A/N: Honestly, I have no idea where this an come from. Really, I can't remember what I thought to create this. Just enjoy it. A word of caution: these days I really am slacking off my ability to be a perfectionist and re-re-re-edit everything that I've written. So please bear with me if something sounds completely stupid and just PM or review that something is wrong, and I'll get at it as soon as possible.
Also, a shoutout to Vi-Violence: your review gave me the inspiration to start writing again. Don't worry, I will update CB soon and finish it off :)
Disclaimer: sadness consumes me at the thought of not owning these two.
Persistence Is A Reward
"C'mon Evans—just tell me."
"No!"
"Why not?"
"Because."
"That's not a good enough reason! C'mon Evans."
"No!"
"Pleeeease?"
"Why should I?"
"You can't just leave me hanging! I need to know!"
"No, you can wait like everyone else. You're not special."
He retorted indignantly, "I'll have you know that I've quite special thank you very much! Does Gryffindor Quidditch Captain mean anything to you?"
"Not really."
"One day Evans, I'll make you love that beautiful, brilliant, fantastic, totally awesome—"
"Yes, yes I understand your undying wish that Quidditch was a gorgeous women so you can shag her ten times over—but I don't need to hear it."
His mouth dropped open, "How…how did you know that?"
"You really need to start controlling your mates."
He swore, vowed to kill his 'mates' later, and then started to pester Lily again, "Forget it—but tell me."
"That's a pretty hard thing to let go…and no."
"Oh why not?" he stomped his foot childishly.
"Because it'll ruin it for you."
"I want it to be ruined."
"No, and that's final."
They had reached the grounds now, walking far too fast for two people on a 'relaxing' stroll should be, around the school. Lily was clutching something tight to her chest, and James was demanding her to hand the object over to him—or at least answer his questions which were itching to be given answers.
"James. I will not tell you and nothing in this world would ever change my mind."
James, upon hearing this, was far from giving up. He only grinned at her.
"Okay."
"I know it's not fair but—" she stopped short and stared at him confused, "okay?"
"Okay." His grin only brightened.
Now Lily was a bright girl, and in all her years as a Hogwarts student, she knew that James Potter never gave up—the previous years of his persistence to make her date him was proof that. She was completely puzzled, why was he giving up so easily? For Godric's sake, he followed her all the way from the Gryffindor common room!
She did not believe him.
"I don't believe you."
It was his turn to look confused, "You don't believe that I'll wait like you said? When have I never done whatever you asked me to?"
She was about to respond with all those times she told him to refrain from asking her out since their third year, but he interjected before she could open her mouth.
"I stayed away from you in sixth year."
She felt disheartened he got her there. Wait, "What about that time you stole my Charms notes?"
He waved his hand carelessly, "You're naturally brilliant at Charms, you didn't need them—you got an O on the test remember?"
Oh yes...she did. She searched through her head, through all her memories to find something to pin against him. "Oh! What about when you poured orange paint all over me in second year?"
"We threw water after that."
"Fifth year; when you transformed Berlet Benedict's hair into a tree."
"She liked it."
"Um…third year when Mary McDonald's boyfriend was covered in liver spots."
"He thanked us after because he could terrorise the first years with the 'old man ghost' which could touch you."
"That was him?"
James only nodded.
"First year with Dawson Williams, you turned him yellow."
"Sprout loved his 'dedication for the house of Hufflepuff for the oncoming match against Ravenclaw' and gave his fifty points. He demanded to stay that way for the week."
She gave an annoyed sound, "Fourth year when you found which girl Remus fancied and embarrassed him every time she was near."
"He hexed us all before you told us to stop."
"When you hexed Amos Diggory in fifth year, every week when he asked me out."
"He cheated on you."
"Fair enough."
Lily was certain now that the argument was lost. Whatever she would say, he'll always have an answer—there was no point arguing through that thick head of his. She should know. But Lily was stubborn and it took a lot for her to admit defeat, she had been rejecting him for years. Maybe she should go through fifth year? That was the point when otherboys finally did notice her...but then again most of them were complete prats...how come she was the only girl who attracted complete gits?
