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"You WHAT?" Sirius asked angrily, his eyes narrowed as he glared at James.
James sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "She's very persuasive sometimes…it just sort of slipped out."
"How can something like that just slip out?" Sirius demanded.
"I don't know how it happened, it just did!" James cried, desperate for him to understand, "She won't tell anyone…she understands."
"It doesn't matter if she'll tell anyone or not! We never told anyone!" Sirius shrieked, gesturing from himself to Peter, who was cowering on his bed, "We kept our promise!"
"I don't see why you're getting so worked up about this," James said, "If Lily won't tell anyone, what's the big deal?"
"The big deal is the fact you'd tell her," Sirius said angrily, "Remus never told Katherine about him…"
"And a hell of job that did him!" James cried, "He was miserable for weeks…"
Sirius kicked his bed in frustration, "That's not the point, James!" The point is he kept his promise, and you were too weak to keep yours."
"Too weak?" James said incredulously, "You don't know what you're talking about. You're getting upset over nothing."
"If you think I'm getting worked up you should think of how Remus will react when he gets back!" Sirius pointed out crossly.
James sighed as he threw himself on his bed, "He's going to be furious," He groaned, "He made us promise not to tell anyone…"
"He did," Sirius agreed, although his voice was filled with slightly more compassion.
"Look…I can't go back. What's done is done, and I broke a promise…I'm sorry," James said seriously.
Sirius growled but looked satisfied, "Come on," He mumbled, "We should get to class."
James nodded in relief that his friend wasn't going to pursue the topic any further. After the two boys moved to get ready, Peter cautiously stepped from his bed.
"We're not going to attack you, Wormtail," James said with a slight grin.
Peter laughed nervously, "I knew that." He muttered.
The three boys trudged out of their dorm and down the stairs to the common room.
"How is he?" Katherine asked urgently as soon as James' foot hit the last step.
"He's fine," James said serenely, "He'll be back in a few days."
"How do you know?" Katherine persisted.
"Er…" James looked out of the corner of his eye to Sirius.
"Because he always is," Sirius said soothingly, placing a kiss on the top of her head, "Not to worry."
Katherine nodded, still looking nervous. James, Sirius and Peter finally descended the last of the steps and headed for the portrait hole, Sara and Katherine behind them.
They took their seats in the Great Hall and at once indulged themselves in the food before them.
"Where's Lily and Marlee?" Peter asked as he buttered a piece of toast.
"Right here," Marlee grinned, slipping into a seat next to Peter.
Loud screeching erupted in the Great Hall, and students tipped their heads up to see owls soaring in; carrying parcels in their talons.
James grabbed the package his owl dropped and pushed his plate out of the way so he could set them in front of him.
"Ooh," Sara said from beside Sirius, "You get the Daily Prophet?"
James nodded and unrolled it as his friends began catching their letters. "Someone else died." He said sadly.
"What does it say?" Lily asked.
James' brow furrowed as he began to read, "There was, in fact, yet another killing yesterday evening. What disturbs the Ministry most, is that this witch was a pureblood, and yet, she was still murdered on the spot."
"Who was it?" Sirius asked, attempting to peer over James' shoulder.
James looked back at the article and scanned it with his forefinger. "It says here her name was Merideth Brookfield."
Sara's fork dropped with a clatter, "Shut up, James."
He turned to face her, "No, that's what it says…Merideth Brookfield, only nineteen years old."
Sara shook her head viciously, "Stop saying that."
"What's the matter?" James asked with concern, "Did you know her?"
"I'll even go owl my mum, she'll tell me you're lying…" Sara said, but her eyes were becoming glossy and glazed over.
She stood from her spot with such force she knocked over the pitcher of orange juice. She turned to run out of the Great Hall, but instead she crumpled onto the hard floor.
"Sara," Sirius said worriedly, "We need to get you out of here…come on…"
"Don't touch me." She said, although tears were crawling down her cheeks, "Get off of me…"
"No, Sara," Sirius said firmly, already attempting to slip his arms under her own, "Let's get out of here…"
Sara wriggled out of his grasp and stood up, panting as if she had just ran a mile. Shoving the tears off of her cheeks, she snatched the newspaper from James. After reading it several times she moaned as more tears escaped.
