A/N: Okay, I'm making a major announcement. All you Marauder fans out there need to vote! And you need to depend your votes upon the pranks of that chapter, not on who you like better just because of their personality! I believe in major girl power as much as everyone else, but please try to be unbiased when you vote. For those of you that weren't unbiased, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
"So, everything is set up. The band, the location, the refreshments, and the donations. It's all set, right?" Lily asked, scanning over her to-do list.
James rolled his eyes, stretching out over the rug before the common room fire. "For the millionth time Lily, yes, everything is all set, so stop panicking!"
"I'm just nervous!" She replied exasperatedly, throwing her hands about in a way that made James smile. "If we screw this up, I'll never forgive myself." She crossed the room and sat next to him. "I refuse to make a fool out of myself as Head Girl."
"You won't." James said comfortingly, taking her small pale hands in his. "And even if something does go horribly wrong, I'll be right here with you, pulling my hair out over the disaster we let occur."
"Oh, James." Lily swooned melodramatically, placing a hand over her heart, "What ever would I do without you?"
"You tell me." He answered quietly, giving his cockiest grin.
"Lily, Darling!" Gracie called from the doorway, Emma in tow.
"Hey, Grae." Lily sighed, smiling at her partners in crime.
"Are you ready to go primp and prune?" Emma asked mischievously, violet eyes glinting in the firelight.
"No." Lily said flatly, flashing a warning look in her female friends' direction.
"Do you mean to tell me that you, Lily Evans, are actually going to primp for this special occasion?" James asked playfully, his eyebrows raising a whole inch.
Lily threw a pillow at him in response.
"We'll be upstairs in exactly ten minutes, Missy. We have facials, manicures and pedicures awaiting us, Lils." Gracie said lightly, though she too looked disgusted by this fact as her and Emma walked up to the dorms.
Lily stared after her friends in mortification for a moment before turning back to James, glaring ferociously at the laughter clearly written across his face.
"I want a pedicure!" He whined, batting his eyes and forcing her into a hesitant smile.
"Sorry, but this is girl stuff." Lily protested lamely.
"What is this all for anyway?" He asked, trying to imagine Lily in makeup, a dress and high-heels.
"For the dance, smart one, which is in four hours might I add."
"And it takes that long to get ready for a Ball?" James asked incredulously.
"You'll see why it does later." She replied with an uneasy smile.
"Can I have a tiny hint as to what you'll look like?" He pleaded.
"I'll look completely ridiculous." Lily offered, leaving it at that.
After a few minutes silence, Lily picked up her book and flipped through it leisurely. "Where are the rest of the boys?" She asked.
"Doing last minute dress robe slash mask shopping." James replied.
"Do you have your dress robes and mask?" She questioned.
"Have you ever known me not to be prepared for a party?" He asked, running a hand through his onyx locks.
"Not really." She said with a smile.
"LILY! GET YOUR ARSE UP HERE!" Gracie yelled from above.
"Give me just a minute!" Lily hollered back, rolling her emerald eyes with suppressed laughter.
She turned back to the to-do list and scanned it over once more as James tried not to concentrate on the gentle curve of her neck and back as she bent over the paper. Her lips were parted and a single strand of scarlet hung from her messy bun. James all but lost it as her chest rose and fell as she breathed deeply. Any minute now, he was going to forget all dignity, leap forward, and snog the bloody hell out of her.
"What?" Lily asked playfully, raising her eyes from the parchment to his shocked face.
"N-nothing." He said, looking down and trying to calm the creeping blush going up his neck.
"Lily! Stop fussing over your hair!" Emma reprimanded, brushing her red-head friend's bangs to the side.
"And stop fidgeting." Gracie added sharply. "You're acting like a sociopath with turrets."
"Well, what the hell am I supposed to do?" Lily shouted, wringing her gloved hands.
"Stand still and quit tripping over your heels?" Gracie suggested as the trio walked down the steps of the Gryffindor Common room.
"I'm nervous dammit! We're going to be matched up to dance with someone we may loathe!" Lily cried, her face flushing at the thought of it.
Gracie shuddered and muttered something that sounded like, "Ew, Sirius."
"Look," Emma began to lecture, taking Lily's hand, "We all have to dance with someone whether we like it or not. When are they announcing the pairs anyway?"
"At ten o' clock," Lily explained as the turned a corner, "The pairs will be posted on a big board on the stage, a traditional ball dance will be played and all pairs have to participate. Couples that get along can keep dancing, while others can separate if they want."
