A/N - this just popped into my head and whether it's good or not is up to you. it's kind of short but yeah please review
Disclaimer: i own not even an inch of JK Rowling's wonderous world of Potterness.
To be A Lily and James fanfiction
This can't be happening. Not to me, not to Lily Evans. It's just not possible. In fact, it's downright impossible. I can't let this happen. Mark my words for I make this vow; I Lily Evans will not ever fall for James Potter.
After almost six years of refusing him, dashing his hopes, and insulting his very being, you'd think I'd be immune to the famous Potter charm.
Who would have thought that James Potter had a soft side? I myself only found out recently when he let his guard down and quit his tough guy act. He not only showed me but wore it in the open for the world to see.
And who would have known it to affect me like this? To leave me with a confusing mix of emotions. Did I feel resentful, tenderness, a sense of caring or even, dare I admit it, longing.
The strange longing to be wrapped in James Potter's arms, to be held and talked to with sweet words underneath the moon.
I mustn't think these things for to think them would be to admit that I fancy him. That is of course preposterous and incorrect.
Every year James Potter gets worse. Every year as he asks me out he gets harder and harder to resist. Each year his ridiculous pranks became harder and harder not to laugh at. And each year my unwilling heart gives a little piece of itself away to my sworn enemy James Potter.
I don't like him. For sure I don't. None of the signs are there. I don't melt when he passes as do the silly girls just hoping to capture his attention for a minute. I don't swoon when he flies by on his broomstick. I don't treat the ground he walks on as that deserving of a god.
But then again, those aren't true symptoms of falling for someone. They are merely plys to appear as though you care more about him than anyone else.
If I were one of those girls, which I'm not and I fancied him, which I don't then I would show my affection in ways much simpler. I would write a letter of my emotions just simple enough to let them show. Or I would leave a subtle message for him, a puzzle for him to figure out.
He's not all that bad now that I think of it. James Potter is a dear once you look past his goofy way of trying to impress you. It's sweet of him, in a way.
Maybe I do fancy James Potter. And maybe, just maybe the next time he asks me out I might just say yes. Because I might find that maybe I do enjoy his company. And if that happens then maybe I might just find out that there's more to James Potter than meets the eye.
The End
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