"Oh man," James whispered, "She has your last name, were you related to her?"
"She's my sister," Sara said in between tears, "She still is…" And with that she spun on her heel and sprinted out of the Great Hall.
"Why didn't you tell me?" James asked Lily, but when he turned to face her, he saw that her green eyes were sparkling with tears.
Sirius stood up and attempted to run out, but James grabbed his arm, "Maybe she needs some time…"
"She needs me," Sirius said, wrenching his arm out of James' grasp, "I need to help her."
As he ran out of the Great Hall, more and more eyes averted to him. He ignored them and quickened his speed.
"Sara!" He gasped once he was into the corridor. He swung his head from side to side until he caught a glimpse of blonde hair. "SARA!" He called again.
Her frame was swaying and bumping into walls as she ran, and when Sirius finally caught up to her, he noticed that her blonde hair was plastered to her face by tears.
"I'm so sorry, Sara." He said sincerely, reaching his hand out to her.
She batted it away before her face crumpled and she slumped to the floor. "Oh God…" She moaned with her hands covering her face, "Please…no…."
Sirius stood there, he had never been in this position before, he didn't know whether to comfort her, or back up a fair distance. He stood there for a moment, having his own battle inside his very skull, before her sobbing became too much for him. He fell to the floor beside her and wrapped his arms around her. He rubbed her back lightly, trying his best to reassure her she wasn't alone. Her body was shaking and he tightened his hold on her, trying his best to calm her nerves.
She straightened up, "I hate them." She said, "All of them…" He nodded but said nothing, attempting to pull her closer but she continued to rant, "I swear, if it's the last thing I do…"
"Sara," Sirius said softly, "There's nobody here to be strong for. Just…grieve. Let go of everything and grieve."
She attempted to stiffen her upper lip, but instead her whole face fell and the sobs began to rack her body. She cried harder than before, and longer. But Sirius stayed beside her, whispering things she didn't understand her ear.
She was murmuring things over and over, often hiccupping, but the tears wouldn't stop. It was like a continuous flow, but no matter how many she cried, Sirius knew it was nothing compared to the pain she was feeling.
"She was my best friend," She sobbed, clinging to his shoulders, "My best friend…I love her so much…"
Sirius nodded and brought her closer. She rested her head against his chest and cried even harder. His shirt was becoming soaked and covered in snot, but he didn't care. She was being real with him. She was opening up. He'd never seen his put together, strong Sara act like this. It caused a sharp pang to erupt in his chest.
"Meredith…" She moaned, "My big sister…oh my God…" Sirius kissed the top of her head as her whole body began to shake, "NO!" She shrieked, "NO! This isn't happening…it can't be…"
She stood up and swayed, "What did she do?" She sobbed, tears flowing over her chin and splattering the floor, "She was so kind…so…so…" But the shaking of her body seemed to take over, and she couldn't hold herself up any longer. She fell upon the floor, sobbing and shaking, screaming in pain.
"I'm so sorry," Sirius murmured in her ear as he pulled her close again, "Just let go."
She sobbed until it seemed her tear ducts became dry. She stopped trying to break free of Sirius' grip, and her body seemed to go limp in Sirius' arms. Her breathing was rapid, and she didn't move, her shaking was ceasing, and her tears seemed to stem.
"Where's my mum?" She asked, in a voice Sirius had never heard her use before. It was raspy and in pain, and Sirius couldn't help but flinch.
"I don't know," Sirius said, "I've never met her…"
"I need to talk to her," Sara said, her whole face blotching and contorted in pain, "I need her right now…"
Sirius nodded and helped Sara to her feet, she was swaying, and it seemed as if she was having trouble breathing. "Do you want me to carry you?"
She shook her head, but held onto his shoulders to tightly, it was as if they were the only things holding her up. He nodded and slipped a hand around her waist, and brought her arm around his shoulders so he could help her walk.
