Discalimer: Completely pointless. I don't own it, what do you know?
Ah, Valentine's Day. A day, in James Potter's opinion, to confess his true love to the girl of his dreams and for her to say it back; however, this would be the first time in seven years that she'd reply. In Lily Evans opinion, it was a day created specially for James Potter to torment her; though, she had secretly loved him for the past year, and today was the perfect day to tell him.
"Oi! Evans! Just wait until you see what ol' Prongsie has got for you." Sirius Black came running down the stairs from the boys' dormitory, taking a chair across from where Lily was sitting.
"Oh, I'm sitting on the edge of my sea-ah!" Casacades of lilies came piling over the homework she was doing, vases of them appearing everywhere; in fact, one lily apperead behind her ear.
"What the bloody is this?" Lily cried, picking up the envelope that now lie in front of her. "Dear sweet Lily flower, One million lilies cannot even express my undying love for you. Love, James. Bloody hell, can he be more dramatic?"
"Just wait until lunch," Sirius said with a cocky grin; lunch was only in ten minutes, as the Maurader's tended to sleep late. Groanin inwardly, Lily went to climp out of the portrait hole, heading towards the Great Hall. Secretly, Lily had been battling between her head and her heart on wheterh or not she liked James. Her heart was winning.
Sitting down at her usual spot, a hand came out of nowhere, dropping yet another letter on her plate. As the hand disappeared, Lily opened the letter, already knowing who it was from.
Lily, This won't end until I see you. Go to the head table and talk to ol' Sluggy. -James
Slughorn? James had gotten Slughorn involved? Sighing, Lily got up from the table, going up to her professor.
"Erm, Professor, I was told in a letter to come talk to you?"
"Yes, yes, Lily. Thisyoung man has guts Lily. He has guts." Professor Slughorn handed his star pupil a letter, then resumed his conversation with Professor Spinstra.
Opening the letter carefully, there were three words on it:
Go to lake
"James has always been pretty illeterate," she whispered under her breath.
Heading towards the lake, she saw no one was there. Standing by the edge of the lake, Lily thought of what she should do next; however, a piece of parchment fluttered out of thin air, Lily snatching it.
I love you Lily Evans.
Looking around, Lily could see no one, so, not knowing James was behind her with that famous cloak, she said the words she had been denying for seven years.
"I love you, James Potter."
A/N: Bittersweet ending, but we all know they get married, have Harry then… Yeah…
Lulu