A/N thank you guys for reviewing, but I would appreciate more. This is a short chapter, but I have up to chapter twelve written already, I just need to type them up and post them. Sorry it's a short chapter. I won't post again until I get at least one review.
Chapter Eight
Over the next few weeks Lily's fears were confirmed. Every waking minute seemed to be spent with James. She woke up; he was in the common room. She went to class, he was in every one. Breakfast, lunch and dinner, he was there too. On the weekends she would go to Hogmeads, and run into James, usually accompanied by Sirius who was not allowed to be there. They did rounds together every night. There was never any reason to leave the common room to study; they had all the books they needed for their NEWT's. At first there seemed to be awkward silences between them. Eventually forced politeness on Lily's part after James constantly attempted to keep up a lasting conversation caused them to begin openly talking and laughing to pass the time. All their friends watched as the change of atmosphere between Lily and James took place, but nobody said anything, just passed smug smiles at one another.
Lily sat at the desk under the windows. She was rather absent mindedly sucking on a sugar quill and tracing a pattern on the table with her finger tip, think about James and wondering where he was. Usually he would be in the common room at by that time, and they didn't have rounds that night. She hadn't seen him since dinner, and he hadn't mentioned that he wouldn't see her later. Then all the sudden it hit her. She missed him. Lily Evans missed James Potter. Suddenly feeling very weird at the thought, she sat back in her chair contemplating the new found emotion. Lily stared dazed out the window, watching the clouds roll across the full moon. Was it a bad thing she missed him? She, Lily Evans couldn't have possibly developed feelings for James, could she? When she thought about it like that, it sounded ludicrous. No, they had just become friends she decided. Which wasn't a bad thing actually; James had not embarrassed, harassed, or asked her out all year. Her heart gave a tug of emotion, but she disregarded it, worry about James again. It was getting late, and even though they were Head Boy and Girl they still had a curfew. She decided to give him another hour before she panicked. Lily grabbed her favorite book, and laid down on the couch in front of the fire, awaiting James. She wanted him to know that he had become a friend to her. Somehow it seemed important.