A/N: Wow writers block has begun kicking in.
Disclaimer I do not own Harry Potter. I also do not own Savage Garden's lyrics (their songs really help me out a lot in this story.)
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Dear Father,
Firstly, I would like to wish you a happy Christmas, though this letter is a day or so late. I enjoyed the wonderful gifts that mother and you chose to give me.
"Even though you know I don't like reading." James glowered at the books his parents had sent him and then continued to write.
Sirius, Remus, Peter and I have been doing well and attempting to stay out of trouble.
"Though you know that's a lie."
The four of us have made a new friend. She is intriguing, inspirational, independent, insightful, and most of all, in a social class YOU would approve of. I think you will greatly enjoy her presence over the spring holidays, since I have invited her (as well as the other three) to stay at our manor. We have enough rooms for them; so don't try getting out of it by claiming we don't. Besides, their parents have already been consented and there's no turning back now.
"Can't say no now," he exclaimed to himself, proud of his scheme. He had, obviously, not asked any of his four friends to stay with him during the spring holidays, but felt that it was better to trick his parents into agreeing first.
Once again, happy Christmas.
Your son,
James
He had never, as far back as he could remember, told his parents "Love James," or even breathed the word to them. In public, they made it seem that they loved and cared for each other, but really James felt nothing for his parents. All they cared about was social status, money, and power. It was a wonder to James why they hadn't become Death Eaters.
Probably because there's no money involved.
James had, in his letter, made sure not to say just WHO the girl he had become friends with was, and planned on not letting his parents know her real name until AFTER they accepted her.
"After all, it's just a name," he mumbled.
"'What's in a name? That which we call a rose/ By any other word would smell just as sweet,'" Lily quoted behind him, making him jump. "'So Romeo would were he not Romeo called/ Retain that dear perfection which he owes/ Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name/ And, for thy name, which is no part of thee/ Take all myself.'"
"I never realized how poetic Shakespeare was until I met you," James smiled. Lily pulled up a chair next to him.
They sat in the library, where James had gone for some peace of mind from Sirius. Last he checked, his friend was raving about some girl who called him some rather nasty names when he called her a tease.
Lily smiled warmly at him. "Decepting thy own parents?"
James laughed. "Thy perception ought be praised, for thou art brilliant."
Lily snorted. "You bring shame to early modern English."
"And you bring shame to us Shakespeare haters."
Madam Pince hushed at them to be quiet.
Lily lowered her voice to a whisper. "Shakespeare was a wonderful writer."
"Shakespeare was a prat."
"You're just jealous because he knew how to get a girl."
"Excuse me?" James scoffed. "I can get any girl I want."
"You haven't gotten me."
"Who said I wanted you?"
"Fine then," Lily smiled, "I guess we'll NEVER be together. Goodbye." She stood up, but James grabbed her wrists.
"NO! I was joking. I want you Lily Evans. I want you so badly."
"JAMES!" Lily gasped. "You perverted little…"
James glared at her, about to say something when Madam Pince came over to them and yelled at them to get out. In the flurry, James forgot his retort.
"Why were you there anyway?" James asked while they walked to the owlery.
"Sheer boredom," she replied.
"Ran out of books to
read?"
"Duh."
The rest of their trip was spent in a comfortable silence. While there, the owls broke the comfort of the quiet and both found something burning within them.
Lily found a burning desire to run away from James.
James found a burning desire to lunge at Lily, covering her with (a little bit more than) kisses.
But neither did what their minds were screaming to do.
While they walked down the stairs, Lily's legs yelled at her to take a different route while James's legs yelled at him to carry her all the way back to Gryffindor tower.
And still, both ignored the shouts.
When they reached the front doors, Lily's gut told her to dash out the doors while James's gut told him to take Lily into the nearest empty classroom and kiss her passionately.
But they still did nothing.
When they reached the common room, Lily ran to her dormitory without a word being said.
"Jamesy!" Sirius exclaimed. "Up for a game of exploding snap?"
