Chapter 10 : To Fall
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I started the original version five years ago, and here I am. This is far improved from what it had been, but this isn't a real representation of my current work.
Happy reading, and I'll see you again soon.
Lily Evans was a goner. She sat across from James Potter in a compartment, alone, as they waited for their friends to reappear. She nervously avoided his eyes, but she also tried to appear to be merely nostalgic for the years that had past.
"So, uh, Lily," James said, leaning forward. "Can I talk to you? About something, I mean."
"Well," Lily began, but she didn't have to answer. Peter and Sirius chose that moment to wander into the compartment. James looked put out, but Lily felt relieved. She had an idea of what he would say, and she didn't want to answer. Not yet.
Remus and Emily arrived, hand in hand, and sat across from each other, Emily next to Lily and Remus next to James.
The train began to move, and Emily lightly touched Lily's arm.
"I need to talk to you," Emily said, leaning close to Lily's ear.
"All right," Lily replied, nervously. She tucked her hair behind her ear, and folded her hands together.
"We'll be right back," Emily announced and pulled Lily up. "I need someone to go with me to the loo."
"Why do girls travel in packs?" Sirius asked, stretching his arms above his head sleepily.
"Beats me," Lily answered, "but since Clare's not here, that leaves me."
As soon as the compartment door closed, Emily turned on Lily. "I know why you didn't go to Hogsmeade yesterday, I know why you pretended to be tired, and I know why you look so uncomfortable in that compartment," she accused.
Lily gulped, waiting for it. She closed her eyes and whispered, "Say it."
"You like James Potter."
Lily inhaled sharply, afraid to admit it aloud. It was one thing to admit it quietly to herself late at night, but to her friend was another story entirely. She nodded, scrunching her eyes, before opening them to look at Emily.
"You need to tell him," Emily said simply.
"I know," Lily sighed. "I know."
Emily stared at her hard, before nodding. "I know you will. But now, I really do have to go to the loo. Come with me."
Lily rolled her eyes, but dutifully followed along. When they returned to the compartment, Emily refused to let Lily enter. She called for James, peeking her head inside, before entering herself. "Talk it out, you two," Emily suggested helpfully as she closed the door.
"Talk what out?" James asked, looking to Lily for the answer.
Lily, however, avoided his eyes. She stared intently at her shoes, convinced if she didn't meet his eyes, the problem would vanish.
"Lily?" He reached out and gently grasped her chin, pushing it back up. "What's going on?"
Lily closed her eyes again, and let the words escape. "I like you, James."
There was silence in the corridor as Lily stood in front of him, her eyes opening slowly. He grinned, hardly able to help it.
"Will you be my date for the party?" he asked quietly. Lily gazed into his hazel eyes and her whispered, fervent "Yes" fell from her lips only moments before they met with his.
To be Continued in The Christmas Celebration, coming soon