Slowly, they began making their way back to the Great Hall, "Okay, Sara," Sirius said, setting her down lightly on the floor, "I'll go get Dumbledore."
She said nothing but stared at the wall ahead of her blankly.
He sprinted inside, students were standing up and getting ready to head to their first class.
"Professor!" Sirius gasped once he was close enough, "Sara…her sister died…she needs her mum…"
Dumbledore nodded, "I am quite aware of the circumstances," He said sadly, "Her mother will be arriving soon, she owled me this morning. Wait in my office with Sara. She should not be alone. The password is Strawberry Silver."
Sirius nodded and swung around.
"Sirius!" Katherine called, sprinting after him, Marlee and Lily at her heel. "How is she?"
"She's not good," Sirius said, "Her mum's coming to pick her up, though."
They nodded and fell back as Sirius resumed his run to the corridor.
"Sara," Sirius gasped once he was out in the hall, "Come on, we're going to Dumbledore's office."
She nodded and clambered to her feet, allowing Sirius to slip his arms around her as he had before. He could feel her body becoming weaker as they continued their journey to the office, and by the time he said the password, he had trouble heaving her unto the stone steps.
Once the gargoyle stopped moving, he flung open Dumbledore's door, and helped Sara inside. She plopped down on a chair and sunk a little.
Sirius reached out and grabbed her frail, shaking hand, he kissed it gently and scooted his chair closer to her. "You're okay…" Her murmured comfortingly, "You're okay…"
They stayed in silence for a while, Sirius giving Sara's hand reassuring squeezes every time her body began to shake with renewed energy.
Finally, the door swung open and Dumbledore strode inside, a tall, slender woman behind him.
"Mum!" Sara cried as she stood up and ran into her arms.
"Oh baby…" Her mom said as she pulled her daughter's body closer to her.
They both sobbed and clung to each other, Dumbledore and Sirius looking at one another sadly.
"Mum, I loved her so much…" Sara cried into her shoulder.
Her mom nodded as her own tears streamed down her cheeks, "I know sweetie…we all did…"
"Where's dad?" Sara sobbed, "And Andy?"
"You're father is picking Andy up right now," Her mom said, "They should be here soon." Sara nodded and pulled her mother closer.
A few moments later the door opened to reveal McGonagall leading two tall men, one obviously the father and the other the son, but both looking confused and depressed.
"We should give them some privacy," Dumbledore said, standing up and exiting the room with Sirius and McGonagall.
"Oh Ablus…" She groaned once they were out in the hall, "This is the fifth one this month…"
He nodded sadly, "I know, Minerva…"
"FIVE people have had siblings die this month?" Sirius asked, obviously shocked.
"Yes, Mr. Black," McGonagall said, "Parents, sometimes. They usually meet up with their families and then leave for a while."
Sirius nodded, "I didn't know. How many have there been?"
"Twenty six this school year," Dumbledore said with a deep sigh.
Sirius shook his head disbelievingly, "It's only been four months."
They nodded in confirmation, when the door swung open and the family of four crossed out to the two professors and Sirius.
"Thank you for your help," The dad said to Dumbledore and McGonagall, "We're going to go home and sort a few things out, but Sara will be back in school soon."
Dumbledore nodded, "Take your time."
"Sara," Sirius said, grabbing her arm, "Do you want me to come with?"
She shook her head, "You stay at school," She said as more tears slipped down her cheeks.
The next two days passed slowly, and Remus returned. They filled him in about Sara, and all of their friends spent time mourning for her and her family.
That day, one day before winter break, Lily skidded to a halt in front of James, waving a letter in front of his face, "They said yes," She said happily, "I can come visit you and you can come visit me!"
James grinned and pulled her into a bear hug, "That's great," He whispered into her ear. "My parents said yes, too."
Lily beamed and hugged him back. "Would you like to come before Christmas and I come after?" She asked him.
"Whatever floats your boat," James smiled.
Lily rolled her eyes, "Okay then, you come straight to my house and then a few days before Christmas go back home?"
