Disclaimer: I have been on this earth for 13 years, and I still do not own Harry Potter. That's right, I'm thirteen, and terribly short for it.
I will post the sequel as soon as I've posted this, so go ahead and check that out, it's called Desirable but Dangerous. It is set just a couple of months after this story, in about April.
Now, before I begin the chapter, I just want to say thank you.
So: THANK YOU FOR EVERYONE WHO HAS BOTHERED TO SIT DOWN AND READ MY SILLY LITTLE STORY. THANK YOU SO MUCH!
Enjoy! xxx
"I..I..." I'm so overcome with rage I'm shaking, and it's hard to think. "I hate you!"
"Well I hate you too!"
We're both standing there, breathing heavily, eyes flaring, fists clenched. Then we move as one.
I shove him up against the wall, and his hands are around my neck and his lips crash down on mine and we're kissing furiously, all anger and force and passion, teeth clashing and noses bumping and all I can think is James James James.
And then we break apart.
His eyes are closed as he leans back against the wall, breathing heavily, and I stumble backwards slightly, dropping quickly to sit on the floor with a thump.
His eyes fly open at the sound, full of concern, and then he zeroes in on me, cross-legged on the floor.
There's a long period of silence, where I stare at my hands, my heartbeat thundering through my legs and fingers and thumping in my chest.
I'm suddenly horribly aware of every part of my body, that my arm is curled up against my chest uncomfortably and that my hair is all over the place, mascara smudged under my eyelids and that my face is horribly flushed.
I rub the back of my neck, and although I'm not looking at James, I can feel his eyes on me, watching my every move.
So I start to hum, and then I start to sing, my voice startlingly loud in the silence.
It's an old song, one my dad used to sing to me and Petunia when we were younger, by the Beatles, called Hey Jude.
"Hey Jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better."
"Remember to let her into your heart. Then you can start to make it better."
James finishes with a weak smile, and I turn to look at him as he speaks.
"I don't really hate you."
I smile slowly, nervously. "I don't hate you either. I quite like you, actually."
Grinning shyly, he sits down on the floor too, keeping his distance warily.
"I love you, Lily."
I'm too shocked to say anything sensible.
"Well, you're really bad at it."
I mumble, and he laughs. Proper, loud laughter, falling back to lie on the floor, chuckling from the depths of his stomach.
I start to giggle.
Soon we're both rolling around on the floor, laughing and laughing, because suddenly it all seems so silly, so insignificant, so ridiculous. James throws his arm out and it catches me in the stomach, and I curl into him, all limbs and clumsy hands and breathy laughter.
Then we stop, like someone's silenced us, and I can't express how happy I am to be able to say us.
Our fingers find each other, and our hands twist together, falling forward to rest on the floor between us as I blow my hair out of face, smiling, then sober up as he pulls me to sit up with him.
"Lily?"
His eyes are bright, and hopeful.
Beautiful.
"I love you too."
He pulls me into him, pressing his lips to mine, and I lose myself in him.
"Wait," James breaks off suddenly, keeping his face close to mine, and I groan, leaning back in again.
"James..."
"Will you wear it?"
My charm bracelet sits, coiled in his hand, and I hold out my wrist expectantly, smiling so widely it hurts.
"I can't believe I ever thought it was a good idea to take it off."
He kisses my wrist gently, then fastens it, and I run my fingers along the charms lightly.
"I have a problem, James."
"Oh really?" His voice is light, amused. "What's that?"
"I think I may be suffering from the don't-want-you-to-go-anywhere-without-me-ever-again-itis."
"Really? How funny, I think I might be suffering from the exact same disease myself."
James stands up suddenly and smirks cockily down at me, holding out the hem of his Quidditch jumper..
"Hey Evans. Do you know what material this shirt is made out of?"
"Uh...wool?"
"Nope." His grin stretches from ear to ear. "Boyfriend material."
Shaking my head but smiling, I stand up, and he winks at me as there's a knock on the door.
"James, mate?"
Sirius peers around the edge of the door, and I wave at him, then put on a falsely apologetic tone.
"Oh hi Sirius! Listen, I'm really sorry and all, but I think we may have to break up."
His face cracks out the biggest grin I've seen in my entire life.
"So you've...you've..."
James answers his unasked question by kissing me quickly on the lips.
Sirius jumps up and down, literally jumps up and down, and claps his hands.
"Thank Merlin! I thought you'd never-"
I never get to hear what he has to say, because James picks me up, flings me over his shoulder and pushes past Sirius, chuckling, as I hammer his back with my fists. "James Potter! Put me-"
He breaks out into a run as we burst out into the corridor, and his footsteps echo on the flagstones, me shrieking with laughter the whole way.
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