Nah, She Didn't

~ Part 14 ~ I Don't Know ~

Mary Janes Last Dance - Tom Petty

-Lily POV-

I really don't know what I was thinking. I mean, to be fair, I never really do, but this was a new level even for me.

I don't know why I did it. I don't know how I gathered the confidence to do it.

Something my father had always told me had come to mind as I did it; "the only thing you can ever really expect is the unexpected."

Which what I did, I think, should definitely be counted as unexpected.

Either way, I really don't know.

But as James was rambling on, I... I straightened my posture, stood on my tippy-toes so I was taller, pulled the collar of his shirt so we were level, and... and...

And I kissed him. I kissed him.

He froze for a moment, which made me immediately regret my decision-it wasn't really me who decided, though. My body had acted of it's own accord, without permission from my common sense.

But my thoughts were interrupted as he started kissing me back. His arms slid around my waist, and he bent a little lower so as to allow me to reach him easier. I wrapped my hands around his back.

It was a gentle, timid kiss, as if we were both afraid to scare the other away.

But who am I kidding, you can't really expect me to deny that I was enjoying it. Honestly, it was James Potter. It should be expected that he's an amazing snogger.

It might have been 5 seconds, it might have been 5 minutes, but if you were to ask me, I could never tell you, nor could I tell you who was the one who pulled away.

James grinned stupidly at me, and for about two minutes there's quite the awkward silence.

"Um... so..." I trail off, biting my lip.

"So..." James repeated, and I noticed his eyes lingering on my mouth. I immediately un-bite my lip, and look down embarrassedly.

"Should we..."

"Yeah... I... I have a little rough plan for the schedules if you wanna... take a look?" He motions towards a paper on the seat, awkward still. I walk forward towards the paper. Once my back is to him I take a moment and rub my lips against each other.

I grab the paper and look at his messy chicken scratch handwriting.

Sunday Rotations (taking turns)
Monday Remus Lupin & Mary McDonald
Tuesday Rachel Duke & Sean McLaggen
Wednesday Amos Diggory & Patricia Patil
Thursday Bellatrix Black & Snivellus
Friday James Potter & Lily Evans
Saturday James Potter & Lily Evans

"So these are the prefects this year?" I ask. He nods. "Ugh! Rachel is a menace! And Bellatrix? Why would Dumbledore choose her? And I really don't want to have to deal with Snape this year. I really don't." James makes some sort of grunt in agreement, still grinning. "But yes, this schedule is good. I'm impressed that you actually made a plan beforehand!" I say with a chuckle and raised eyebrows. He shrugs, and hasn't stopped grinning. I grin evilly. "Oh, and great idea putting Remus and Mary together. And for the rotations, will we just like... take turns each week? Like, us one Sunday, Ravenclaws the next Sunday, Slytherins the next Sunday?"

"Yeah, something like that."

"Nice job."

He grins. "Thanks."

I don't particularly know how to act around him right now, but I'll do my best to remain calm and normal. Calm and normal, Lily.

I check my watch. 11:10. The train left the station 10 minutes ago, and the prefects should be here in around 5 minutes.

"Um... I guess we should make the passwords for the dorms and prefect baths," I say.

"Woah! We get to do that?"

"Yes. But personally, I don't think you should have access to the Slytherin password."

James sighs. "I guess so. You make theirs."

"No, no. I'm kidding. You're Head Boy, I should be able to trust you. Just... no telling Sirius," I reply. "Really all we have to do now is make a Slytherin, Prefect Baths, and Gryffindor password. Because the Ravenclaw raven, or owl statue or whatever makes it's own riddles, and Hufflepuff has some way of tapping barrels or something to get in."

"And how do you know all this? Been stalking some poor Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff?" James asks, a slight smirk.

"Oh shove it, Potter, I just know everything."

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"Alright," James says. "So for Gryffindor we have Panthera Leo. For Slytherin it's Serpentem Vectem. And for the prefect baths it's pine-fresh."

"Yes," I reply. "So we're good on the passwords. We have the schedules. We'll tell a pair of prefects to patrol the train. We'll also tell the prefects what they have to do. And... I think that's about it."

"Alright, then... we can... let in the prefects?"

"Yes, sure," I say, sliding open the compartment door, revealing 8 prefects. "Hello. Yes, yes, come on in."

Everyone fills in and takes a seat. This compartment is larger than the others, that's why we are all able to fit. It's 6 seats across from 6 seats, when all normal sized compartments are 4 by 4. I speak first.

"Alright, everyone. Okay, okay, stop talking," I say, but to no avail.

"DID YOU HEAR HER? SHUT YOUR FACEHOLES!" James shouts. Everyone quiets. "Thank you. Lily?"

"Thanks," I mumble, blushing a bit. I look around at everyone for the first time.

Remus, of course, had noticed my blush, and gave a small smirk at me. I roll my eyes and blush even more. He wasn't wearing his robes yet, just some khakis and a grey shirt. Remus had very light brown, neatly kept hair. He had many scars and scratches on his face, and along his arms. I suspected he was a werewolf, but haven't asked. He probably would've mentioned if he wanted me to know. But, yes, I figured it out in 3rd year when we did boggarts. At first I thought his fear was like, a glass ball, but later I realized it was the full moon. Then I put the pieces together. Fear of full moon. The scars. The sickness each month. He was a werewolf. But obviously, I don't give a shit. It's not like it's his fault. Remus isn't... Remus when he's in his werewolf form, and I definitely won't discriminate him for something he's not; something he can't control.

Mary makes eye contact with me too, making a stern expression that says we will talk about this later. I mean, makes sense. Last time she saw me I would've kicked James for yelling, or something like that, not blush.

Mary was pretty short, like me. But shorter. She had long, beautiful, straight, dark brown hair that went all the way down to her waist, and caramel brown skin that highlighted her bright, gray eyes.

I take a risk and glance over at Severus to find him staring at me. I look away, anger and sadness boiling up inside me. I'm about to rant inside my head about Snape when a certain thought comes to mind...

If it had been James that was staring at you, you would've blushed, Lils.

Rather than immediately telling my conscience to suck it, like I usually do, I take a moment and contemplate what she'd said. Then I realize she was right-I most likely would have blushed if it had been James who had been staring at me.

I shake away my thoughts.

"Alright, everyone. Congratulations on earning your position as prefect," I say. "Shall we begin?"

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NOTES: no offense to snily shippers but no ❤️

-Amelia