Chapter 3
"What do you mean?" he asked, confused.
"Well… Everyone thinks I hate you…"
"Don't you?"
"I don't know… not as much as I thought I did. You know, you haven't done that stupid thing with your hair once this whole time."
"Oh, that –" he grinned, and waved a hand dismissively. "That is so third year."
She giggled. "Um… yeah – and fourth, and fifth, and sixth…"
"But this year, there's an all new me!" He said this last in the deep voice of a muggle television announcer, and Lily smiled.
"I guess I never really took the time to get to know you… hmmm…why exactly do I feel a muggle song coming on?"
"Getting to know you… Getting to know all about you…" James crooned.
"How do you know that?"
"Hey, I get around… er, not like that. I mean I've seen some muggle movies too. Sirius rented The King and I because he thought it was some kind of muggle porn…" He chuckled at the memory, and she erupted into laughter, imagining Sirius Black's disappointment. Then she sighed.
"I guess we should really finish these essays."
James nodded, but didn't pick up his quill. Instead, he reached out his hand, slowly, and let it rest on top of Lily's. She sucked in her breath, and looked up, her emerald green eyes meeting his deep brown ones. Then he pushed the books that were between them off to the side, and he scooted over, so he was sitting just behind her. She sighed again, and tossed her parchment and quill of to the side. Then…
To be continued…