Well, this didn't take as long to write as I thought it would.

'words' means thoughts


"All quiet?"

James nodded, wanting to skip reporting in and find his boyfriend. His fingers twitched and he tapped his feet, desperate for the prefect meeting to be called to an end.

"Dismissed."

"Finally," he muttered.

"James? Walk me to my compartment?"

Sighing, James pasted on a smile and opened the door for Lily.

"I've been thinking-"

'So have I, mostly about seeing Sirius above me sometime soon.'

"-and I think this whole gay thing is just a stage you're going through-"

"Wait. What?"

"Have you not been listening to anything I've said?"

James stared in disbelief. How could this be happening now that he had finally gotten over her, now that… 'Now that I love someone else.' Totally ignoring Lily, James examined his thoughts. 'I love him?' He thought of the teasing, the fights, the rare smile Sirius gave to so few people, the nights spent on some couch just reading or chaperoning Remus and Regulus. He thought of long nights spent talking or…

"Listen to me!"

James shook his head. "Lily, this isn't just a phase."

"You've always wanted me, James. You can have me."

"What about Sirius? Lily, I love him."

"You may love him, but I doubt you'd like playing bottom-boy."

"I do."

Lily's eyes widened in shock. "You've-"

"Yes, we have."

She backed away from him, eyes filling with tears.

"So there's no way-"

"No."

Lily nodded jerkily. "I'm going to…I'm going to go."

James watched as the girl he had craved for so long left in search of somewhere to let her tears fall before heading towards the back of the train.