"And what about the prank?" Gracie whispered, though there was no one in the corridor they were in.
"It's set to go off right after the pairs dance finishes." Lily answered. "And it's all perfectly in order, I checked this morning."
They walked in silence for a few more minutes, Lily continuing to pull at her gloves.
"Do you think James is there already?" The red-head asked, going with her friends down a flight of stairs.
"I imagine so, but it is really that important to you?" Gracie asked slyly, casting her eyes over at Lily.
"He's the Head Boy. If he's not there, I'll kill him."
"But of course, you have an excuse to be about twenty five minutes late, right?" Emma teased.
"We're TWENTY FIVE MINUTES LATE?" Lily screeched, stopping altogether.
"Yes." Gracie replied calmly.
Lily took off alarmingly fast for one in three inch heels.
"Ah, young love." Gracie whispered, as Emma giggled beside her.
"Where the hell is Lily?" Sirius asked for the fiftieth time in a row.
"I don't know!" James snapped.
It was seven twenty six, and the ball was supposed to have started twenty six minutes ago. Students were now clamoring in the entrance hall.
James was supposed to have Lily with him, because only she knew the activation spell for the dome that repelled the weather and kept warm air in.
"C'mon, Lily!" He pleaded under his breath.
"Lily! Slow down! You're going the wrong way!" Emma yelled, running on her heels and feeling rather afraid for her ankles.
"You guys go down to the entrance hall. I'll have to be in the courtyard to set off the dome. Plus, I plan to come in at the right moment!" She shouted back, taking off towards the courtyard.
"Do you think she realizes that she's doing this all for one guy?" Emma asked bewildered, placing her mask on her face.
"Not one bit." Gracie replied, putting her mask on as well.
It was now seven thirty four, and James was having a panic attack.
Students were also getting rather panicky, but in an irritated sort of way.
"Why didn't you just get the dome activation spell from Lily?" Sirius whined.
"Where is she?" James asked frantically, ignoring Sirius as he paced up and down the entrance of the dome. "What if she's hurt? What if she's sick and can't come?"
James saw both his professional career and piece of mind in shards at his feet, and all because he'd been too busy staring at Lily to ask her for the dome activation spell...
"Contego tempestas!" Cried a sudden voice from far off.
About fifty feet away from the castle, a gigantic, translucent bubble sprang up out of the ground. With the see-through membrane, the dome came complete with tables, chairs, food, drinks, and a stage set with a band that began playing.
The students cheered and streamed through the translucent membrane, already starting to dance.
A smile broke out on James' face as he entered the dome.
"Prongs, this is a kick arse ball!" Sirius crowed, giving him a high five as Remus and Peter walked over.
"You and Lily did rather outdo yourselves." Remus added with a smirk.
"Thanks, and speaking of everyone's favorite red-head, have you seen her?" James asked.
But his friends' attention seemed to be elsewhere, at the entrance to the dome, as Gracie and Emma walked over.
James could practically hear Sirius' 'Humanahumanas' as his friend gawked at Gracie.
The brunette was wearing a navy blue dress with criss cross straps and sashes hanging from the shoulders in the back. Her hair was pulled back in a bun, with only a few sienna strands hanging out of place and (James could have been imagining it) her face was seasoned with a modest amount of makeup, framed by a white sequined mask. She also wore white, silk, elbow length gloves.
James switched his eyes over to Emma, and was surprised to find her in a rather low cut, royal purple spaghetti strap dress which matched her eyes. Her ebony hair was curled and pinned to one side with a small clip in the shape of a moon. She too was wearing makeup, along with a sequined white mask and white gloves.
Though James' jaw refrained from falling down, he did have to admit that the two girls both looked very attractive.
"Hey, you girls look great, but do you have any idea as to where Lily is?" He asked as his friends continued to stare.
"We thought she activated the dome with you?" Emma asked back innocently.
"No, she did it from far away." James confirmed.
"Well, if we see her, we'll tell her you called." Gracie said with a smile, taking Emma and walking away, but not without making many heads turn on the way.
Sirius gave a low whistle. "Boy do I feel jealous of the guy that gets matched up with her and gets to fondle her arse during a dance."
Remus, who had just recovered from his sexy-girl induced coma, rolled his green eyes and said. "Could you at least try to be respectful of Gracie tonight?"
