Nah, She Didn't

~ Part 47 ~ We Don't Have To Forget That One ~

Boys Will Be Boys - Dua Lipa

-Lily POV-

I sit with my back against the wall in the dark broom closet, silently fuming, punching the floor.

I hear several people walking by; I mean, it is a Sunday and there's rarely anything else to do. I think I hear someone calling my name a corridor down from this one, but I don't bother. I mean, even James doesn't like me anymore. Who else will?

I then hear someone run down this corridor, and it sounds like they're slamming open all the doors. I hear them yell "Lily! Where are you?!"

I just stay sitting here where nothing will bother me.

I mean, James is probably right.

Gwenog Jones was much more talented, and pretty. She had shiny, shoulder length brunette hair that was so flowy. And her skin was flawless; not a freckle in sight-unlike me. And while she was the best beater out there, I freaked when I got 3 feet off the ground on a broom!

No wonder James likes her better.

All of a sudden, I hear the door slam open. I don't look up, though. I see a piece of parchment fall to the ground, and someone steps hurriedly over to me.

"Lily! Thank Merlin you're here!" Exclaims a voice. I do a double take when I recognize the voice as James. "Lily I... you-"

"What do you need?" I ask. I notice my voice sounds hoarse.

"I have to expl-"

"Why don't you go and talk to Gwenog, hm?" I say coldly. What does he want with me? To rub it in my face that he likes her and doesn't like me one bit? Not even as a friend.

"No, no you don't get-"

"Just go, James. You obviously don't want anything to do with me," I say.

"Lily! Just listen to me! Don't interrupt me!" James pleads. I look up at him with tired eyes, and see him looking back at me with a desperate expression. "I was under a love potion Lily. Anything that I've said since last night has not been true! Remus and Sirius made the antidote just a bit ago. I'm really sorry, Lils."

I internally smile. It was a love potion! That would make sense; as he had taken such a sudden interest-or should I say obsession-in Gwenog.

But... but that still doesn't stop the things he said from being true!

"I-" I start. "You're sure it was a love potion?"

"Yes. I swear on the River Styx," James said, sitting down on the floor next to me.

"But... all those things you said... I..." I say in the same broken voice.

"You can tell me, Lils," James assures me.

"I just... It's just that..." I begin. Then I just blurt it out; it all comes out. "Just because you were under the love potion doesn't mean that what you said wasn't true! I mean, you were right! She is prettier! And she's so much prettier than me! And I don't last a minute on a broom, and she's a star beater! She's such a good beater that Slughorn offered her a spot in the Slug Club for it! And here I am, who got in because I'm a teacher's pet! James, you were right! You're right! I don't even-"

James put his hand over my mouth.

"Lily. Lily, how could you even think that?" James asks, looking at me straight in the eyes. "I can think of so many ways that make you better than Jones! Do you want me to tell you them? I don't care, I'm telling you. First of all, you didn't get into Sluggy's club because you're a teacher's pet! You got in because you've got the best grades in 7th year, and not for nothing; you're the smartest witch there is, and the cleverest too. Oh-and the wittiest. I mean, you never fail to give Sirius a comeback, eh? And however pretty you might think Gwenog is, in my eyes you're the most beautiful girl out there! You've got the prettiest green eyes that I always get lost in, and I know that sounds cheesy but I do. And Moony and Padfoot always have to tell me to stop staring because they say it's creepy and they say you'll think it's creepy, but I mean, I can't help it because-"

I lean forward and press my lips on his. His speaking gets muffled, and he stops talking. I close my eyes as I feel his hand move to the small of my back, and he responds by kissing me back. I feel tingles where his hand is on my back, and if I get tingles from that just imagine the fireworks I'm feeling due to the contact between our... you know, lips!

We both pull away slowly and stare at each other.

"We don't have to forget that one," I whisper.

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NOTES: X

-Amelia