Maybe fourth year, he was still annoying and 'stepped his game' up that year. He also got his tenth or something girlfriend, but still kept asking her out. Maybe fifth year was better...nothing happened in sixth, and this year he turned out to be Head Boy and her friend, so they're both out.
Maybe she should counter with Snape—but that did bring out unwanted memories that neither of them wanted to remember...so maybe she should talk about all those times him and his annoying friends tried to sneak into the girls dormitory...but they never actually succeeded so there was no harm done...
Dear God, was Lily Evans stumped? Was she put in the corner?
She was completely out of ideas!
No—she shook herself out of her negative thoughts. She was Lily Evans, Head Girl, smartest witch of her age. She'll think of something.
Maybe third year, when they were allowed to go to Hogsmeade...and he kept spying on her dates...or that time when he tried to force Remus and Emmeline Vance together in that broom cupboard...or that time Peter had a crush on that Abbott girl and they sent her embarrassing love letters...
Lily never noticed, but as she was engrossed in her memories, James slowly inched closer towards her.
Inch by inch, he shuffled his feet; he was careful not to make a too big of a step to startle her out of her thoughts. In talented ease, he managed to get his the tip of his shoes millimetres away from touching hers, his breath faintly fanned her face and he could count all the light freckles that danced across her nose—but Lily still didn't notice. His face tilted slightly, and Lily's was still stuck in that concentrated frown. She never noticed his intense proximity until his fingers lightly grabbed hold of her hand.
She looked up in shock to see James' eyes so close to her face. Why, their noses were almost touching! Her mind quickly shot blank. What was she thinking about again? What were they arguing about in the first place? Her breath quickened and her heart stopped—how did he get all the way over here? Her face grew slightly hot at the fact she never noticed him growing closer to him.
He smirked slightly, warming her face even further.
"Hey Lily." He said with amusement in his tone.
She was annoyed, tried to show it, but her voice betrayed her.
"Hi." She squeaked.
"You know...there's something on your nose..." the amusement never left his voice.
His hand reached up to lightly touch her face, his fingers caught hold of a small strand of her bright hair and left a burning tingle in their place. It felt like forever to Lily until he tucked the small strand behind her ear; his fingers lingered across her cheek, his hazel eyes burning molten through hers.
Since when did Potter have such brilliant eyes?
Lily, herself, couldn't find it in the life of her to feel any negative feeling towards this. In fact, when she reflects this moment later—she might even say that she enjoyed it.
"Wait a minute...what's that on your face?"
For a split second, Lily thought that he was making fun of her. But that was before he swiftly bent down and kissed her.
Fully. On the mouth.
At first, Lily didn't understand what was happening. Then, she couldn't believe what was happening. After that, she wasn't able to comprehend why she's never done this before.
His lips were warm and soft; Lily couldn't help but flutter her eyes to close. She was flying, high in clouds, bubbling and bright. Was this how Quidditch without the mud felt like? For a few seconds, she felt a small shift on her right hand and something leave her grasp. Lily was so high, flying and gracefully content with the world. Her stomach flourished with strange feelings, her mind completely shut down with numbness.
This was the happiest moment of her life. Dear Merlin how long has she waited for this?
And so suddenly, Lily wasn't able to move for a few long moments; James pulled away from her and ran like a maniac—the book that she was previously holding was tightly in his grasp, running away with him.
At first, Lily didn't understand why the warm feeling was gone. Then, she couldn't believe that James was running away from her—did she do something wrong? Was she a horrible kisser?—no wonder she attracted such douchebags!
Then, she realized the book that she was trying to explain to James (and read) was gone.
After that, she was positively livid.
"JAMES FUCKING POTTER. I WILL RIP YOU TO FUCKING SHREDS."
A/N: Hopefully I did these two some justice. Please review!
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