A/N: I started this on an impulse after reading Behind her Eyes by wickedswanz. Unfortunately, it hasn't been updated in a very long time and I doubt the author would continue it soon. The story had a very interesting premise and I desperately want to know the ending and so here I am: motivated.
IMPORTANT: This story is only inspired by the story aforementioned so it won't be exactly the same. I won't be copy pasting anything big (except maybe the summary/description because I am bollocks at making a good one) but I will be stealing some lines and following the initial chapters about some details i.e James and Lily's relationship etc. Characters might be OOC as I never finished reading the books. Additionally, I also apologize in advance for my limited vocabulary (google is my beta) and/or any spelling/grammatical errors (english is not my first language + the last story I wrote was a poorly written 1st POV BTS fanfic that I still laugh at to this day so this'll be my first time writing in 3rd pov). I'll try my best to have as little plot holes as possible but just know that I'm writing this for fun and am just uploading it for other people who might enjoy these drabbles so I won't be taking it too seriously.
THX and without further ado...
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One
A well known fact
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It was quite a well known fact that Mr. James Fleamont Potter, aged 17, had taken his pursuit of a certain red-headed witch to a whole other level in terms of passion and grandeur. Students and teachers of all ages have learned to look forward to the next grand romantic gesture from the young lad. It seems like he had took it upon himself to beat his own gestures, making them even grander and — as per his fellow Marauder, Mr Remus John Lupin's words — "even more annoying" than the year last. What was once a shy handful of white lilies, now was a concert of extravaganza shouting his affections on top of his lungs (even going as far as to recruit another member of the Marauders: Mr. Sirius Orion Black, romance connoisseur and Hogwarts' very own casanova, much to Mr Lupin's and the aformentioned red-headed witch's chagrin).
Listening to the very exuberant "dulcet" tones of the confident duo singing atop the Gryffindor table was the very object of Mr Potter's affections, Ms Lily Anette Evans. Face hidden by her hands, Ms Evans has finally decided that she had enough of it. Using her best friends' silent encouragement to gather her Gryffindor courage against humiliation and annoyance, she raised her chin high and slammed down on the table hard.
"OKAY!" Her voice echoed, successfully garnering the student body's quiet anticipation.
Mr Potter has decided that he has never been so confused than in this moment. A brief flash of uncertainty and insecurity flashed through his mind. Lily looked calm. And that intimidated him more than when she was shrieking profanities with flushed cheeks that almost matched the colour of her own head.
"What gives, Evans? We were having a marvelous time. Right Prongs?" Sirius smirked and looked to James for confirmation.
"Okay, Potter." Lily pursed her lips and met the bespectacled boy's hazel eyes with her own.
Scratch that. James has decided that now is the most confusing moment of his entire life. He prayed to the heavens and the wizards (and witches) above that his assumptions of what she meant are not that: assumptions.
"O-okay?" James repeated uncertainly.
With a right grin, a weakly Mr Peter Linus Pettigrew, the youngest Marauder, nudged his friend. Once he gained the confused young man's attention, he nodded. It was verification that what James had been thinking were indeed correct.
Mr Pettigrew was not as slow as most would think. In fact, Mr Potter knew that the blond was incredibly perceptive hence why he was a Marauder in the first place, and why James believed the shorter young man.
The Great Hall waited for the messy haired boy's reaction with baited breath. He can be a little slow when caught off guard. And they knew that right now, he was incredibly caught off guard.
Not five seconds have passed and Mr James Potter finally broke into a gigantic grin, jumping off the table with finesse before whooping and scooping up Ms Evans into a tight — and very enthusiastic — hug. The crowd grew loud with congratulations, what with the pitiful suitor finally gaining the long awaited "yes" of the beautiful Gryffindor princess.