"Not right now Sirius," James grumbled. "I'm off to take a shower, a nice…cold…shower…"
Sirius stifled a snort. "You could always dive headfirst into a snow back," he offered, not bothering to hide his grin.
"Yeah I should throw YOU headfirst into a snow bank," James threatened while storming off to the boy's shower rooms.
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Lily stared onto the completely white grounds, untouched and undisturbed. The sun shone for the first time in a week, reflecting on the snow blindingly.
Unfortunately, classes were to resume the following day. Lily sighed dejectedly and continued to fiddle with her wand. The wood felt warm under her fingertips and a tingling sensation erupted through her body.
She found that she couldn't stay with James for long periods of time since, whenever she did, she felt an urge to run away.
James had taken to taking long, cold showers every morning and night, each day he spent with Lily.
Both hoped that their phase would pass over soon.
Sirius couldn't resist pointing it out to James each time Lily passed by them, just to spite his friend. By that last day of holidays, Remus and Peter had to hold James down from tearing Sirius into a million pieces.
"At least Lily doesn't notice," Remus attempted to comfort James.
"Yeah but everyone else sure does," James groaned, "and someone's bound to point it out eventually."
Remus was trying very hard not to laugh. "Well…she'd definitely be flattered."
James stormed out of the room grumbling.
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I'll be your dream
I'll be your wish
I'll be your fantasy
I'll be your hope
I'll be your love
Be everything that you need
James felt silly listening to this song, yet it somehow related to his feelings.
I'll love you more with every breath
Truly madly deeply do
The song had an essence to it, one that made him smile.
I will be strong
I will be faithful
'Cause I'm counting on
A new beginning
A reason for living
A deeper meaning
Lily didn't know he was there, while she stood leaning over the windowsill, staring longingly out it. She looked so serene, so Goddess-like that James found himself falling in love all over again.
I want to stand with you on a mountain
I want to bathe with you in the sea
I want to lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me
That was just how he felt with Lily, this need to protect her, be with her, hold her.
And when the stars are shining brightly in the velvet sky
I'll make a wish, send it to heaven
Then make you want to cry
The tears of joy
For all the pleasure and the certainty
American muggle music really wasn't that bad. This song made him feel calm and at ease.
That we're surrounded
By the comfort and protection of
The highest power
In lonely hours
The tears devour you
A voice joined into the song, strong and beautiful, one he recognized as Lily's.
Oh can't you see it baby
You don't have to close your eyes
'Cause it's standing right before you
All that you need will surely come
Lily's voice was soft and fragile, as beautiful as the most vivid sunrise and as sad as a dove's last cry.
I'll be your dream
I'll be your wish
I'll be your fantasy
James's breath was felt on the back of her neck when he sung those words. He wrapped his arms around her waist and they slowly moved together to the words.
I'll be your hope
I'll be your love
Be everything that you need
I'll love you more with every breath
Truly madly deeply do
I want to stand with you on a mountain
I want to bathe with you in the sea
I want to lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down over me
I want to stand with you on a mountain
I want to bathe
With you in the sea
I want to live like this forever
Until the sky falls down over me
They finished the song, voices in beautiful harmony, bodies in perfect unison, and though the song was over, neither made an attempt to move.
Lily knew that was how she was destined to be, caressed in James's arms dancing to a song that still flowed through them though no one else could hear it.
But not yet.
Though her body pleaded her to remove herself from James's grasp, she didn't move. She was the way she wanted to be, the person who ignored the silence of her body and listened to beating of her heart.
Just wait a little longer.
She didn't want to wait. Something within her longed to be this way forever, safe in James's arms.
Patience is the only way this'll work out.
She had been patient for three years. How much longer did time need? Those three years would never be regained. There was no chance for her to relive every moment, every memory, and change them so that she could be with James, the way she was meant to be.
And finally, after an eternity (that was only a minute) of serenity, Lily removed herself from James's hold. No words were even whispered in fear that it would ruin the passion apparent in the atmosphere.
James kissed her hand and stared adoringly into her eyes before walking out of her dormitory, just as Lily's roommates walked in.
After all, timing was everything.