James nodded, "Then you can come over after Christmas since we both need to spend them with our families."
The day of Christmas break, James closed his suitcase and turned to look at Sirius who had just cleared his throat.
"Listen, James…Sara just owled me, I'm going to visit her first." He paused, "Her sister's funeral is tomorrow. But I'll be there for Christmas."
"It wouldn't be Christmas without you," James grinned.
Once on the train, Sirius, James, Peter, and Remus found their usual compartment. They sat down and gazed out the window. Remus pulled a book out of his bag and flipped it open before he began to read.
Sirius nudged James' leg, "Have you told him?" He muttered out of the corner of his mouth.
James decided to play dumb, "Told him what?" He whispered.
"Don't give me that," Sirius said quietly, "Did you tell him what you told Lily?"
James grinned sheepishly before he shook his head, "I guess I got sidetracked in the whole Sara thing…"
Sirius gave him a stern look, "Tell him now."
James shook his head, "I'd rather not die on a train, thank you very much," He said, but forgetting to whisper.
"Why would you die on a train?" Remus asked curiously, peering over the top of his book.
James gulped, "Listen, Remus…you know that promise we made?" Remus' brow furrowed in thought, "Well…" James continued, "The…well, you know?" He cleared his throat, "The reason why our nicknames are what they are."
Remus narrowed his eyes in comprehension, "What about it?"
James took a deep breath, "I told Lily."
Remus closed his eyes, "Why?"
"She was so persuasive…it slipped out…" He paused, "I'm so sorry, Remus."
"Yeah, well I am too," Remus said coldly, "We promised not to tell anyone."
"Well I'm sorry that I didn't want my relationship to end up like yours did," James said angrily, "I'm sorry I wanted ours to continue."
"Our relationship is fine," Remus said defensively.
"It wasn't until you told her," James retorted. "I needed to be honest."
"Yes, but what about the promise you made us?" Remus asked, although he was steadily regaining his calm demeaner.
"I'm sorry about that, I wasn't thinking. Lily won't tell anyone, just like she didn't tell anyone about you." James said as he ran a hand through his hair.
Remus just shook his head, "James. I didn't want you to become one in the first place, and now that you're telling people…if you go to Azkaban, I'll never forgive myself."
"It won't happen." Sirius said firmly.
Remus shook his head once more before he returned to gazing out the window.
"So, James, you're going to Lily's house?" Peter asked in hopes of striking a new conversation.
James nodded but said nothing.
Suddenly Sirius burst out laughing, "Wait…" He said as he began laughing harder, "Let me get this straight…you're going to her house like you're a serious couple…and you haven't even kissed?"
James blushed slightly, "Sometimes you don't even need to kiss to care for someone." He reasoned, "Sometimes you don't want to kiss for fear that it could change everything…"
"Wow." Remus said quietly, finally swinging his head around to face James, "You really like her, don't you?" James nodded and watched as the amazement in Remus' eyes turned to understanding. "I'm going to Katherine's, too."
"I'm going to Sara's…but for a funeral…" Sirius said sadly.
Everyone turned their attention to Peter. "I'm not going to Marlee's," He said quietly, "And we haven't kissed either."
Sirius stuck a fist in his mouth to muffle his laughter, "My friends are such sissy pants…"
"Will you stop with the sissy pants?" Remus snapped.
The train pulled into the station and everyone scrambled for their luggage. James heaved his suitcase out of the compartment and down the hall where he saw Lily, her face slightly flushed as she dragged along her luggage.
They stumbled off the train and once they were back in the station, their eyes began scanning the crowd.
"There they are," Lily said, nodding towards a red head woman, a brunette man, and a tall, frail, angry looking girl.
James suddenly began to feel nervous, something that rarely happens to him. The only few times it has happened has been when he's with Lily. He took a deep breath and allowed Lily to grab his hand and drag him over to her family.
"Mum, Dad!" Lily said happily, dropping James' hand to hug her parents in turn, "This is James."
