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Hogwarts Romance Awareness Month- Anything you write on your arm appears on your soulmate's arm. Prompts: bonus- (color) sea green

Word Count: 1,210

Lily doodled mindlessly on her sheet of parchment on which she was supposed to be copying down notes. Professor Binns was droning on monotonously about a goblin rebellion. Frankly, the subject would've been more interesting had it not been taught by a dull ghost.

She saw many of classmates doing the same; either drawing or dozing off. Sirius Black was sound asleep, his head lying on top of his robust arms. By the window, Remus Lupin was gazing at him fondly. Lily smiled secretly to herself.

Lily's eyes were drawn to the bespectacled teenage boy next to him. He was doodling something on his forearm, his eyebrows knitted together with concentration. Lily strained her eyes to see what he was drawing, but only caught a glimpse of sea green ink.

Lily returned to her own indiscernible scribble. It looked a bit like a hippogriff, with its misshapen beak and wings. The disastrous Care of Magical Creatures surfaced to the forefront of her mind and she stifled a giggle as she recalled a furious Sirius Black with his mangled robes and a sniggering James Potter.

Binns' voice wove intermittently through her thoughts. She could've sworn she'd heard Sirius emit a soft snore, but it could've been in just her imagination.

Lily glanced at her best friend Hestia. She, like Sirius, was blissfully asleep, her brown hair fanned around her head, her head resting on the desk, tucked between her crossed arms.

Lily chanced a look at James and caught him staring intensely at her. She smiled warmly at him which he reciprocated, an adorable blush spreading on his cheeks. Lily rolled her eyes teasingly at him and motioned to the chalkboard. He shook his head and turned away, a smile still gracing his mouth.

Lily looked hopelessly at her parchment. She was so behind on notes she wouldn't be able to catch up by the conclusion of class, nor could she rely on her friends as they were all otherwise occupied. She had no idea of there was going to be a quiz on this topic, so the best she could do was listen to the rest of the lecture.

She tuned back in to Binns' mechanical voice, her brain begging her to do anything but. You need this, she reprimanded herself.

Lily nudged her best friend, but Hestia didn't stir. Sighing quietly, Lily closed her eyes and slumped forward onto her desk.

The next thing she knew, someone was gently shaking her shoulder. Their hands were warm through the thin fabric of her shirt.

Lily's eyes opened groggily and she yawned, her head lolling back. Then she saw James and her head snapped up.

James was watching her with undisguised amusement and compassion. Lily felt self-conscious under his mirthful hazel eyes and she unconsciously dragged a hand through her mane of red hair.

James's eyes followed the movement and lingered there before they met Lily's. The pair stared at each other, momentarily entranced.

Hestia coughed pointedly from behind Lily, who tore her eyes away from James's mesmerizing ones and facing her best friend.

"Are you two lovebirds done yet?" she asked dryly. "Or should I let you put on a realistic Romeo and Juliet?"

Lily squeaked in mortification, while James's expression was impassive, but his flushed face told her everything she needed to know.

"Hestia!" squealed Lily reproachfully.

Hestia merely smirked, slinging her bag over her shoulder and saying airily, "I hope this doesn't bother you too much, but I'm late for Care and you two are missing Divination. I gotta split, so see you later!"

Quelling the knowing smile rising to her lips, Hestia walked leisurely out of the classroom.

Lily rounded on James. "What happened?"

His gaze was unwavering and unreadable. "You fell asleep."

"I did?" She looked around in bewilderment before her eyes widened in panic. "Oh no! I fell asleep! I didn't write down any of the material; I'm going to fail the next quiz!"

James suppressed an eye roll. She was behaving like it was the world's demise.

Lily was entering a full-blown panic-attack. Her palms were clammy, her body's temperature was increasing rapidly—and why was James standing there and smirking infuriatingly like the devil?

Oh wait. His career didn't depend on passing his classes. He didn't have to worry about being accepted into society because of his blood status. He was poised to become an excellent Auror; he was guaranteed to.

And Lily? She had to compete and fight her way to the top, because a place wasn't reserved for her unless she earned it. All because she was the magical daughter of Muggles.

"Lily," James was saying, ripping her away from her worried thoughts, "don't worry. I'm sure somebody has the lesson notes; you don't have to fret."

Instead of spontaneously combusting, as was expected of her, her shoulders sunk in relief.

"You're right," she sighed, "I don't have to stress over something I can easily obtain."

His face was expressionless. She patted him on the shoulder, her hand dawdling longer than she should've allowed it to.

A small grin formed on both of their faces simultaneously.

"Hey, I've been meaning to ask," she began tentatively, "what were you drawing on your arm during class?"

He wordlessly pulled up his sleeve and Lily was able to fully see the artistic drawing on his arm.

Lily was momentarily distracted by his smooth, tanned forearms, but what was drawn upon it captured her attention.

It was a flower. To anyone else, it would've looked like an ordinary flower. But Lily was well-educated on flowers (after all she was named after one), and she was instantly able to identify the flower on his forearm, drawn in sea green ink, was unmistakably a lily.

Lily sucked in a sharp gasp. James's eyes were locked nervously on her face, gauging her reaction.

She plastered a fake smile on her face, but inside her stomach was writhing with shock and…joy?

She mustered up all of her courage and said, "A lily, huh? That's ironic."

He nodded, sliding down his sleeve. "I hope I didn't offend you or anything."

"You didn't." Dare she say she was…flattered by his subtlety?

No. She couldn't.

"Well." He casually swung his bag over his shoulder. "I suppose we'd better get to Divination. I can't wait to see what my Inner Eye has in store for me. I'm guessing a gruesome death is in the cards."

His sardonic imitation of Professor Trelawney made her laugh. "How unfortunate," she snickered.

He also released a hearty laugh. "Shall we find out our fortunes together, milady?" he asked.

"You go ahead," she responded, "I have to collect my stuff and I'll join you."

He looked scandalized. "All right, fine. Abandon me! See if I care!"

He crossed his arms huffily and pouted. Once more, laughter cascaded from Lily's mouth.

"Go," she said dismissively, waving him away, "go find somewhere else to sulk."

He immaturely stuck his tongue out before stomping out comically. Lily's stomach was bursting from holding back more amusement.

For the first time, she felt something wet and slightly slippery on her left arm. Pushing back her sleeve, she was astonished.

Inked onto her forearm in sea green ink was a doodle of a lily.