"Are you kidding me?" Sirius shouted, grey eyes widening in horror. "I'm going to use any means of come on to get just ONE dance with her."
Peter waked off in the midst of their bickering to the snack table, where they actually were serving waffles. Eventually, Sirius and Remus departed each other in disgust, though while Remus went to the lavatory, Sirius went straight over to the dance floor, where he executed several of his famous pelvic thrusts.
James stared into the crowd and tried to make out any signs of scarlet hair, but none were present. He watched with a bemused expression as Sirius chased Gracie around the dome, Gracie threatening to remove his balls with the heel of her shoe. It was also amusing to see girls glare jealously at Emma as a Hufflepuff asked her to dance (she politely declined).
About five minute later, James began to think that his Head Girl would never show up. He took off his black mask and sighed.
"Aren't you supposed to wear that?" Questioned a pristine voice from behind.
James was about to tell this person (whoever it was) to shove it, but then he recognized the voice and whipped around.
Lily.
It took several seconds for James to reassure himself that it WAS Lily.
And once he did, his heart stopped.
He wasn't imagining it. He had a real, live coronary as he took in the visually delicious sight that was Lily Evans.
If he thought she was beautiful before, then that was nothing compared to how he thought now.
He would have turned down London's hottest model for Lily.
There really was no word to describe her. Beautiful seemed only like a minor compliment compared to how she really looked.
She was bearing a pine green dress that seemed to accentuate every single luscious curve in her body that James had been dreaming of for two years now. Snug in all the right places, the gown stretched from the floor all the way up to her underarms. It was completely sleeveless, no straps or anything else, leaving Lily's pale, soft-looking flesh vulnerable to the biting cold outside the dome. James couldn't help but notice that the dress was low cut, revealing both cleavage and a tiny bit of soft breast protruding from the top of the dress. Lily's flaming red hair was curled and hanging down in loose tresses that looked almost like ribbons of evening sunlight. Her freckly face (which to James, looked more stunning than ever before) was decorated with a light layer of makeup and adorned with a mask identical to those of Gracie and Emma. She also wore white, elbow length gloves.
James couldn't breathe. It seemed as if this was his last moment on the face of the Earth, inching by as he took in Lily's appearance. His heart was clenching both painfully and wonderfully.
Now, his jaw DID drop.
He suddenly felt extremely hot and uncomfortable under his dress robes.
I'll definitely have to thank Gracie and Emma for giving Lily a four hour makeover. James thought, and his conscience agreed.
"Yeah yeah, I know I look atrocious." Lily said, shaking her head, "I should never have let my friends do this to me."
Oh, if only I could tell you how good you really look.
"You look great." James managed to rasp.
You know that's an understatement, Potter.
"Be honest." Lily prompted.
Is it possible to tell you what I honestly think without snogging you senseless?
"I seriously think you look nice." James said sincerely, slightly blushing.
"Evans? You look hot!" Sirius yelled from across the dome, still attempting to get his hands on Gracie.
Lily rolled her luminous eyes, obviously satisfied with both James and Sirius' reactions. She turned to James, her expression suddenly stern. "Now put on your mask Head Boy, we have a ball to run."
"Yes ma'am." He said, following her and averting his eyes so he couldn't watch her swaying hips.
Yes ma'am indeed.
Gracie finally gave up running and whirled around.
"What do you want, Black?" She asked through gritted teeth.
"The same thing you are denying me, Gracie my love." Sirius said, running his hungry eyes over him slim frame before adding softly, "Can I help it that you are exceptionally beautiful?"
Though Gracie scoffed and pretended to gag, the lightest shade of pinks rose on her cheeks.
"We have a bigger problem than your never ending horniness, Black." The brunette said bluntly as she stared across the room.
Sirius followed her gaze across the dance floor to find James and Lily, talking amiably by the punch table.
With a sigh of defeat, Sirius ran a hand through his long hair. "We're going to have to get them together tonight, aren't we?"
"Yes." Gracie said, then with a grimace, "And if you're good and follow my instructions, you may get a reward."
Sirius' eyes went round with excitement as Gracie pulled him close and began to whisper in his ear.
At nine thirty, the ball was getting even more interesting. Or, at least that's how James saw it. About seven girls had asked him to dance already and (he wasn't very happy about this) about ten to fifteen boys had asked Lily to dance. He couldn't help but want to rip the heads off of the hopeful clouts that thought they were worthy enough to dance with Lily.