"Oh, James…" Her father said knowingly, "We've heard a lot about you."
James gulped and scuffed the toe of his shoe on the floor, "Well, I've heard a lot about you, too…" He shook his hand and turned to Lily who had begun talking.
"This is Petunia," Lily said finally, gesturing towards the girl who looked as if she would rather set her hair on fire than be there.
"I've heard a lot about you, too," James said, trying desperately to hold back a chuckle. He extended his hand towards her, and she peered down at it with distain.
Lily looked uneasily between the two and snatched James' hand herself, "Come on, let's get out of here." She said to her parents.
They nodded and her father grabbed her luggage to tug it out of the station. They emerged out into the parking lot and strode over to their tiny car.
"Er…" Lily began uncertainly, "James and I will find another way to get home…"
"Don't be silly," Her mom said with a laugh, "There's plenty enough room for all of us."
"I really don't think…" Lily started as her parents heaved their luggage into the car.
"Besides, we want to hear all about your school year." Her dad said with a grin.
Petunia looked as if she were about to barf when Mr. and Mrs. Evans suggested she sit in the middle, since their car only seated five.
"I can." Lily said quickly.
"No, no," Her mom said, ushering James into the car, "Petunia can, she's tiniest."
James looked at Petunia's small frame as she entered the car. Lily's mom was right, Petunia was in fact, the tiniest. Lily herself was little, but her sister looked like she was just skin and bones.
Petunia seated herself in the middle, and Lily entered after her.
"Well," Her mom said as she swung her head around from the passenger seat, "This is cozy."
Petunia was inching away from James, but when she looked at Lily she scowled and began scooting the other way. Finally she seated herself in the middle, obviously trying to be as far away from them as possible. The end result was their legs squashed against one another and their elbows jabbing into their ribs.
James reached up to run a hand through his hair, out of nervous habit, but instead he elbowed Petunia in the chest.
"Oh," James said, flushing a deep shade of crimson, "I'm so sorry…"
She looked completely disgusted as she instinctively brought her shoulders closer to her, creating a sort of shield.
James gulped again and stole a glance at Lily who was looking at him in apology. He shook his head as if to say it was okay, and slowly brought his hand back down to his leg.
At least, he thought it was his leg.
Petunia flinched, as if the very touch of his hand on her leg were burning her.
"Oh man…" James said as he quickly removed his hand, "I really am sorry…"
She just shook her head and glared at James.
"So," Her dad chirped as the car began to move, "How was your year so far?"
"Great," Lily said excitedly, "Really fun."
"How about yours, James?" Her dad asked.
"It was nice," James said politely.
Petunia's face screwed up in disgust and James wondered if his breath smelt okay. As he brought his hand up to check, he smacked Petunia on the chin.
"Shit," James said under his breath as he tried to apologize again.
"What was that?" Petunia asked in a falsely, sugar sweet voice.
Her mom swung her head around to look at James, thinking he was about to share a story.
"I…er…" James began, watching as Lily gave Petunia a death glare. "I said, wit. Yes, wit…this school year was extremely witty, if you know what I mean…"
Petunia narrowed her eyes even more so that you could barely see the whites of her eyes.
"Yes," Lily said quickly, "Witty…meaning we learned a whole load of stuff…"
She trailed off as her mom gave her a curious look.
James clasped his hands together and stationed them on his lap for the rest of the ride.
"Here we are…" Mr. Evans said as he pulled into a driveway, "Home sweet home…"
James clambered out of the car gratefully. He yanked his suitcase out of the car as Lily walked up to him, "Sorry, James…" She began.
"Don't worry about it," He said as he dragged it into the house.
Once inside, James was immediately astounded, "This is amazing…"
"What?" Lily asked curiously as she entered the house, "You've never seen a muggle home before?"
"Not the inside of one," James said as he walked in a bit further.
"Come on," Lily said, "I'll show you your room."
"I don't get the same one as you?" James teased as he wiggled his eyebrows.
"Ugh!" Petunia shrieked with disgust from behind James, having obviously heard his last comment.
