He Watched Her, She Watched Him

All History of Magic Professors (alive or dead), James Potter, Lily Evans, the love that binds them, belongs to Jo Rowling. Thank you.

By Padfoot

Now, tell me what you think of this. It might be a bit diffrent from what I usually do, but I'm not the one to ask. I really want to hear some reviews on this. Well, see some.Okay, this is a One-Shot fic, although withfurther thought and time Imaywrite a little more to this. But it'll be awhile. I listened to jazz music while writing this, which may have been why I decided to do it in a different style than I usually do. Almost no dilouge. Or whatever. Just read it.-Padfoot

He looked over at her as she chewed the end of her quill before writing notes from the lecture that their History of Magic Professor was currently giving them. He watched her as she pulled a lock of her gorgeously red hair behind her ear. He saw her as she put away her books, as she hummed a tune to herself. Her observed how she walked; watched how her hair sways as she took each step. He saw her walk away, he watched her go.

She looked back at him just to take a glance, to make sure he didn't get a day older overnight. She saw how he pretended he wasn't, and yet in her heart she knew he was. She saw the look in his deep hazel eyes. She could tell by the way he smiled the way he laughed, the way he said 'hello.' She watched him as he combed his fingers through his hair before he began to walk away. She listened to the way he spoke, as she longed to be with him, but she just kept on walking.

He knew the way she ate, he eyed the way she used a fork. He saw how her lips touched the glass. He saw her pass a glance at him from across the table. He felt her eyes watching him as he took his cup, as he took a sip, and dared himself to look up. He noticed her eyes were no longer his way, but flashing and twinkling out of laughter. He watched as she laughed, as he always loved to see her do.

She looked up into his eyes, and gave him a nod. She watched as his eyes widened as he gave her a wave of the hand. She watched as he wiped off his face, as he stood up, finished from eating. She gazed upon his face, at his unblemished, thin face, topped off with a mop of raven-black hair. She saw how his hair stuck up at the back, how it ruffled a bit when he spoke. She was just beginning to see how beautiful he really was.

His heart skipped a beat when she walked next to him. He got chills down his spine when her sleek hair brushed his side. He was happy until the crowd jumbled and they were apart. He looked for her face, as he knew it quite well. He yearned to look into her crisp green eyes. He wished to make that face laugh, to fill it with joy. Before long he may see that face again, longing for him.

She walked up the stairs along, not feeling joy, nor loss. She didn't know what it was. She was happy just thinking about him, though. She was happy just by hearing his voice in her head. She could feel his enthusiasm inside of her at the mere memory of him. She was beginning to see why she was crazy about him. She questioned how anyone couldn't be. She wondered how anyone couldn't enjoy his company. So was so far into remembering him, that she could feel his hand on her shoulder.

There it was. James Potter was standing behind her, eyes staring into hers. Lily smiled warmly. She wrapped her arms around him and embraced James into a hug. James smiled and closed his eyes.

"Did I ever tell you that I love you?" he told her as he buried his face in her glossy hair.

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