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Say Something

The story of Lily Evans falling in the pit they call love. Rated T for language might change to M in later chapters.

Recap:

"Right so we have decided that you two will be patrolling the corridors every other night from ten to one in the morning starting on Monday." I could feel myself get sleepy just by him saying that. Potter stood and nodded. McGonagall's eyebrows rose as she watched Potter walk out and then looked at me. I knew I silent dismissal when I saw one. I nodded towards both Professors and walked out. Surprisingly Potter was waiting at the bottom of the steps for me. We walked back in an uncomfortable silence and he stopped as we approached our head dormitory,

"Well see you Monday." He said tilting his head towards me and walking down the hallway. I narrowed my eyes as I watched him go. What was he scheming? Probably something evil. Potter is evil. He probably suggested the un-godly hours to Dumbledore just to make me suffer through class the next day. Damn him. Damn that evil son of a bi-

"Excuse me? Are you going to stand out there or come in?" The painting said impatiently. I glared at it and said the password still mumbling curses at Potter.

The days before patrolling swept by unfairly fast leaving me standing outside the Gryffindor common room on Monday at five minutes to ten waiting for Potter to come out. Needless to say I was not thrilled to be spending a large amount of time with Potter outside of class work. Elle on the other hand could not shut up about it. She thought it would be an eye opening experience for me. She seemed to ignore me when I asked what my eyes were opening for.

I looked at my watch again right before the portrait swung open letting the light, warmth, and noise from the common room spill out across the hall. The painting snapped shut and all the entered with the opening left leaving it cold and dark,

"Lets just get this over with," I mumbled more to myself then to Potter who had opened his mouth to say something. He automatically shut it and began to lead the way down the hall.

It was around eleven thirty when Potter first acknowledged my presence. It had gotten colder as we left the top tower and began walking lower and lower into the castle. I guess I must have shivered or something because Potter shrugged off his cloak and draped it over my shoulders. I opened my mouth to say, 'Get your ruddy cloak off me,' but stopped when he shook his head and continued to walk down to the dungeons. I tried searching his face for some evil trick he had hidden in his cloak, but Potter would avoid my gaze. His face was rock hard and no expression was seen in his eyes. Damn him. What was he hiding from me? I glared at the back of his head and continued to follow. We returned a little before one not finding anyone. Actually Potter had walked to the head dormitories, said the password, and held the painting open as I walked through. I turned around and Potter looked at me with a look I couldn't quiet register,

"See you tomorrow." He said shutting the portrait. I pressed my ear the back of the painting to hear Potter sigh and his feet as he walked away.

The next morning Elle was sitting at the Gryffindor table bouncing up and down, "So!" She squealed. I raised an eyebrow and dropped my beg behind my seat before sitting down,

"So what?" I asked knowing well what she was talking about. Elle groaned,

"Last night?" She answered. I poured some porridge into my bowl and started eating,

"What about last night?" I asked not looking up at her. She let out an aggravated noise,

"You know full well what I'm talking about Lily Evans." Elle said her hands flat on the table,

"Nope," I said ignoring her completely after that. In truth I didn't really no what to say. What was she expecting a full blown love scene like the pitiful books and dreams that she hopes will come soon for her one day? I snorted like that would ever happen. What was I supposed to tell her, that it went fine? That we didn't say anything to each other except his parting words? That he gave me his cloak when I was cold? No. I would not tell her that. She would squeal like a young pig and want complete and full details on what happened and why I ended up with his cloak. I rolled my eyes. Stupid Elle.

My thoughts were interrupted by Elle standing up and poking me fairly hard between the eyes,

"Classes." She grunted not waiting for me to collect my stuff. She shouldn't be angry at me. She knew full well that I wouldn't tell her even if Potter and I had done something more…ew…shut up Lily worse thoughts ever.

I sat in the back next to Elle, who sniffed and tossed her un-shiny hair behind her back ignoring me, but something in my bag caught her eye and she turned. She pointed at my bag and then back at me,

"I'm sure you have no idea what I am talking about." She stated turning towards her book and ignoring me again. What was she talking about? I turned to look at my bag and saw Potter's cloak sticking out of it. Damn. I had meant to give it back to him last night, but he left to quickly.

I looked around and saw the Marauders enter with a very subdued looking Potter and very weak looking Remus. Black raised an eyebrow at something Pettigrew said and began laughing. I stood up taking the cloak out of my bag and walking over to wear Potter sat down. Black stopped laughing as he saw me approach and sneered. Remus eyed the cloak and me wearily. Potter turned from Pettigrew and watched me walk up to him. Talking seemed to stop in the room as everyone watched me drop the cloak in front of Potter,

"Thanks." I muttered before turning around and going back to my seat. Elle was already staring at me with wide eyes. I ignored her gaze and flipped open my book. When the lesson had begun I chanced a glance at Potter who had his book open, but was looking straight at me. I raised an eyebrow at him and he nodded at me before turning around towards the professor. Black seemed to be watching and glared at me before poking Potter in the rips and looking at him funny. I turned to Elle to see if she noticed any of this, but she was staring off into space a little bit of drool hanging from her mouth. Shaking my head I began to take notes. Another day filled with blandness.

Yet again I found my self leaving the warm and light of the head common room planning on meeting Potter out side the Gryffindor one, but saw him standing outside the portrait waiting for me. I was about to say that he could of come in, seeing as it was his too, but he cut me off, by walking down the corridor. I followed pulling my extra cloak around my self. He eyed my action reaching for the clasp on his own, but I shook my head and looked straight ahead. Once again our time together passed in complete silence. That's how it was the rest of the week. It had always ended with Potter walking to the dorm with me and saying, 'see you tomorrow.' I would nod and wait for him to close the portrait door before pushing my ear against it and listening to him sigh and walk away. Little did I know at the time that I too was sighing with him.

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