"He's joking, Petunia," Lily snapped as she began walking up the stairs with James. They walked down a hall and Lily swung open a door. "Here you go."
James set his suitcase down and gazed around the room, it was plain, with white walls and tan shades by the single window, but James grinned nonetheless.
"Where's yours?" He asked.
"Next to yours," Lily said, grabbing his hand and leading him to the room next door, "And Petunia's is across from yours."
James forced a smile on his face, "Oh….okay."
"I know she's horrible," Lily said quietly, "It's not you…it's the fact that you're a wizard, she hates magic, remember?"
James nodded, thinking back to all the times Lily had complained about her sister. They descended the stairs after a while to see Petunia, Mr. and Mrs. Evans in nice outfits.
"Where are you off to?" Lily asked curiously.
"We're going out with Vernon and his parents," Petunia said haughtily.
"Oh…" Lily began, "I didn't know. I'll go get ready…"
"Oh no," Petunia said briskly, "You weren't invited."
Lily's face fell. "Oh, I just assumed that…you know…"
"You assumed wrong," Petunia growled as she snatched her purse off the counter and left the kitchen.
"I'm sorry, Lily," Her mother said, kissing her forehead lightly, "I'd let you go but…Vernon, see he's rather taking after Petunia…"
Lily nodded but said nothing.
"Have fun," Her dad said, "And um…don't make me regret leaving you two alone…"
James grinned, "We wouldn't do anything to break your trust." He said sincerely.
"I know I can trust you, James," Her dad smiled, "And you too, Lily."
He gave her a quick kiss and left with his wife.
"So…" James began, "What do you want to do?"
Lily bit her lip, "I'm tired, James…I think I'm just going to go take a nap."
James nodded, knowing perfectly well it wasn't how sleepy she was…she was hurt, and they both knew it. He watched as she walked upstairs. Suddenly, an idea struck him. He began bustling about the kitchen, his mind working furiously.
Lily awoke about an hour and a half later. She rubbed her eyes and sat up in bed, amazed that she really did fall asleep. She suddenly felt guilty for leaving James on his own for so long, and she made to get out of bed.
As soon as her foot hit the floor, however, the door swung open a few inches to reveal James' head, something white splattered across his face.
"Hey, Lil," He beamed.
"Hi…" She said curiously.
"If you want, you can get something nice on, but you look beautiful as is." James said.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Nothing," James said quickly, "I'll see you downstairs." He shouted as he shut the door.
She shook her head slightly as she swung open her wardrobe. Sifting through her outfits, she found she had a few nice things to put on.
Might as well amuse him…She thought, He seems really excited about this.
She pulled out an olive green sweater and threw it on. She put on a nicer pair of jeans as she pulled her hair into a pony.
"Can I come down?" She called.
There was a muffled, "Yes!" And Lily grinned to herself as she opened her door. As soon as she stepped out into the hall she smelt something delicious.
When she reached the bottom of the steps she turned right to go into the kitchen. When she entered it, her breath caught in her throat.
There was a single candle on the middle of her small table. There was two places set, and two chairs at either end of the square table.
"Hey," James greeted her.
She looked up at him and saw that he had wiped the white stuff off his face, and was now clad in her mother's apron.
"What's going on?" She smiled.
"I made dinner for you," James said, "I made it the muggle way, though…so it might not taste to well…"
"You made a muggle dinner for me?" Lily asked, obviously flattered.
James nodded and ran to get his dinner. He set it in the middle of the table and beamed.
"Oh," Lily said, looking at the meal, which was two sandwiches and a big bowl of mashed potatoes.
"You don't like it?" James asked, his face drooping.
"No, no," Lily said quickly, "I love mash potatoes and sandwiches."
James grinned and whipped off the robe to reveal a nice black suit. "Take a seat, madam." He said, pulling her chair out for her.
She smiled and sat down as James slid into his seat across from her. "James, this is lovely."
He beamed even more, "Well I made a muggle dinner once, because Peter's uncle is a muggle, and he taught me and the guys."
