On The Platform (A Jily Fanfic)

Seventh Year

AN: wow, I can't believe this fanfic is finished. I really loved writing it, and I hope you guys enjoyed reading it.
It was hard to get all the Jily moments across in only two scenes, so I'm scared that you might think some of these scenes are cheesy, but I tried to keep it realistic, and I hope it shows.
If you guys are interested, I'll write some one-shots based on this fanfic, about their time in Hogwarts, and after.
Let me know in the comments if you'd like that!

Beginning of Seventh Year

James was looking around nervously. Where was Lily? It was already 10:50, only ten minutes until the rain leaves, and Lily liked to be there at least 15 minutes before.
What if she wasn't coming back? It was a bad time to be a muggleborn wizard, but Lily COULDN'T not come back! He couldn't survive school without her. Besides, he had to see the look of disbelief on her face when she found out he was Head Boy. He was sure she was Head Girl, and he couldn't wait. This was supposed to be THEIR year. This was the year they would finally get together. He could feel it. She was supposed to fall passionately in love with him, she couldn't not come, she just cou-.
James's thoughts were interrupted when he felt someone jump onto his back. He craned his neck, saw it was Lily, and grinned like a child on his birthday.
"Lily!" He yelled letting her down off his back, and pulling her a into a hug.
"I thought you might not come back!" He said.
"What? You thought I'd miss our last year at Hogwarts? Please, I've been looking forward to this all summer. This is gonna be the best year ever!" She said, pulling him back for another hug.
He laughed and ruffled her hair.
"Would you two lovebirds hurry up? Train's leaving in 7 minutes." Sirius called out to them.
James rolled his eyes, and then did a double take, noticing that Lily had turned bright red. Since when did Lily blush over things like this? People always teased her about liking him. She'd never been embarrassed before. What had changed? The only thing he could think of was... But no, Lily couldn't like him. Could she? Did she?
He glanced over at Lily again, but she was avoiding making eye contact.
There was an awkward silence until James grabbed Lily's hand, and pulled her towards the train. "We're gonna miss the train if we don't hurry."
Lily started to run after him, but ended up tripping and dragging them both down.
As they toppled over, James put his hands out to break their fall, but ended up landing on top of Lily, only managing to not crush her, because he was in push up position, holding himself up.
Their eyes met, their faces only an inch apart. Lily was as red as a tomato, squirming, but couldn't get out from under him.
James was watching her, grinning at her discomfort.
"So... How was your summer?" He asked grinning.
Lily looked like she would rather be anywhere else, and muttered "fine"
James looked as if his dreams had come true, but on the inside, he was nervous. This was his chance to find out if Lily liked him, but time was running out, and he couldn't bring himself to do it. Sure, he could ask her out when he knew she'd say no. At least he was used to it. It didn't hurt so much, but letting himself hope was dangerous. If he thought she would say yes, and she didn't... Well, he knew what it would feel like. It would feel like the first time she rejected him, back in third year. And that had hurt. Bad.
Lily on the other hand, wasn't hiding her nervousness. Having James so close to her made her feel too many emotions, and she didn't like it. She didn't like not feeling in control. Ever since the end of last year, she had been feeling DIFFERENT around James. Not bad, but something was off. If she didn't know better she'd say she was falling for him, but that was impossible. After all, he was James Potter and she was Lily Evans. She couldn't like him. It was physically impossible. How could she like him? So he had a great smile, and he was funny, and handsome, and a great quidditch player and- oh no. She had fallen for Potter. Literally, she realized, looking up at Potter's face, so close to her own.
"So Potter? You plan on getting up any time soon?" Lily asked, faking nonchalance.
"Not anytime soon, no" he responded.
Remus, Sirius and Peter were raising their eyebrows in an over exaggerated, suggestive way at James.
Lily finally managed to get out from under James, and stood up, wiping the dirt off her, and grabbing her trolley.
James's eyes widened. He couldn't lose his chance. He was going to find out whether or not she liked him in the, he checked his watch, four minutes they had left before the train left.
"Wait Lily, I need to talk to you!"
Lily froze. She knew this routine. He asked her to wait, she did, he asked her out, she rejected him. That couldn't happen now. She couldn't say yes, but she couldn't say no.
But James didn't seem to understand that, since he just continued.
He walked toward her, until they were only a couple of inches apart.
Lily caught her breath. Why was he so close again? He was close enough that she could count the freckles that were scattered across his nose.
"Look Lily, I- I need to- do you?-"
Lily raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"How about you try again, this time actually using words?" She suggested smirking.
James smirked back. 'No, I think I'll try again, using no words this time" he said, before pulling her by the waist for a kiss.
Everyone on the platform froze in shock, forgetting that the train was leaving in three minutes. The train could wait. They had waited for this for years.
Lily was so shocked, she didn't kiss him back. Then, she came to her senses, and realized that the guy she liked was kissing her, and this was her moment.
She wrapped her arm around his neck, and pulled him even closer, kissing him back with so much passion, James was shocked.
She was worth the wait, James thought, smiling into the kiss. The feeling in his stomach right now made it worth the four years she had rejected him. The taste of her lips on his made it worth all the detentions he had got, trying to get her attention. Having her like him back made everything worth it.
They finally pulled apart, as everyone around them wolf- whistled.
"Its about time!" Sirius yelled, grinning at his best friend.
James grinned, and put his arm around Lilts waist. "Ya. It is."
Lily smiled up at him, and nodded, letting him kiss her forehead.
Now that she had accepted that she liked him, she couldn't think of why she hadn't before. The way he had kissed her. You couldn't just kiss anyone like that. That was the kiss of two people who were meant for each other, and she knew it.
She felt crazy, completely changing her opinion of him so fast, but it was something she couldn't explain in words. It was a 'had to be there' kind of moment. You couldn't understand if you hadn't seen the look on his face right before he kissed her, or felt his lips on hers, or his smile when she kissed him back, or seen the delight on his face as they pulled apart. It was undescribable.
She knew she couldn't love him yet, they weren't even officially dating, but she knew she cared about him in that way, and loved him as a friend, and knew that even if something went wrong between them, he would still matter to her. They had a connection now. She could feel it.
Remus snapped his fingers between their faces. "Hate to interrupt your love-fest here, but the train is leaving in less than a minute."
That brought them both back to their senses. They immediately started running towards the train, this time not tripping.
As they approached it, James stepped on, and offered a hand to Lily. "M'lady" he said with a bow.
Lily giggled and curtsied, letting him help her on to the train.
James pulled her on, bit with a little too much force, causing her to be pulled right up to him. He started to blush, but Lily shrugged, and leaned forward to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Come on Potter, let's go find a compartment." She said, walking off, leaving behind a boy grinning like an idiot, holding a hand up to the cheek that Lily Evans had just kissed.