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"Lily, please, it was a complete accident!" James pleaded, treading Lily's footsteps. Lily stormed away icily, ignoring James completely.
She didn't want to hear it; she didn't want to know. She just wanted to jump into her bed, pull the covers over her head and cry for being so stupid. Scold herself for letting her guard down. Yell into her pillow for actually thinking Potter was fine. She was realizing how stupid she was.
"Lily!" James kept yelling out. "Please!"
Angrily, she suddenly stopped and turned to face James. His eyes begged for understanding. Lily's screamed for solitude.
"Get away from me," she hissed at him dangerously. Just as she was about to walk away, James gently grasped Lily's wrist.
"Lily, listen to me, that wasn't-" he started rambling in hopes that Lily would listen. Lily wasn't listening; she was more feeling his fingers around her wrist and it felt so good. She hated herself for it.
"Shut up!" Lily bellowed and kicked at James' shin. Squealing, James dropped his hands to grab his poor shin. Lily stared at him scornfully and began walking away.
"Argh," he groaned, but started to follow Lily again, limping pathetically. Lily looked back at the sorry sight and sighed exasperatedly.
"Why can't you just accept that I don't like you?" Lily cried in irritation. "Why don't you just give up and leave me alone?"
James' bold hazel eyes bore into Lily's shining emerald ones. Lily couldn't pull her away; the gaze was captivating. She wanted to lean in closer and fill her mind with that brilliant gaze, but of course, she didn't.
"Do you ever just put your arms out and just spin and spin and spin?" James murmured as he gently took Lily's hands into his. Lily didn't draw away this time. "That's what love is like. Everything inside of you tells you to stop before you fall, but for some reason you just keep going. You can't help it."
Lily stared back as the misunderstanding stacked up in her heart was melted away. She didn't see a James Potter who was the Gryffindor Prince. She didn't see a James Potter that dyed Mrs. Norris' fur into crazy colors. Instead, she saw him differently; she saw him as a James Potter that she was coming to like.