chapter 2

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James felt the icy wind hitting his face like tiny daggers as he ran. The melody that hunted his dreams getting louder and louder making his heart drum faster and faster. When the melody like voice had gotten close James paused. The thought of home washed over him, and the scent of strawberries engulfed his thoughts. he paused at the corner and peered his head around to see the girl of his dreams.

Lily was walking down the corridor just finishing her rounds when she decided to head to the kitchens for a late-night snack. Remus was supposed to be coming along with her to keep her company, but she had found him pacing around the common room and decided that he should be left alone while he was feeling tense. Lily enjoyed rounds much more when she had someone to talk to but even being alone wasn't too bad. She enjoyed walking around the castle at night time, it gave her plenty of time to think because during the day it was so crowded, being empty like this was comforting to Lily. She enjoyed the long corridors, the paintings that stayed up late that liked to talk, the cold air howling through the halls and of course that she was all alone and could sing while no one was listening. Lilly didn't know many muggle songs or many wizard ones well enough that she could remember the lyrics, so she mostly sung the recipes to her favourite potions.

James stood at the corner watching Lily walk in the opposite direction and sighed. He loved watching her be herself. When no one was watching Lilt often sang random words in tune to a song he could never quite place, that made him chuckle very loud. She was so cute to him. When she was in a particularly good mood she would often have a spring in her step which made her hair bob side to side creating a wave of flaming red hair behind her. James often dreamed about what it would be like to run his hands though her long hair; would it be soft? Knotty? Or like delicate smooth silk wrapped in kittens that smelled of strawberry shampoo? He would never know.

"hello?" Lily called looking around her for the noise that she had heard. James had suddenly realised that he had been sighing quite loudly every few moments while staring at her.

"hello? Is anyone there" she called making sure that she wasn't being followed. Instead of repeating the question a third time Lily furrowed her eyebrows, shrugged her shoulders and continued walking down the hallway.

James let out a sigh of relief and fell back against the wall feeling the cold concrete through his thin shirt. He thought of how embarrassing that could have been and how he could possible explain why he was following Lily. Before he could get lost in his daydream once again he looked around the corner to check on her whereabouts when......

"potter?" Lily asked while she wasn't sure if she was asking herself or him.

Thinking on the top of his head "ahhh Lily my little flower how are you doing?" he asked trying to sound as casual as he could be in this situation. James hopped up onto his feet in a swift motion as Lily started talking.

"what are you doing here?" she asked completely ignoring his question. Lily had moved into her classic stance of arms crossed and a single eyebrow raised. Without knowing it she did this pose every time she was about to tell someone off. Standing like this she almost had to crain her neck upwards to make eye contact with him, being as short as she was.

A large grin expanded over James' face making his eyes crinkle at the corners "well flower I was laying in my room and decided that I was hungry, so I was just making my way to the kitchens for a little snack. Is there a problem with that? I am a Head Boy after all." He stated just to remind her that he had certain privileges.

"no there is nothing wrong with it I was curious to why you were covered in sweat, leaning against the wall and to why you have been following me around all night?" she asking a slight smirk growing across her face knowing that she had said something that he wasn't counting on.

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