I was alone in the common room. It was pretty late, I’d been stupid and left my Charms essay till the last moment thinking I’d be able to do it quickly at the last minute. It wasn’t one of my strongest subjects, so I couldn’t figure out why I’d left so little time to do it. I’d almost given up the only thing which had kept me going up till now was that I hadn’t got a good excuse to give to Professor Triss. I had one now. I was rolling up my parchment when I heard someone come in to the common room through the portrait hole. I was too tiered to turn round and see who it was. I heard footsteps creeping softly behind me and was just about to turn around when someone clamped their hands around my eyes.
“Guess who?” the voice hissed
“Go away Lily!” I said irritantly brushing her hands away gathering up my stuff and clambering over the chairs to my dorm. “I’m tiered and it’s late, just go to bed.”
“No, James, please don’t go!” Lily said rushing after me.
“Look Lils. Like I said I’m tiered and I just wanna go to bed. If this is gonna be you telling me that your sorry for being so cold towards me recently then okay, apology accepted. Please let me go to bed.” I said wearily interrupting her and turning back up the stairs.
“James! Stop being an ass. Look I need to speak to you, and it’s not to say sorry, I had my reasons.” I stopped, one hand on the door-knob. Lily stayed silent. I was just turning the handle when Lily cried in a hoarse whisper “Please James! Look I am going to talk to you, even if I have to put you in a body bind to keep you from leaving!” I turned round, she was standing hands on her hips, her green eyes blazing.
“Okay, okay!” I said quietly, I still needed my sleep - bad, but if there was something that important Lily needed to talk to me about -
Lily stood there for a few moments unchanged. Then the look in her eyes softened, whatever she’d been going to do she wasn’t going to do now. She ran up the stairs towards me, put her hands to my face and kissed me. Then in the same fluid movement she jumped back down the stairs and raced into her own dorm. My parchment, books and quill fell from my hand onto the carpeted stairs. I stood there in shock, just watching the space where Lily had been a few moments before.
What the hell was that all about? I asked myself still in shock. Lily Evans, the same Lily Evans that had seemed so utterly committed to my best friend Remus, had kissed me, James Potter, who she’d hardly spoken a word to in the last few weeks.
It was a joke I thought, shaking my head to remove all traces of the scene. Yes, that’s what it was. Or a dare. I shook my head again, trying to rid the feelings of happiness that had wafted in. She liked Remus, no, she practically loved Remus. Why would she throw all that he could give her away just for silly old me?
