Ordinary Day

Just a day, Just an ordinary day.
Just tryin to get by.
Just a boy, Just an ordinary boy.
But he was looking to the sky.
And as he ask if I would come along
I started to realize- That everyday you find
Just what he's looking for,
Like a shooting star he shines.

Lily had never had a dream quite like this before. She was warm and happy and- oh, she didn't quite know what the feeling was, only that it was the most wonderful thing she'd ever felt in her life! It was exquisite, this sensation. She knew she had never felt something quite like this ever before, nothing even came close. The girl sighed and snuggled against her dream person, locked in this hug, this embrace of passion. This was how life should be lived! But not how she did so; regulated and maybe even afraid of that freedom. But, in this dream land, she wasn't. Ah, this was the plunge, the freedom she longed for! Her arms dangled around his neck, her heart beat against his own in his muscular chest. His hands were large and comforting, stroking her back as though they had all the time in the world. She ran her own hands through his hair, feeling that she had made it messier than it already was.

He said take my hand,
Live while you can
Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand?

Lily frowned; who did she know… That characteristic fit someone, she just couldn't put a finger on who in her daydreaming state. Maybe she should look up and find out… As though he had read her mind, her dream boy gently untangled himself from her and took her hands in his own. She hesitated a minute, marveling at those beautiful hands before suddenly looking up! Hazel eyes, calm and understanding gazed into her own, a smile in their depths. His hair was the color of the night sky, a shock of black that looked almost windswept. He was smiling, a warm grin that made her heart melt to look at it. Who was he? The part of her mind that was always rational warned her that she was better off forgetting this reverie, and better off not knowing this person.

And as he spoke, he spoke ordinary words
Although they did not feel
For I felt what I had not felt before
You'd swear those words could heal.
And as I looked up into those eyes
His vision borrows mine.
And to know he's no stranger,
For I feel I've held him for all of time.

She pushed through those barriers, telling herself she didn't care and desperately sought the name: when she found it, she rather wished she had just left him in anonymity- even the name 'James Potter' was enough to push her rudely from sleep. She drifted to consciousness but clamped her eyes shut, not wanting to spoil that feeling, even if it was with the odious James Potter! How could other people like him? He was a spoiled, arrogant cretin! Even the teachers seemed to love him and his friends- all of them handsome, smart, and absolutely charming! Well, she amended, not that Peter boy that always tags along with them. But, back to Potter, anyway.

And he said take my hand,
Live while you can
Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
In the palm of your hand.

What made him so likable? She wracked her still sleep blocked brain. Sure, he was handsome- even she could admit that. He was smart, he was athletic… But what made him so charismatic, so dashing? The answer came to her suddenly: confidence! He always went around as though he owned the world! But, not just that; it was that he never doubted himself, not ever. He would go against the crowd, against his friends if he wanted to do it, or knew that it was generally the right thing to do. She smiled to herself- that was a quality she looked for in anyone she had even considered dating. She had never found that kind of confidence, only arrogance. That Potter, he always seemed to know what he was looking for, even when he stared up at nothing, dreaming. Driven, almost.

Please come with me,
See what I see.
Touch the stars for time will not flee.
Time will not flee.
Can you see?

Lily suddenly realized she was thinking about Potter in a positive light. She opened her eyes and made to sit up but was stopped by a heavy presence around her delicate waist. She looked down; was that an arm? The girl glanced around the room confusedly, realizing she was in the Gryffindor common room. What was she doing here and who was holding her so possessively, and yet so tenderly? She turned gently and froze. She was lying against the sleeping James Potter! What had happened last night? Memories flooded back to her: disgust as Potter had sat down beside her on the couch as she read by the fire, outrage as suddenly Potter slumped against the arm of the chair as he was hit by a powerful sleep spell, surprise as she turned and saw Sirius Black standing behind her, anger as he grinned broadly and hit her with the same sleep charm, and wonder as she fell asleep, wonder at what they were trying to do. No need to speculate anymore. Potter mumbled something in his sleep and she realized it that was her name on his sleeping lips.

Just a dream, just an ordinary dream.
As I wake in bed
And the boy, that boy, that ordinary boy.
Or was it all in my head?
Did he ask if I would come along
It all seemed so real.
But as i looked to the door,
I saw that boy standing there with a deal.
And he said he my take my hand,

She looked down at him, softer now; he would not have had anything to do with this. He relatively respected her, in their seventh year, realizing that their strained relationship must now become professional as the Head Boy and Head Girl. She lay back again against his frame, not wishing to disturb him. All her life she had looked for her someone, a person as focused, as tenacious as she. And now, she finally began to see this person had been in front of her all along. Who was more insistent than Potter? He never gave up; not when he didn't understand something, not when he seemed to be losing, not when she refused him.

Live while you can,
Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
Right in the palm of your hand,
Right in the palm of your hand.

She closed her eyes and turned her cheek to lay on his chest. Potter was always saying to never give up, to never hold back. Was she the one suppressing her life? This boy, he stood there, beckoning in her dreams and in her life, even as he slept, to follow him, to take that jump into truly living! As she again drifted off into slumber, she began to think that maybe, just maybe, she should take that offered hand and learn to live life- life the way that she should…

Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just tryin to get by.
Just a boy, Just an ordinary boy.
But he was looking to the sky.

A/N: This will be my last fic for a little bit as I try to keep up with school and not flunking my physics class (yeah, my parents wouldn't be thrilled). So, while I'm away, leave me lots of pretty reviews encouraging me to return with another fluffy fic or threatening me to never return (at which I'll probably laugh like a hyena).While you're waiting, I highly recommend any of the authors/stories in my favorites- all of them are awesome! Review for me, lovely peoples!