A/N: Late second chapter.. If you can call it a chapter.
Patrolling the hallways is slowly becoming James's favorite thing to do as Head Boy.
Why? The obvious- Lily's Head Girl.
If that isn't a cosmic sign that they should be together, he doesn't know what is.
Even though Lily still despises him, James can't help it to try and change her mind every patrol. As the next one approached, James devises a plan.
It's Sunday night and James and Lily are currently patrolling the third floor.
Thunder rumbles around them and rain hammers on the windows. The pitch black sky gives way only to sudden flashes of lightening.
James gradually eases Lily, who hates thunderstorms more than she hates James, into a good mood. He makes small talk, trying not to offend her. It takes a great deal of restraint, and even Lily seems to notice after he catches himself going to ruffle his hair for the fiftieth time. (It was a bad habit Lily gets aggravated by.)
"What's up with you, Potter?" she fingers her long red hair as they turn to the next hallway, one lined with wide windows that display a clear view of the spectacular storm outside.
James shrugs. "Just trying to be nice, Lily." He purposefully drops use of her surname.
Thunder booms and Lily jumps slightly, hugging herself. "Well, thanks, P-James."
"No problem."
They walk in comfortable silence, listening to the rain battering relentlessly on the roof.
Suddenly, thunder cracks like a thousand wizards apparated simultaneously. Sometime during that terrifying crack, Lily's hand slips into James's.
James pointedly stares at their entwined fingers, surprised but pleased.
Lily blushes and drops his hand like a rock. "Sorry. Got scared."
James grins. That unexpected move breaks all the rules he set up for himself so he wouldn't irritate Lily.
"I suppose now would be the best time to ask you out on a date, eh?"
He braces himself for the inevitable 'no' and rant, but Lily just frowns slightly.
Thunder rattles the windows and Lily clutches James's hand once more. "Don't get used to it," she warned.
James only smiled at her. She was definitely worth waiting for.
Lyrics that correspond to my words:
Now you were fine by night
But when the morning light comes
Comfortable as rain on Sunday
And I'm a lucky soul
That holds your hand so tight
Hope you hear this one day
Don't fool yourself
This is my truth
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