Hell, he wasn't even worthy of her, and he was James Potter for Christ's Sake!
"Jamesie, wanna dance?" Said a squeaky voice from behind him.
He turned.
Angie was standing there, in a pink dress that somehow reminded him of those cupcakes his mom made on Valentine's Day. There was WAY too much makeup on her face for his liking and her hair looked like it was cemented to look a certain way.
"Hey Angelina." He said, kissing her cheek lightly. "Let's dance."
With an iron grip, she led him to the dance floor. He really wasn't enjoying himself at all. Angie had him in a vice like hold and constantly kept trying to force her lips upon him (she still couldn't kiss him) and kept giggling shrilly.
"So where's your friend, what's her name, um, Ginger!?" Angie asked, her lips dripping with lip gloss.
"It's Lily. I don't know where she is." James said flatly, scanning the crowd.
When his eyes found Lily, his stomach nearly fell out of his body and onto the floor.
She was dancing with Sirius. His best friend. Was dancing with his girl.
Wait a minute, she's not my girl.
Is too.
She's my Head Girl, but not my girl.
Whatever you say, Potter.
Lily and Sirius were in conversation, Sirius whispered something in her eat and she laughed. James felt his blood boil as Angie rattled on about something pointless. Sirius' arms were around the red-head's waist, yet Lily looked completely calm about it. Why was she dancing with him? She wasn't supposed to be dancing with anyone, that's just not what Lily did!
Suddenly, Gracie walked right up to him.
"May I cut in?" She asked with a devilish grin.
"Get lost, Harlow." Angie spat.
"Angie, just let her dance with me." James pleaded, letting go of his girlfriend and taking hold of Gracie's waist.
The blonde stomped off to the bathroom, probably to go apply more makeup.
Despite her reputation for hating any interaction with the opposite sex, Gracie seemed completely at ease.
James kept glancing over her shoulder at Lily and Sirius. A smirk covered the brunette's face.
"Jealous?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"What?" James asked distractedly, still keeping a steely glance on his best friend(s).
"Of Sirius for getting to dance with Lily." She prompted.
James bit his lip in anger as Sirius dramatically dipped Lily, who let out a shout of laughter.
"A little. But only because Lily's my best friend and I want to look out for her."
"Okay." Gracie said, drawing out the word.
"She looks nice doesn't she?" Gracie asked a few seconds later, "Me and Em didn't do too bad a job on her, did we?"
"She looks too beautiful for words to describe." He said, not thinking about what particular thoughts he was voicing until he did. He looked down at Gracie, who was wearing a triumphant grin.
"Are you trying to make me say what goes through my head, Gracie?" James asked skeptically.
"Maybe. I'm just trying to find out if you are deeply in love with me as I am with you."
"WHAT?" James asked, ceasing their dance.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." Gracie said with a rather boyish snort. "James, c'mon, you're a great guy, but you're not my type. We both know that."
"But of course, Sirius is your type, right?" James asked slyly.
"I don't have a type. And as attractive as Sirius is, it wouldn't work out." The brunette said defiantly, looking at the ceiling.
"If you don't tell me, I'll just assume." James warned, twirling her around.
"If you don't tell me, I'll assume and scheme to make something happen." She threatened back.
"Fair enough. I'll ask an indirect question and you answer it, and you ask one that I'll answer."
"Fine." She agreed.
"Have you, at any point in time, felt an inexplicable attraction to Sirius Black?" He asked, eying Lily from far away.
"Only once and I was wasted when it happened." She answered. "Have you, more than once, been tempted to ask Lily out again?"
James contemplated this question. "A couple times, but only when she is looking extremely attractive." He lied, trying to sound cocky and not caring. James knew very well that every possible minute he thought about asking out Lily Evans, but he would never admit it to himself.
Gracie's eyes widened. "You lying bastard." She said with a laugh. "You know very well you want nothing more than to marry her and snog her senseless."
And with that, Gracie walked away, only casting another knowing glance back at James before dissolving into the crowd.
On the other side of the room, Lily was nearly tearing with laughter at a joke that Sirius was telling her about the first time him and James went into the Forbidden Forest. She leaned her head on his shoulder as she steadied her breathing.
Then, she felt Sirius lips at her ear, whispering. "You know, I think James is nearly dying of jealousy over there."
