Disclaimer: If I owned the great characters of Harry Potter, do you really think I would be writing fan fiction?
Lily Evans tossed and turned in her four-poster bed, trying to sleep. She hadn't gotten a good night's sleep in several weeks. She constantly fell asleep during her classes and a few times at lunch.
The redhead gave up on trying to sleep and laid on her back, emerald eyes wide open. She listened to Patty Collins snoring, Samantha Dobson's light breathing, and Amber Young muttering something in her sleep. Lily smiled slightly. Her best friend was apparently having a dream about Remus. Lily tried hard not to listen as Amber unintentionally let her know what she was dreaming about.
The seventh year climbed out of bed and crossed the room to the door. She stubbed her toe on something, most likely something of Amber's, and swore.
"Whozair?" Samantha said sleepily, sitting up.
"No one. Go back to sleep, Sam," Lily said softly.
"'K." Samantha was asleep before her head hit the pillow.
Lucky, Lily thought as she watched the girl sleep away. She tiptoed down to the Gryffindor common room, more carefully this time, and looked around. The house-elves had already cleaned up the common room except one table. Someone was sleeping with pieces of parchment and books scattered around.
James Potter.
Lily's heart skipped a beat and her throat tightened. She swallowed hard and crept over to where he was sleeping. His glasses were lying on the other side of the table and he was using a Defense Against the Dark Arts book as a pillow. His lips were parted slightly and curved upward into a small smile. Lily found herself smiling. He was so cute when he was asleep.
She decided to leave him alone and sat at one of the other tables. She had accidentally left her schoolbag in the common room earlier so she pulled out some parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink. She dipped her quill in the ink and started to write.
Some people live for the fortune
Some people life just for the fame
Some people live for the power, yeah
Some people live just to play the game
Dear James,
I know that you're probably surprised to be reading a letter from me of all people. To be perfectly honest, I'm surprised I'm writing this myself. The world works in odd ways, doesn't it?
Some people think that the physical things
Define what's within
And I've been there before
But that life's a bore
So full of the superficial
There is a point in this letter; I'm just going to avoid it for a while. Please read the whole thing, James. Do you remember when we met? On the train coming to Hogwarts for our first year? That was a rather awkward ride, wasn't it? You, Sirius, Remus, Peter, Snape, and I didn't know each other and we spent most of the time trying to make conversation until you and Sirius had to set off that Dungbomb. At least the Head Boy heard me screaming at you and got the stink to go away. Now that I think about it, it was pretty funny.
Some people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If I ain't got you baby
If I ain't got you baby
I know, I know, you're probably laughing at me right now but I'm used to people laughing at me so I really don't care that much. Yeah, people do laugh at me. I don't have a perfect world like you do, James. People laugh at me instead of with me. Mostly because there's one group of boys who like to pull pranks on me and one of them likes to humiliate me by asking me out every time he sees me. Do you know who he is?
Some people search for a fountain
That promises forever young
Some people need three dozen roses
And that's the only way you prove you love them
Alright, I'm not going to start being mean to you in a letter. But that did seriously tick me off. This year, though, you've been acting different. Did you finally realize that being a jerk wasn't the best strategy to win me over? Or did you just grow up? Actually, don't bother to answer that. It's none of my business.
Hand me the world on a silver platter
And what good would it be
With no one to share
With no one who truly cares for me
I'm going to get to the point since you're probably going crazy wondering why I'm writing to you. Especially since I've hated you for the last six years. I guess what I'm trying to say, James, is that I've started to like you. A lot, actually.
Some people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain't got you baby
You're so much nicer to everyone and you've limited asking me out to once a week. It's been getting harder and harder to keep saying no. I never thought I'd actually consider going on a date with you. Hell, I've never even considered willingly being within two feet of you. It's harsh but it is the truth.
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you, you, you
A few boys have asked me out this year (most likely because they don't think you'll Transfigure them into toads) but I turned them down. And they were boys I've been hoping would ask me out!
Some people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain't got you baby
I've caught myself, and other have caught me too, staring at you during class. Of course, I denied it and said I was staring out the window or something like that. What else could I do? Admit that I was watching you take notes?
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you, yeah
Oops. I didn't mean to say that. Oh well. I'm not going to scratch it out. Why should I? You've seen me looking at you before. I love that eyebrow raise, small smile thing of yours. Did you see me blushing?
I feel like such an idiot. Here I am talking about me staring at you and you probably only ask me out anymore because it's more of a game to you and your friends. When you see me tomorrow, just hit me with a book or something. I'll be hiding in the library all day. You won't be able to miss me.
I'm going to close this letter now. I've said all I needed to say and I feel like a ten-ton truck has been lifted from my shoulders. I'm going to place this underneath the book you're sleeping on and hope that no one else sees it before you do.
Love,
Lily Evans
Lily folded the letter and wrote 'James' on the outside of the letter. She carefully picked the DADA book slightly and slipped the letter underneath it. James stirred but didn't wake, to Lily's relief.
Before she lost her nerve, she kissed his cheek lightly and went back to the girls' dormitory. She slept better that night than she had in ages.
A/N: What do you think? Fluffy, eh? The song was 'If I Ain't Got You' by the wonderful Alicia Keys. Review, please! (I might add another chapter with James's reaction to the letter and what he does. Depends on how many reviews I get and if people want me to.)