Corridor Patrols
How am I supposed to tell him what I'm feeling when he's looking at me like that? Like I'm perfect. It makes me mad that he can see me as this perfect, flawless woman when in actual fact I'm flawed. I'm a complete and utter hypocrite, I scream at him for his pranks when I find them funny and, dare I say it , impressive. I admire his persistence concerning me.
So I had a plan. A plan to show him that I really don't hate him, and that I really like him. I creepily like him, I've even noticed that he wears the same jumper before every Quidditch match, it's a deep umber colour. So I pushed him into the nearest deserted corridor when we came out of transfiguration. It's really dark in here, the stone walls seem closer together than when I walked through here to get to charms yesterday.
He's now stood there, resting against the wall, with an amused expression and I can't stop stuttering.
"Well, I - I just w-w-wanted to tell you something." I flushed with embarrassment, unfortunately because of my fair complexion I went bright red. He was grinning manically, his bag slipped off of his shoulder and onto the floor. He lent a bit closer to me, I could kiss him right now. My eyes where drawn to his lips.
"What is it?" He whispered in that velvety soft voice. His hair flopped into his eye, I was getting ready to reach out and stroke his hair back just to satisfy my curiosity of what it would feel like. I didn't notice that his other arm was snaking its way around me to trap me between him and the wall. It really was dark in here on these stairs, his cloak was swinging loosely around himself, the tips were brushing my knees.
"Um, it's to do with us."
"What about us?" He leaned in, whispering in my ear. He's so close, so temptingly close.
Focus Lily! Focus!
"Corridor patrols" WHAT? Where had that come from? James lent away from me quickly looking a trifle shocked. " We need to step them up. With the Slytherins starting to corner people for being muggle born." I fidgeted away from him.
"Corridor patrols?" He seemed confused " You cornered me to talk about corridor patrols?"
I laughed uneasily.
"Well, yeah, what did you think I wanted to talk about Potter?"
"I dunno, but I wasn't expecting corridor patrols." He fished about in his bag for a moment and then pulled out a really worn sheet of parchment.
"What's that?" The curiosity overthrew me slightly. I'd seen him with the same bit of parchment quite a few times over the last few years. Sev had always said it was something malicious. The tumbling grief washed over me again and all the questions that came with it.
"Maybe it's some old parchment" James grinned crookedly, "maybe it's not."
He leaned closer to me again. I turned my head away, if I caught even the tiniest glimpse of his face I'd crumble.
"You should ask me about it" He breathed "during corridor patrols."