning towards him as well.
"Are you sure?"
She smiled softly and leaned in against him in a gentle hug. She turned her face, and then she kissed him on the cheek, mere millimetres from the corner of his mouth.
It was almost just a nuzzle, but James coloured to the roots of his hair. "I'm sure. Thank you, James", she said gratefully.
James wanted to say something, anything, and moreover, he wanted to kiss her back.
But he didn't want her to think he was using her when she was vulnerable, so he bit back his own feelings and valiantly went over to the Portrait hole. He gently prodded the Fat Lady on her shoulder, and she awakened with a grunt.
"What are you silly teenagers doing out after curfew?" she reprimanded. "Smashing pumpkins" James grinned. The Fat Lady shook her head, and swung out to let them in.
Once inside, they spotted the rest of the Marauders doing homework in the far corner.
James was about to head over, when Lily held him back with a hand on his arm.
"Don't tell them", she pleaded. Poor little flower. Didn't want others to worry about her, even when she was so desperate for love and affection.
"They'll understand, Lily."
She bowed her head. When she looked up again, she had a determined air about her, and he knew she was upset.
"All right, I won't breathe a word. But don't you think Malfoy deserves a bit of rough measures?"
"Yes. But you 'roughened' him a bit yourself, and he'll be found by the caretaker, and he'll receive a detention for staying out after curfew. Filch won't ask any questions about his physical state."
"But he-"
"It's the holidays tomorrow anyway. You won't send him home for Christmas with an unrecognisable face!"
"What if we make sure he'll still be recognised?" James joked. Vain attempt at lightening the mood.
"James, you won't get into more trouble than you already are because of me! If Malfoy tells McGonagall that you attacked him, you're in for a rough year, and there goes your shot for Quidditch Captain and head Boy next year."
She sighed. She didn't want to fight him. Not now, she just wanted to hold his hand again, and feel that everything was as it should be.
"I'm tired", she said suddenly. And she looked forlorn and lost again. Like she had lost her conversation thread. Then she glanced up at him.
"You know how I feel about this, don't disappoint me and go on some stupid crusade against the Slytherins", she said and cupped his face in her hand.
"Goodnight, James", she said decidedly. She had, in no uncertain terms, declared that the conversation was over.
"Yeah. G'night", he sighed when she dropped her hand and turned to walk up the stairs to her dormitory.
Stubborn thing didn't know what was best for her, he thought lovingly.
But he wasn't going to go against her word. So he watched her walk up the stairs, and then he headed over to his roommates.
When asked why their common friend was going to bed so early, he merely quoted her when she had said she was tired.
And when they commented on how adorable they had looked coming in through the portrait hole, he just smiled good-naturedly and say they were 'just talking'.
But in his dreams later on, he would not only talk to her, but he'd make her laugh, and he'd kiss her a bit. But mostly he would just hold her hand.
A/N: Feedback people!!!! Need! ME!
Got reviews? (milk?)
Okay, the curse Malfoy used is a figment of my imagination, and inspired by the word "culminate" which could mean "finish off" in Funky Terms. The book Lily reads in the Library is also MINE. *Fighting the urge to say "my precioussss" *
Don't know when next chapter is up. soon okay?