45

Evie

A week after we showed the Potter Generation and the school was still in disbelief. It was all anyone could talk about and my little group of friends were nothing less than overjoyed. Our crazy plan had somehow worked and we were still there to tell the tale. Hermione definitely wasn't please but McGonagall let it happen. It made the Dumbledore in her shine through.

We had been treated as royalty since then, people talking to us like we were celebrities or something. Ian was the only one used to it and simply called them off but eventually there was no holding off the crowds. They were hungry for answers and thank you's and admiration. We listened to each and every one.

There wasn't much time for talking between us especially with classes starting again. We could only see each other in the hallway and at mealtimes and even that wasn't enough. We were all waiting for a moment to take a breath and it seemed that it would never come.

I was sucked into the crowd when I saw Ian after class exactly a week after the documentary. I had been meaning to talk to him for a while but I never had a chance. Our eyes met through the sea and we both thought the same thing.

It took a while but eventually we made it to the side of the hallway. We were both out of breath and laughing and it took me a second to remember what I was here for.

"Hey." I breathed, looking up at him.

"Hi." He breathed back.

"I haven't seen you in a while." I smiled, knowing that I stalling. I probably should have thought about what I was going to say but I didn't think I needed to. Apparently, talking to Ian was about as easy as talking to a rock.

"Yeah, things have been crazy." There was an awkward silence and neither of us looked at each other and I wanted to punch myself in the face. Why was this so difficult?

"So, I guess I made my decision. About us." I said. As if he needed clarification. I pushed my hair behind my ears and tried to compose myself.

"And I want to try again. Pick up where we left off, as best friends. It's not exactly being in love but it's a start and maybe we'll get there soon and I want to get there but I'm not sure how much I can take yet but i really really wanna-" I rambled before Ian took my face in his hands.

"Evie, please stop talking." He smiled before kissing me. Damn. It was just like in those movies we lied about hating. It was out Love Actually moment. I kissed him back and somewhat made up for all those years of staring at his house waiting for this exact moment.

"I'm pretty sure best friends don't kiss." I laughed when we finally broke apart.

"We aren't normal best friends." He shrugged. We held hands and started walking without a real place to go. Ian friends called to him but he ignored them, squeezing my hand.

"Did I ever tell you about the time I convinced them I was in a mariachi band?"