Chapter Three: The Power of a Kiss
Lily was fuming when she entered her dormitory. She let her books on the floor and threw herself on her bed facing the ceiling.
The nerve of that guy! What was he thinking trying to kiss her?
She ran her fingers through her lips. The contact had only lasted an instant, but she could still feel his lips brushing hers. You could have at least let him finish the whole thing, she thought rolling her eyes.
What are you talking about Lily Evans? Are you insane? This is James Potter you're talking about! He is selfish and arrogant, and clearly don't care about other people's feelings… yes, she said that before. She said it to his face. But whose feelings was she talking about?
Don't even go there. She was not going to start giving names to the long list of complex "things" James Potter made her feel.
But today he seemed so sincere. She could feel the warmth in his voice. His eyes were searching deep inside her soul. He kissed her. She closed her eyes and remembered. His eyes, his head getting closer, his lips against hers, she felt his hand moving up to her shoulder… and then…
Oh! Stop thinking about that stupid boy! I better go to the library and get some work done.
When Lily walked down the stairs to the common room, she spotted James sitting in a corner with Sirius, Remus and Peter. She did her best to ignore them but just as she was passing in front of them, she couldn't help but looking in their direction, they were all staring at her. Sirius was talking, but she couldn't hear what he was saying. James made a pathetic attempt of a smile, but there was something in his eyes.
Did he look hurt? She shook her head and kept walking. Don't flatter yourself. He couldn't care less about you.
And as she was crawling out of the portrait hole, a thought crossed her mind. Did he tell them? Did he dare talk about what happened?
Oh! I really hate him!