The Art of Falling.
Brushing away a tear that started to run down my cheek at its own accord, James placed my hand over his heart. Then taking both of hishands and placing them on either sides of my face and lacing his fingers through the strands falling to the front, he tilted my head up to look at him in the eyes. Emerald against Hazel. Taking a deep breath he whispered, "I love you," and kissed me. Then I stopped worrying about breathing all together.
I had one question running through my mind: Was Dumbledore on drugs of some sort? Yeah, I know the guy has an obsession with sweets and has that merry ol' twinkle in his eye and everything, but seriously, JAMES POTTER was Head Boy.
Saying I was mildly surprised would be a major understatement. In fact it would be the understatement of the year, "you have to be kidding me, how much did your parents pay Dumbledore for this?"
"My dearest Lily-kins, not a dollar. I earned this one all on my own. It's just how you roll the dice, you know what I mean," he stated with a wink.
Yeah, roll the dice...stupid ass.
"Potter, shut up and lets get this done. I don't want to spend any more time with you than necessary."
"Oh, but are you forgetting Lils? We share dorms now...we share a common room, study room, bathrooms, a door leading to our chambers where we will make sweet, sweet-" he started, only to be cut off with a elbow to the stomach from lovely Me.
I do dared to say that shut him up for a while. The meeting went by slowly, seeing as that I had attended plenty since 5th year. I read the prefects their rights for punishment and patrolling. They were all disappointed to learn that no prefects were going to be issued the midnight patrol, that would be James and I's job. Which we all know, that James and I get along sooooooo well.
As the meeting came to a close I started to realize something, James hadn't pulled one prank on me yet. Usually by this time every year, I had something wrong with my appearance. His favorite was turning my hair fire-engine red. Seeing as it was only an auburn-like color, people tended to make jokes such as the infamous "firecrotch" joke. Which I appreciated more and more with time.
"Okay so, that's about it I think. Do well in school, don't screw around too much, and make sure you do your jobs," James said as the meeting was ending.
As the prefects were leaving, Lupin leaned over and said in a staged whisper, "Oh my dearest Prongs, you are the one who must stay out of trouble. That's not a problem seeing as you're a perfect gentleman."
I had to laugh at that one. James. A perfect gentleman. My ass.
"You really think you can say he is a perfect gentleman...he is a little too barbaric for that
title I do believe," I stated in a voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Honestly Lils, I'm not all that bad am I. I am just a little rough around the edges sometimes and I get into trouble occasionally, but that is nothing at all compared to some people." James defended.
"Lets remember Potter, you are not other people."
With that said I decided it was time for me to exit as well. I was feeling slightly tired and a touch snappy. Not a really good mix when dealing with Potter, it always seemed to end up in hexes being cast.
Strolling along back to my cabin, I began to wonder. Why hadn't Potter been a prick yet? Was he just running on his "Nice Boy" reserves because he had been at home on summer holidays for way too long. Or was it that he maybe was changing and possible growing up. I couldn't really help but not notice how good he looked. He was James Potter, it was impossible not to notice him. For a long time I suppose I didn't notice how good looking he was. I was blind to how his eyes seemed to twinkle when he laughed and how whenever someone talked about quidditch he looked like a little boy on Christmas morning.
Wait. Little Boy on Christmas morning. What the hell was wrong with me.
Just as I was beginning to contemplate that I heard a shout from behind down the corridor, "Lily! Wait up!." It was the prat himself. Speak of the devil.
Whipping around determined to forget where my thoughts had just been I yelled back in an irritated voice, "What do you want Potter?"
"Two things. You forgot your bag in the compartment, and also Dumbledore wants to
see us after the feast." He smiled, "Oh and by the way, I loved the piece the Prophet did on you this summer when you interned at St. Mungos. I had no idea you wanted to be a healer."
Completely stunned I actually was polite and out to the ordinary nice. "Oh thanks," I said blushing. Oh my God. I was blushing. " I actually don't want to be a healer. I've been thinking about becoming a Auror, but you have to intern to do that work, you need to know a little bit of everything I suppose."
"You want to be an Auror. That's insane, me too. You know, my Dad is one and my Grandpa was one too, so it's kinda like a family thing. Dad doesn't like to talk about his work very often, I just catch snippets of conversations of him speaking to my Mum."
Impressed I smiled genuinely, "Well, you better do well on your testing then. They don't just let anyone be an Auror these days, with Voldemort rising and all."
It was a very nice moment we had. Weird, but nice I suppose. It was almost like we had been friends forever and this was just another normal day in the world. I didn't know what to think, maybe he had grown up a touch. I couldn't help but notice the way he'd grown up in other ways. He had really filled out in the summer past. I could tell the difference in things. He had gotten even taller than before and built up a little more. He face held the very handsomely boyish scruff around his cheeks, showing that he hadn't shaved in a day or so. He had his dress shirt that he wore under his robes uncuffed and rolled up to near his elbows. His tan hands and muscular arms showing. He had beautiful hands I noted at that moment.
I must have stared a little to long at his hands because after a few seconds those hands came to lay under my chin and apply the slightest amount of pressure, forcing my eyes up. He had beautiful eyes. Dark, hazel eyes, with a fringe of black eyelashes that outlined and accentuated them. What was I doing here right now, playing out some deep, hidden fantasy of mine? I didn't like James, why was I still standing here...with goosebumps from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes.
He must have been wondering something similar because he just looked quizzically at me. I could hear his mind going "What is going on here". We just stood there and blinked for a few minutes.
We were finally distracted by the sounds of the train coming to a stop, and that is when my senses stepped back in. I took a step back with much regret, when had we gotten so close to each other?
James spoke first, "Er-Um...I'll see you at the feast Lily...I need to talk to the guys beforehand. Bye" and he stumbled away...looking awkward and shy.
I just stood there wondering to myself. When in the hell had Potter become James to me.
A/N: Okay...I seriously apologize for the long wait. I kinda lost touch with my writing self for a while there. Well I am back now and I NEED reviews for encouragement to write more. I don't want to write a story no one likes and no one reads. So please...REVIEW REVIEW
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