Always and Forever

chapter 14

James' pov~

"You haven't asked." 

What did she mean? Of course I'd asked, I spent the last six years of my life asking her at every available opportunity. She'd spent the last six years rejecting me, then as soon as I atop asking, she complains that I didn't ask her. She must like playing with my feelings., tossing them around like a quaffle and as soon as she catches them, she throughs them around some more. Well, she doesn't know that I know about her little game, she can't just play with someone's feelings. 

I looked across to her sleeping body, just inches away from me, our legs had become entwined in sleep and I hadn't dared to move mine away yet, in fear of waking her up. She looked so peaceful, her long ginger hair sprawled out across her pillow, one of her hands rested on her heart and the other resided on my upper thigh, almost as if she had been checking if I was still there while she was sleeping. Moments like this made me wonder why I'd ever stopped asking her out, I mean it was obvious that I wasn't going to get over her.  In fact, I didn't even want to try and get over her. There was no point in even trying when I knew that I would never be able to move on. 

She stirred slightly and rolled over so her face was pressed against my chest. My fingers reached down and picked a section of hair to play with. By the time she had woken up, there were around 4 mini plaits across her head. She opened her eyes and adjusted her head on my chest before brining her hand up to trace circles along my chest.

"Morning, James" she sighed and closed her eyes again, but left her hand drawing patterns along my body. 

"Morning, sleep well?" I asked, looking down at her content face and giving myself a triple chin the process. She opened her eyes and tucked her finger under my chin, tilting it upright more, she shifted slightly so her head was higher up and then removed her hand from my face, dropping my chin on her head. I breathed in the scent of her hair and she resumed the soothing movements on my chest. 

"Very well, I like this sleeping arrangement." She said and I hummed in agreement. 

"So, about last night..." I trailed off and moved my body from under her so I could look at her face from a better angle. She looked up and furrowed her eyebrows in thought.

"How drunk was I?" She asked, picking at a loose thread on the mattress, "The last thing I remember is Marlene and Sirius dancing. I assume someone magicked this mattress here." She said gesturing to the common room furniture that had been pushed to the side.

Narrators pov-

"You were drunk enough to not remember anything but not drunk enough to do anything embarrassing." He concluded, not quite meeting her eye, but grimacing all the same.

"What did I say?" she groaned, covering her face with her hands, he gave her a confused look and she continued, "I'm notoriously bad for spilling secrets when I'm drunk." He looked at the ground and she peeked at him through the gaps between her fingers. 

"You weren't very happy with Mary," he informed her matter-of-factly, "and you told me why you won't-" Lily interrupted him by raising one hand away from her face.

"One mess at a time please." she begged and he sighed but obeyed.

"Right, well erm-," he hesitated before running his hand through her long tangled hair and gently pushing her head down so she was laid back against his chest. She snuggled into his warmth and allowed his scent to take over her senses, providing an instantly calm aura. "Mary was all over me and you weren't very happy about it, well neither was I to be honest but you seemed especially against her touching me." James looked up, expecting to see Lily blushing with embarrassment but instead she looked perfectly composed.