AN: Not entirely sure how I feel about this one. I may take it off and edit it a bit, it feels a bit rough around the edges.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

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Sometimes when she thought of him or when their hands had brushed, a strangely familiar sensation ran through her arms and into her chest. She could never figure out where she had felt it before.

See? She would tell herself. You don't like him; isn't there supposed to be electricity? Big sparks and fireworks?

So, for a while that was her excuse. We have no chemistry. Sure, our relationship might make sense on paper, after all we do have an awful lot of fun together, but we would never work. There's no spark!

But one day, that changed.

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Lily was sitting behind James in class, and she was dreadfully bored.

James turned around to smile at her and hand her a note.

The little sensation ran through her hands and past her wrists.

Are you as bone-crushingly bored as I am, Lils?

Lily grinned. He had read her mind.

Why, yes. Yes, I do believe that I am.

After looking around to check that the teacher wasn't looking, and then remembering that they were in Binns' class and he wouldn't notice if she threw an anvil at James, she threw the piece of parchment onto his desk.

As he turned around to hand her his reply, she couldn't help but notice that the front of his bangs was hanging strangely. For an inexplicable reason, Lily felt like fixing that. Just running her hand through, combing it back.

The sensations were back.

And that's when it happened.

She remembered.

She had been ten, before the knowledge of her magical abilities had surfaced. She was sitting on the floor, and needed to plug her record player in. The outlets were all taken, so Lily grabbed the wire of the television chord and tugged. Her arm was suddenly filled with a strange sensation- it was warm and slightly uncomfortable.

Another memory was bubbling to the surface.

She was eight, and her best friend from muggle primary school, Lauri, had gotten a shock pen from her uncle who ran a joke shop.

"Lily! Click the pen top!" Lauri giggled. "It feels funny."

So, Lily, being eight, decided she would like to know what this sensation was.

Click.

"Woah!" Lily gasped, dropping the pen. "That does feel funny."

The two little girls looked at each other before they both dove down to retrieve the pen and try again.

Electricity!

That's what it felt like when he was near, when she could smell his cologne, when he laughed at one of her jokes, when he chose to walk with her rather than the rest of his friends.

So Lily. What do you say we make up Head Duties so we can leave. Actually, I'd be willing to actually patrol if it meant getting out of this class. Binns needs some excitement in his life- er- afterlife, I suppose.

Lily grinned before scribbling a response.

Sure. Want to "patrol" the grounds together? I feel like I need to talk to you about something.