Broom Closet Bon Bons?

Chapter 2:

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The next hour passed in an uncomfortable silence. Lily felt even more awkward as she sat on his lap. He had told her he loved her. Her! The weird redhead who answered every question in class. Her who had only a few friends, while he had tons. Her, who hexed him, slapped him and insulted him for simply being him. No one could love her. Not him, not her sister, not anyone.

James had ton of girls pining for his attention, and he loved her? No, he couldn't love her, or even like her, even if he did always ask her out. He only wanted her because she was something he couldn't have. She wouldn't let him have her.

Lily sat there, on his lap, in a cold and dusty broom closet, her mind in a bewildered and confused place. The warmth that his body had reflected on hers had left her. His arms that had been wrapped around her fell to his sides and his chin had left her shoulder, and she was left there. With him, yes, but not with him. He was hurt, and she was alone. Left alone, again. Like her sister left her, like her parents had left her, like her friends were slowly starting to leave her, like he was leaving her.

"You know," she finally said, "When my dad died, my mum's heart died with him." She told her hands, "She never was the same…she would go to her room for hours and I'd be lucky to see her once or twice a week. Petunia never came home either. She was always at a friends house, or with her boyfriends. I cooked for myself, I ate by myself, I lived by myself, and I suffered by myself.

"He died in a car accident, and there would be nights I'd be lying in bed, so badly wishing I had died along with him. Because who would notice? My mum wouldn't care, and I know Petunia definitely wouldn't care, and I had nearly no one at Hogwarts to care." She said, tears silently running down her face.

"I so hope, James, that you understand why I can't let anyone in, why I can't love anyone, or have anyone love me. Because, I know, in the end, they'll leave me. Like everyone else has…"

"It doesn't have to be like that, Lily…" James said. She turned to face him when he did the impossible.

He kissed her.

" I love her, and that is the beginning of everything."

--F. Scott Fitzgerald

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OK, ok, I updated! Sorry it's so effing short! The next (and last) chapter will be longer…I swear! Though it may take a while before it comes in..Sorry! well, thanks for reading!

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