Chapter Three, my lovelies.

We left Lily unable to move, and hearing James confess his love to her (gasp!). What makes it worse is Ruth was there (shock!) and Lily had just fallen asleep (oh, the drama!).

Ok, here it is:

-&-

Potter's still beside me.

He hasn't left.

He's asleep.

I would - if I could - reel away in disgust.

Was he really going to say that he loved me?

I mean, I've heard everything from ex-boyfriends, "I love you, now let's have sex…" "I like you a lot, but I want to go out with that buxom blonde-haired beauty queen over there…" "Red jut really isn't my color…" "You're a great girl, BUT…"

(&W(&(Q!

WAIT!

I CAN MOVE MY HAND.

I CAAAAAAAN MOOOOOVEEE MY HAAAAAAAAAAND!

Celebrate gooooooooooooood timmmmmmmessssss cooooooome oooooon!

And for my first act as a now able bodied citizen…

THWACK!

Heh heh.

Take that, Potter!

James - Uh, I mean Potter- opened an eye sleepily.

"Lily! You're awake!" he said happily, grinning like the fool he is.

Grin on, fool, and grin on.

"Yes, I am!" I said indignantly, "What the hell are you doing here, Potter?"

I've decided going to go into denial, and pretend that little confession when I was unable to move, neeeeeeeveeeeer happened.

Potter blushed, and looked away, "I just wanted to make sure… Make sure you were all right."

And that's when I noticed how much paler, sleepier and thinner Potter looked. He had huge, panda-like black smudges under his eyes, and he must of dropped ATLEAST seven pounds.

I looked down at myself. HOLY SHIT. MY BODY HAS BECOME FIFTEEN POUNDS LIGHTER!

AREN'T THEY SUPPOSED TO FEED ME IN HERE?

My stomach grumbled. Loudly.

I grabbed Potter's shirt collar, "Potter, get me food. Now."

Potter's grin became wider. It was then that I noticed that we were only inches apart from each other.

Ech, I'm in kissing distance of Potter.

"We could go to the Kitchens," he said, still smirking.

"Lead the way," I said, and started to climb out of bed.

Aaaah crap.

I'm in one of those hospital gowns that open at the back.

"Potter," I barked, "Can you hand me those shorts over there?"

Potter flung them at me.

"Turn away," I instructed.

He did so, and I put the shorts on.

"Let's go," I said, hooking my arm through Potter's.

Hey, he was getting me food.

Potter lead me around the castle, I wasn't really looking where, until he stopped dead right in front of a portrait of a food basket.

"Ahh…Potter?" I said, "Why are we here?"

Potter reached out and started to run his hands over the pear. What the hell!

The pear giggled and the portrait swung open, and suddenly we were surrounded my deranged little house elves.

"Miss! MISS! MISS!" yelled a little house elf, cramming a tray of food towards me, "It's fresh! Fresh lasagna squares!"

"Gimme!" I said, over the noise, and grabbed the tray, saying to the rest of the house elves, "Alright, you lot, go away. I have ten days of starvation to eat up on-" I poked my finger in Potter's direction "him too."

The house elves slinked away, and one said, "If you need anything, miss, just call Mimo!"

And then they were gone, leaving James and I with a plate of lasagna squares.

Until there was only one left.

Potter reached out for it, but I slapped his hands away.

Take THAT!

I ate the last of the lasagna squares, and wiped my mouth off.

"Listen, Lily," Potter said, "I really like you - I've liked you for ages. When I heard you were in hospital, I nearly died…"

HEY!

This is the same speech he said to me when I was unable to move.

"But the thing is, Lily, it made me realize… I made me realize… I think I love you."

-&-

Potter, You Dog. It's Short, So Shoot Me. That's All I'm Sayin'

Until Next Time, Fair Badgers,

Trapped Rabbit