Lily's head snapped up and she quickly glanced over at James, who was sitting on a chair with Angie, who was chatting away.
"Well, he doesn't need to be jealous; he knows you and I are friends. Besides, Gracie is your girl."
"Of course. But am I not allowed to enjoy a dance with an incredibly sexy red head?" Sirius asked, giving his most charming smile.
"Thank you. But you don't need to be so blunt." She said with a laugh.
"And DIP!" Sirius cried, tipping Lily back in a tango-like stance.
The red-head let out another shout of laughter. "Padfoot, I swear. If I wasn't in love with James, I would totally be crushing on you."
She froze, eyes widened and petrified looking. The smallest of smiles tugged at Sirius' lips.
"I didn't...I mean...that's not what I..." Lily spluttered, letting go of Sirius and tugging vivaciously at her gloves.
"It's okay Lils, I promise not to tell." Sirius swore, locking his lips shut.
After considering him for a moment, Lily leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "Thanks, Pads."
"Hey, just as long as I can be the best man at the wedding, I'm good." He said, shrugging.
Lily walked away to the ladies room, not even aware that a pair of hazel eyes were following her the whole way.
At ten 'o clock, the students gathered around the stage, the girls on one side and the guys on the other. Lily and James stood on the back of the stage, conversing.
"Ready for this?" James said, looking earnestly into her eyes.
"Of course." She said.
Suddenly, a giant black board above the stage began to alight with names. Moans of disappointment and yells of delight filled the room as the students reacted.
James scanned the girl's column and their matches.
Grace Harlow-Sirius Black
Emmeline Vance-Remus Lupin
Angelina White- Peter Pettigrew
Lily Evans- James Potter
Lily saw her name next to James' and gulped loudly, her stomach clenching and un-clenching.
She knew James wouldn't want to dance. He'd want to dance with Angie, despite the fact that Angie was (rather hilariously) paired with Peter.
But then, James extended a hand gently. "Shall we dance, my lady?"
She took his hand in hers and together, they walked to the center of the dance floor. Lily couldn't help but feel like a princess in a Fairytale. Couples began to form around them, including Gracie and Sirius, Remus and Emma and Angie and Peter.
The softest combination of piano and harp began playing, revealing a sweet melody to dance to. Without a cue, James gathered Lily into his arms, their two bodies pressing against one another's.
Gently, he placed his arms around her waist, and was amazed that it almost felt like they were meant to be there. A perfect fit.
Lily put her arms loosely around his shoulders, refraining from pulling him any closer than he already was.
The lights dimmed and suddenly, it seemed as if the whole sky was before them, stars twinkling and half moon shining. Lily's eyes widened.
"Did you plan this?" She asked, nodding at the open sky.
"Possibly." He said, as they began to sway to the music.
"Well, I'd say you have outdone yourself this time." She said, looking around them.
"I'm sorry you didn't get matched up with Angie." Lily said apologetically, glancing over at the life-sized Barbie doll ten feet away from them.
"It's alright." James said. "Besides, I think she is having a blast dancing with Wormtail."
At the sight of Angie towering uncomfortably over small little Peter, both Head boy and girl burst into silent fits of laughter as they continued to dance.
"Hey, look. Gracie and Sirius are actually getting along." James pointed out.
Lily was surprised to find both Sirius and Gracie looking at each other oddly. Gracie looked like she wasn't sure whether to kick his arse or just go with the moment and dance.
"Oh, and James?" Lily asked as they faced each other once more.
"Yeah?"
"This dome idea was brilliant. I'm glad I agreed with you to do this." She complimented.
James looked absentmindedly at a freckle on Lily's left cheek.
"I'm glad it pleased you." He said quietly.
She blinked, finding it harder to process rational thoughts in her head.
"So, do you think our work here is done?" James asked with a small smile.
"Yeah. Almost. I think it would be a little better if we received a little gift from either the Marauders or Marauderesses." She replied coyly; glad to have something to focus on.
"Well, the Marauders, I can guarantee will visit. However, as for the Marauderesses, I can't say."
"I can." Lily said. "I owled them and asked if they could drop by. We'll just have to wait and see if they reply."
Her eyes were alight with mischievous knowing and James wanted so much to stare into them forever. He slowly moved forward and brought his cheek to hers, enjoying her soft skin on his. Her eyes widened a small fraction.
"James?" She murmured after about thirty seconds, losing all sense of feeling and intelligent thinking.
