Teapots, Chamber Pots, and How are You Professor Dumbledore?

Lilly's eyes popped open in the dark.

"What time is it?" she said to herself dazedly.

The clock showed 3 a.m.

'Oh, my God! I've slept through classes!' She thought to herself.

Then, on her desk she saw a stack of books and papers with a note on top.

'Dearest Lillikins-

I gave your excuses to all the teachers, turned in your work (lying very organized on your desk I might add) and got the work for the next classes. If you need anything, just knock whenever and I'll help you however I can.

Always Yours

James'

Thinking on this sweet gesture, she began to think of the James she knew of late. Images flashed through her mind. James standing in his quidditch robes, giving her a hug after their grandest victory. Chasing each other through the halls, laughing. Studying and doing homework with everyone by the fire. In each one, she saw James' quick grin, and his bright, laughing hazel eyes. The annoying, messy hair that was so suddenly not very annoying. . . .

'Oh no! Merlin, no! It's James! I mean- Potter! I hated him four months ago! This doesn't make sense!'

A growl from her stomach interrupted her mental panic attack.

'Ooh. Kitchens.'

Lilly argued with herself the entire way down to the kitchens. Tickling the pear, she entered, expecting to be greeted by the house elves, but instead-

"Professor Dumbledore!"

The wise, elderly wizard sat at the table in a scarlet dressing gown with white sheep on it, his fantastic beard flipped over his shoulder, digging into a bowl of lemon sorbet.

"Ah! Miss Evans. Please, don't let me disturb you. What would you care for?"

"Uh . . .a hot fudge and caramel sundae, sir?"

She sat at the table and her sundae was quickly delivered to her. The mounds of vanilla ice cream, dripping in hot fudge and syrupy, golden, caramel beckoned her. They ate in silence for a minute before-

"Miss Evans, did you have something you wished to tell me?

Startled, she looked up into his twinkling blue eyes.

"Oh no, Professor! It's nothing, really. Sir."

"Ah."

Lilly felt her resolve to not tell the Professor her "tale of woe", as she had dubbed it, crumbling. As she tried to salvage it, she heard herself speaking.

"Sir, have you ever heard of- that is to say- is it possible to have feelings of an . . .amorous nature for someone you hated not long ago?"

"Ah, Miss Evans. All great loves need a certain passion to survive. I have found that a relationship like the one you described is often the most successful. It is often said that there is a thin line between love and hate."

Lilly nodded, pondering his statement.

"And if I may Miss Evans, Anyone can see that Mr. Potter wants to care deeply for you. The question is: Will you let him?"

He looked steadily at her, blue eyes holding emerald green.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I really must go find a chamber pot. Good night, Miss Evans."

Dumbledore left Lilly in stunned silence. Staring down at her sundae, she knew she wasn't going to go to sleep anytime in the near future.