A/N: I'm in love with this pairing. Tell me what you think about them! And I'd be very honored if you liked this enough to favorite, but please leave a review when you do so. Enjoy! - Lauren

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or One Tree Hill in any way.

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"People that are meant to be together always find their way in the end."

- Brooke Davis, One Tree Hill

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You see, it's all just a mess of contradictions, of secrets and insecurities, of fighting to keep on standing tall between name-sakes and twin brothers and a hidden, burning love for theatre, shared inside their hearts.

But there's no girl in the world like her.

And she's never really known a boy like him.

(and this is not an act; this is for real)

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He thinks theatre-wise. He watches the world in scenes and he loves it more than anything else in the world; more than magic, more than flying, even more than the first time he ever ate pancakes, and that really says a lot.

When he was little, he used to go to this old theatre behind his house, sneak inside through the backdoor and spend hours and hours, hiding in the dark, watching the actors speak, watching the director do his job, watching the whole world becoming something completely different in merely a few seconds.

He'd lie on the dusty stage and write and write and write and write; all these monologues, all these dialogues, until his fingers were stained with ink and every piece of paper told a different story.

She's the best actress he knows. And he's been watching her the world in scenes for years, so of course she plays the main part.

He thinks that it's a little bit like this:

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(act 1, scene 1)

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It's 7 a.m. on the day of his tenth birthday and she's just a little girl with pretty hair and pretty eyes and the cheekiest smile he's ever seen. She's still dressed in her light blue pajama shorts, there's sugar on her cheek and she's standing on his doorstep, carrying the biggest birthday cake in the world.

"Happy tenth birthday," she grins and he rubs the sleep out of his eyes as quickly as he can, guessing that this day is going to be great.

He's absolutely right.

They eat the cake, sitting on the swinging bench, without plates or forks or anything. They play this game called Quidditch-without-brooms with his brother. They built a fortress in his bedroom and listen to his father tell stories about magical beasts and it's one of the best birthdays he's ever had.

She kisses him, right on his cheek, just before she leaves, and it's such a typical Lily thing to do, because she's never afraid to do anything, and so he knows that he shouldn't think too much of it.

But when he waves as she crosses the street and runs home, the sticky feeling of her lips on his cheek, sort of does this weird thing with his heart. And he turns around and gives his mum the biggest hug he can, because he thinks he'll explode, if he doesn't give some of this strange new feeling in his heart away.

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(act 1, scene 5 – script version)

The boy: "Lily?"

The girl: "Yeah."

The boy: "Are you scared?"

The girl: "Why would I be scared?"

The boy: "Well, what if it all goes wrong? What if it turns out we're not magic after all, and they send us straight away, back home?"

The girl: "Trust me, we are magic."

The boy: "But what if we end up in different Houses? We'll still be friends right?"

The girl: "Of course we will."

The boy: "So you won't forget about me, then?"

The girl: "I will never forget about you. You're my best friend. You're my best friend in the whole wide world."

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(act 2, scene 1)

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This is not they way they planned things.

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(act 4, scene 1)

He sits at the end of the Ravenclaw table and he's pretty much invisible.

She sparkles right in the middle of Slytherin and she's the centre of attention.

She forgets about him the second she walks into Hogwarts, and they're no longer best friends and he'll stay forever in the shadows, while she shines in the spotlight.

And the worst thing is, she doesn't even know what's happening to her. And no one around her seems to care. No one but the idiotic, blonde boy with glasses and the gorgeous twin brother and this strange passion for theatre, who's watching her in the Great Hall, with her perfect face and perfect hair and perfect skin and eyes looking at her surroundings as if none of it is even worth looking at.

She stopped being real, as soon as she walked out of the train.

And it's probably the worst contradiction in the world.

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(act 6, scene 3, - part 1)

It takes them five years, several ignored attempts at making having a conversation like they used to, one roughly out of control Quidditch match and three weeks of detention, which neither of them really deserve – she didn't even say anything and he's only the Quidditch commentator for crying out loud – before they finally talk again.

She accidentally locks them up in the Defense Against The Dark Arts classroom and at first he's furiously mad at her (the detention itself had been worse enough) but eventually they end up sitting on the floor and she says something to him and he says something back and it's a little bit like talking.

It's not like it used to be.

But maybe it's a start.

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(act 6, scene 3, - part 2)

Hi, I'm Lorcan. Hi, I'm Lily. Let's start over, shall we?

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(act 6, scene 6)

She tells him that Teddy is going to marry Victoire, during one of their last detentions together and she cries on his shoulder for almost the entire time.

He watches her break right in front of him and it's like his heart splits in two, because he feels so sorry for her, so sorry. But for one moment she's completely real again, and he loves her for it. There's mascara all over his shirt, but she's crying real tears of real heartbreak, and it's the first time in years that he wonders how all of this has been for her.

It's the first time that he realizes that she's also a part of this broken friendship. And maybe he kind of misjudged her about it.

"Teddy is an idiot," he tells her. "He doesn't deserve you, and he's the one going to regret this, Lils. The fault is not in our stars, but in ourselves."

And then it happens. She turns her head. "That's Shakespeare." Her eyes light up in a second. "You just quoted Shakespeare."

"Oh, well…"

They spend the next hour talking about theatre, and whenever he quotes a line, she finishes the sentence before even before he's even halfway there, and he thinks he falls in love with her all over again.

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(act 7, scene 4)

Sometimes he thinks she never really stopped being his best friend, even though she practically ignored him for five years.

She drags him down with her to the old theatre in Hogsmeade and they watch almost every single show together – talking about how he'll be a director one day, and she'll be an actress (because let's face it, she's rather good at it)

And when she smiles at him and grabs his hand, just before the lights go off, he finally feels like he's no longer alone. Like she's back, right where she always belonged to be.

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(act 9, scene 5)

Of course, they argue sometimes, and she's Slytherin after all, so sometimes she still acts like she doesn't care about him, and it hurts, but she gets him like no one else does and lately he's been quite aware of the fact that he can make her blush if he wants to, and he kind of enjoys it.

So they spend their days together, on top of the Astronomy tower, beside the lake or in the back of the old theatre. She whispers lines to him during Transfiguration and she acts out her favorite monologues in empty corridors, and they pass each other scribbled notes, with scenes written out on them.

When it's his birthday, she bakes him a cake.

She drops down on his bed in the Gryffindor boys' dormitory, grinning, licking the sugar of her lips, chatting all this and all that about unimportant stuff and he watches her and keeps on smiling the entire time.

Because the girl in front of him shines, and he's no longer invisible.

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(act 10, scene 10 – script version)

The girl: "I'm really sorry, you know."

The boy: "What?"

The girl: "I said I'm sorry. About everything. I didn't realize I was that mean to you."

The boy: "Don't worry about it."

- Intermezzo –

The girl: "You know, maybe we're the kind of people they should write a tragedy about."

The boy: "We're not. Not anymore."

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You see, it all ends with this:

He never said "I love you" to anyone, ever before in his entire life, and then he just goes and screams at her, fists clenched with anger, completely unaware of the impact of his words, all the way across the street, during Christmas holidays in seventh year.

She stops walking away from him immediately.

She turns around and he doesn't even remember what they were fighting about, because he's never seen her look at him like that.

And then she walks back, wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him full on his mouth.

(and this is not an act; this is for real)