Lily giggled and grabbed a sandwich off the tray in the middle. She took a bite, James watching her closely. "Mmm…" She moaned, nodding her approval.
James looked ecstatic, "Great," He sang as he grabbed his own.
They talked and ate for a while, Lily blushing furiously. She felt so special, he went to all this work to make dinner…sure, it was only sandwiches and mash potatoes, but the fact of the matter is that he made her dinner the muggle way.
"This is delicious," Lily grinned as she took a bite of potato, "Great job, James."
They continued chatting away, and when the sandwiches and a good portion of the potatoes were gone, Lily and James stood up.
"James," Lily said, watching as James looked around at the remainder of his meal nervously, obviously wondering if she was being honest when she said she liked it.
"Yeah?" James asked, turning to face her.
"That was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me."
"You deserve it," James said, already started to put away the dishes.
Lily felt herself blushing again, her heart was thumping nervously. She knew what she wanted to do, yet she was too scared to do it. She did the only thing she could think of, and she spun around. "I'm off to bed." She called over her shoulder.
Lily could almost taste James' disappointment as he continued cleaning up the dishes. He was probably worried she didn't like the meal he spent so long on preparing.
She slowly ascended the stairs, her mind working frantically. She saw the way his shoulders slumped as she spun around to leave. True, she knew he didn't prepare this dinner just to get a kiss from Lily, she knew he did it because he cared for her. But it didn't matter what he made her dinner for, the fact of the matter was that she wanted to kiss him, and he wanted to kiss her. Yet she was too scared to let it happen.
She shook herself out of her revere and glanced around, realizing she hadn't moved from the middle of the stairs. She made up her mind, and before she knew what she was doing, she was racing back down the stairs.
James bit his lip as he rinsed off a plate. His main concern was that she didn't like it, and wasn't flattered that he made dinner.
He didn't know how it happened, one moment he was watching Lily walk up the stairs, and the next she was flying back down them, stubborn bits of hair falling out of her pony and curtaining her face.
She marched straight up to him, her face looked nervous, yet her eyes held determination.
"Lily…" James began uncertainly as she ran up to him, and was now mere inches away.
"James…" Lily said, although she didn't seem uncertain, she gazed up into his eyes and watched as his arched his back a little, leaning in closer to her face.
He stopped himself as their noses were touching, their foreheads resting against each other's.
"I might kiss you," He whispered, his heart thumping loudly.
Lily smiled slightly as he slipped his hands around her waist, "I might kiss you back." She said quietly.
And with that, they both leaned foreword to close the distance between their lips, and when the gap was gone, they both pressed their bodies closer together.
Lily's mind was a blur, she wasn't thinking straight, all she could focus on was the fact that it felt so right…being here in his arms like this. She knew she had never felt like this before, this kiss…it seemed so real, so…true.
James couldn't focus, he kept pressing his lips against hers gently, loving the feel of her small hands getting themselves tangled in his hair. He knew he wanted to kiss her, but now it wasn't even about the snogging, it was about what a single kiss could make him feel.
They broke apart when air became necessary, both panting slightly.
"Wow," James whispered in amazement, resting his forehead against hers.
Her eyes became watery, "James…" She began, struggling to find words.
James silenced her with another kiss, and she moaned softly. They broke apart once more and gazed into each other's eyes. She rested a cool hand against his soft cheek and smiled. He leaned his cheek into her small palm and she kissed his lips gently.
"Come on," Lily whispered, leading him into the living room.
They stumbled out of the kitchen and sat down on the couch as one. James leaned back against the arm rest and Lily crawled up closer to him. She snuggled into his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. Smiling, he kissed the top of her head gently.
They sat together on the couch, not speaking at all, just holding eachother. Even though they spent the rest of the night in silence, they couldn't help but notice it was one of the best conversations they had ever had.
A/N: Okay, I'll try to update sometime next week. I have one question, however. Would you like to have me write them at James'? or just have them go right back to school? Or, if you want to see another couple, tell me who and I'll try to write more of them. I hope their kiss lived up to your expectations!
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