Standard disclaimer applies.
Astronomy is one of those required courses that, by sixth year, everyone hates. Including me. Yes, I know, the student extrordinaire, academic overachiever, dislikes a class. But what can I say? When you have to go to a midnight class because that's the only time one can observe Mars and Jupiter crossing paths in their orbits, and one still has absolute mountains of homework to do, and one knows that they're never going to use Astronomy again in their life, they just get frustrated.
So I'm sitting in the class, making a mental to-do list of what I should be doing to prepare for my Ancient Runes test, when suddenly, a scrunched-up wad of paper appears on my desk. I stare at it, astounded, as it unfolds itself.
You know, Jupiter and Mars cross paths only once every three-hundred years. It's going to be really beautiful, and you'll be sorry you missed it.
--JP
I want to laugh. James Potter, marauder extroardinaire, is telling me to pay attention in class? Like he'll get away with this!
I'm about to write back on the paper, to tell him that I couldn't give a flying fuck about Jupiter and Mars crossing paths and that I have a million other things to do, when it happens. The planets, look to me like their going to collide, the red and the green clashing brilliantly in the otherwise peaceful sky. Everyone has gotten up out of their chairs and approached the edge of the tower, attempting to get the best view of the phenomenon. I stand up in my seat, and am surprised, slightly, when I hear James' voice, feel his hot breath in my ear.
"Told you so."
I turn to him and smile, not minding how close his head is to my face. He's looking up, and I can see the colors of the planets reflected in his glasses. He's that close. I so desperately want to lean in and kiss him, and my eyes travel down to his extremely pink lips. How I wish I could!
Suddenly his eyes turn from the scene above to my face, to my eyes, rather, and I'm astounded by what he does next.
"All in good time, Lily."
He then leans in ever so slightly, and kisses my forehead. He's much too close as I see his eyes rove my face, now illuminated by the stars.
"You're wonderful, James." I whisper, surprised at my own words. And at this he truly smiles, all the way to his eyes, not the quiet, muted ones he usually grins, but a full-blast-James-Potter smile.
And finally, I laugh.
Review. I wasn't so sure if this was too cheesy or not, and it's probably likely that Mars and Jupiter will never come close to crossing paths, but I just sort of thought of it. And I like it.