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Chapter 1 : Long Live
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For one moment I forgot that everyone was watching; I forgot that I was about to loose this ongoing battle that both of us had fought since first year, and I forgot what I was letting myself in for. At that moment I didn’t care.
I made my way slowly over to where he was standing alone watching Sirius dance with a blonde Hufflepuff.
“Potter?” I said tentatively tapping him on the shoulder.
“What?” he spun around and looked me in the eye. Upon seeing me, his face clouded over and he returned to watching Sirius who was now dragging the poor girl off the dance floor and into some secluded spot.
I had only braved leaving the dormitory and coming down to the Room of Requirement to where I knew the Marauders where hosting one of their infamous parties to speak to James. To apologise.
“James, please… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean what I said earlier. I‘m really so sorry…you were right.”
He stared at me for a moment, “You called me James,” he whispered a small smile playing around the corners of his lips.
“I…” I didn’t know what to say. He caught me. My cold façade had momentarily slipped, and subconsciously, I must have admitted that I accepted him, I did truly care about him.
'No! No you don’t- it was a slip of the tongue and nothing more!' said a voice in my head.
He edged closer to me, I could feel my heart beat thumping against my chest and swallowed hard trying to keep a clear head: I was only here to apologise, nothing else. So what if I had called him James? That was his name. ‘Not to me though,’ said a different small voice, ‘he had always been Potter, until just a minute ago.’
“Lily, you know I would never do a thing to hurt you?” he said quietly, gently taking a loose strand of my hair and placing it behind my ear.
I didn’t know why I was allowing him to be so close to me, usually I would just push him away before he even got the chance to speak to me. But my body wasn’t working properly. It wasn’t responding to my brain telling me to get the hell out of there, my feet were planted firmly on the ground, and I’m pretty sure I wasn’t breathing by this point either. I just nodded dumbly and allowed him to carry on talking.
“All I want is a chance to be with you, to be there for you, to grow old together. Just one chance Lily, that’s all I‘m asking for.” He stared so earnestly and intently into my eyes as his warm hands folded over my own that were curled into such tight fists that my nails would surely be ripping my skin.
‘Screw it,’ I remember thinking and I flung my arms around his neck. I didn’t care about what the voice in my head had to say about it.
He was taken aback for an instant, but soon his arms were wrapped around my waist and he was kissing me deeply. My hands were running through his hair and I smiled in spite of myself. I couldn’t believe I had been denying myself this for seven years.
I could hear Sirius whoop and wolf whistle in the background- he had obviously gotten bored of his Hufflepuff girl. James laughed gruffly, and drew back to look at me, beaming. We gazed, smiling, into each others faces for a moment, and his hands lay to rest over mine, which I realised with a sense of embarrassment, were trembling.
I still remember this moment
In the back of my mind
The time we stood with our shaking hands
The crowds in stands went wild
He turned and led me abruptly on to the dance floor. “James please, I can’t dance,” I said nervously.
“Just hold onto me and I’ll lead,” he said reassuringly as the song changed from a jazz number into a much slower song, and I could see other couples making their way onto the dance floor as well.
I gripped his waist tightly and allowed his feet to move with mine following every step he made.
“See you’re not that bad,” he said.
“Only because I’m following what you’re doing.” The song seemed to go on forever and as the reality sunk into James that after seven years of pestering, his efforts had finally paid off and I was on this dance floor with him, the smile that had been plastered to his face, became if possible even wider and he held me tighter against his body. But I wasn’t complaining.
The night you danced like you knew our lives
Would never be the same
You held your head like a hero
On a history book page
It was the end of a decade
But the start of an age
I wanted so badly to kiss him again and to apologise for all the times I had refused him and said that I hated him, but I waited until the song ended before taking his hand and leading him out of the Room of Requirement. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sirius give James the thumbs up.
Out in the corridor the muffled sounds of the music could still be heard and I reached up to kiss James again but he stopped me before my lips reached his. “You know I wasn’t lying in there when I said I would never hurt you.” he whispered softly in my ear,.
“I know,” I whispered back, smiling at his touch. And he kissed me then and there with the most glorious kiss I have ever experienced in my life.
I had a feeling I would like being part of the marauders.
Long, long live the walls we crashed through
All the candlelight shined just for me and you
And I was screaming, "long live all the magic we made"
And bring on all the pretenders
I'm not afraid
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