The Astronomy Tower................
James Potter was sitting on the ground while waiting for Lily Evans, fiddling with a lily flower. He's been waiting for a solid 20 minutes now and out of no where, rain started to downfall.
"Typical. The guy who lost has to lose in the fucking rain," hissed James.
He sat up and looked up the sky, when a small voice echoed around the tower.
"Who says you lost?"
He turned around and saw a beautiful, soaked to the bone Lily Evans clutching a parchment in her hand. Smiling.
"I read your poem," giggled Lily.
"What's so funny?"
"It was funny."
"What was funny?"
"The poem."
"But how can my poem be funny?"
"Ahah, I don't know. The way you just talked about me being a booger-"
"NO! Oh my God! Holy shit! Merlin! No! Lily, that wasn't the poem I wanted to give you, I swear! Oh!" James shook his head and walked up to Lily.
"I didn't mean to give you that one. It was by mistake!"
Lily giggled and said, "Why are you so worried?"
He stopped and blinked. "Well, my poem was about you being a booger and all..."
"So? I loved every single part of it, James." She giggled again.
"Really? You're weird." he laughed.
"So, let me hear the piece I was supposed to read."
"Okay, I've got it memorized," he said proudly.
He cleared his voice, and started, trying to drown the noise of the downpour of the rain.
"Your green eyes/ Are simply magnificent/ You fiery red hair/ Is simply an understatement/ Your wonderful voice/ Slowly soothes my soul/ Your quirky ways/ Slowly undresses my heart/ Stating that I,/ James Potter/ Will love you forever."
She smiled and hugged herself. "Thank you, James. That was beautiful."
He walked up to her and hugged her, stroking her soaked hair.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" he whispered in her ear, so faintly it was hard for her to hear.
"I love it. I truly do, James. But I like the first poem you gave me." she said.
"Why? I mean, it's so juvenile and-"
Lily kissed him and his mouth shut for a few minutes. They stood there holding each other, enjoying the whispers of the rush of the rain.
"Don't you get it? That's who you are. You are juvenile, you git." smiled Lily.
"Really. You're weird," he said seriously, then he laughed. "I suppose both poems combined might at least give you a little hint of how much you mean to me?"
"A little," breathed Lily.
He leaned in towards Lily and gently pressed his lips with hers. They kept at it and held each other close, trying to warm each other up from the cold rain.
Lily pulled away from their kiss and held James' face close to hers.
"No matter how silly it sounds," she whispered, not taking her eyes off of his, "I'd be honored to be your booger, any day."