James Potter threatened her. The very James whom she thought was now matured, well-mannered and even chivalrous. Lily couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe she had noticed how his charcoal mane fluttered in the wind on a quidditch day, or how his hazel eyes drowned her when caught not paying attention in transfiguration. Lily Evans couldn't believe she had started to miss his past continuous flirts or vain attempts to impress her. Lily couldn't believe she had started to like James Potter.
She loathed herself for it but somehow fear overcame her, on what was going to happen tomorrow. For she was now under the threat of a pustule-filled face for not expressing how she feels. Felt, she corrected herself, as she lay under the soft blankets at a warm Hogwarts night.
Time passed and she laid there, battling herself. Slowly, the hoots of the owls out on their daily hunt lulled her, and she drifted off to sleep.
Little did she know she wasn't the only person awake that night. Little did she know the same hand whose caresses she imagined as her pillows till the previous night was clutching his hair. The way he always did when he tried to stifle his silent sobs.
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Fanfiction"Little did she know she wasn't the only person awake that night. Little she know the hands whose caresses she imagined as her pillows till the previous night was clutching his hair. The way he always did when he tried to stifle his silent sobs."