"Mmm?" He asked as the song slowed down gently.
"I'm glad I could share this dance with you. I mean, I know there's a dozen girls in here who are more prettier than me that would like to dance with you, but I--I just wanted to let you know that it means a lot that you're dancing with me.. More than you know." She said quietly, so only he could hear.
He pulled back to see her face again. In a way she still looked like the little eleven year old girl who he used to blow spitballs at in class. Innocent and pure.
"You know," He began, bringing up a shaky hand to tuck an auburn curl back behind her ear, "You are the most beautiful girl in the room right now, and I'm not saying that because you're my best friend, but I am saying it because its true."
Like molten pools of emeralds, Lily's eyes danced with happiness and she blushed lightly.
"Really?" She asked, her voice no more than a whisper.
James found his breath caught in his throat. He no longer could find the will to speak. He could only look at her, drinking in every detail. She was so near. Her natural scent of vanilla and mint drove him over the edge, nearly intoxicating him. He was drowning in her. Drowning in the pools of green framed by that white sequined mask.
Lily found him staring at her with an insane amount of intensity. It almost frightened her.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked, even quieter than before.
Her lips were so close. A plush rose on the peak of her face that James was so longing to caress.
He leaned in and she looked up, their faces mere centimeters apart.
Lily's eyes slipped shut, her mind fogging and leading her towards an eternal bliss.
BLAM.
A noise like an earthquake shattered the peaceful atmosphere like a brick in a glass window. Everywhere, all around the room, the decorative balloons were bursting like wildfire, peppering every student with an array of sequins, confetti and rice.
James looked down and found that Lily was no longer in his arms. He looked around wildly, but she just wasn't there. He found a small index card on the floor near one of the just exploded balloons. He read the swirly writing with a smile.
Courtesy of the Marauderesses
He walked to the door as students cheered as more and more balloons exploded, some even emitting fireworks. He caught sight of Sirius passing around a tray and saying, "Special brownies? Anyone care for a brownie? Gift from the Marauders!"
James had an odd feeling about those brownies, but ignored his urge to try one and sat down with a sigh. The students continued to dance (the band had struck up another song) and James looked blandly over the crowd.
Someone came and sat next to him, but he didn't care who it was.
"She had to get away. It was too much for her." Emma said softly, removing her mask.
"Who, Lily? I'm sure she just needed a pit stop." James said jokingly, ruffling his hair.
Emma searched him with her violet eyes.
"You shouldn't doubt other people's feelings about you." She said gently.
James looked up to ask her what she meant by that but she was already walking away.
Sirius bounded over and shoved a brownie into James' hand.
"Courtesy of the Marauders." Sirius said with a wink.
James walked out of the dome as quickly as possible, needing to breathe the cold, sharp air outside.
He sat down next to the beech tree and took a bite of the brownie, staring moodily over the glassy lake. The brownie tasted odd, numbing in a way.
I blew it.
Yes, you did Potter.
I can't help it; Lily is just so freaking stunning!
There's a way to get rid of all this sexual tension, my friend.
How?
Ask her out.
She'd hate me. We're just friends. I wouldn't trade our friendship for the world.
He took another bite of brownie, knowing something must have been in it.
He new that his feelings for Lily were only those of mere attraction. It was nothing major. Lily said so herself a couple years ago, he just liked her and nothing more.
"I love Lily Evans."
He said it before he even thought about saying it. James slapped his hands over his mouth as he repeated the phrase.
"Truth potion in brownies. Damn you Sirius." He cursed under his breath.
He said it in a whisper. "I love Lily Evans."
He said it over and over, loving the taste of it on his tongue.
He smiled like he hadn't smiled in years.
True, he was in love with a girl that he could never confess to.
But it was worth it to be able to admit it to himself.
It truly was.
Lily leaned her head against her bed post in the Head's dorms, a small tear escaping beneath her closed eyelids.
"I love you James Potter." She whispered to the empty room, giving a small chuckle as she took her heels off.
"If only you knew." She said sadly, lying down on her bed.
James walked up to his dorm to find it covered in confetti and sequins as if several balloons had exploded in it.
A note was on his side table drawer.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Thank you for allowing us to prank during your ball.
Yours most sincerely,
Midnight, Freckles and Frown
But the thing that bothered James the most was not the note or the mess in his room.
No, he was only bothered when he found that every single sequin scattered on the floor was white.
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