That you’re so patient and so kind.
I love that you don’t quickly scare,
And that none better I could find.
I love your determination,
That you think hard work pays off now.
When you’re deep in concentration,
How cutely you furrow your brow.
I love that you are so unique,
So unlike any other girl.
I love that your mind you can speak,
And the truth you always unfurl.
I love your face’s happy glow,
When you talk and laugh with your friends.
I only wish I could bestow,
The same merriment from my ends.
I love the way you bite your lip,
When you’re feeling lost or unsure.
All your habits make my heart flip,
They show how your soul is so pure.
It kills me how you look after,
When you reject another date.
Your cold stare kills all my laughter,
My heart breaks from your potent hate.
You always resist all my pleas.
And your rebuff frustrates me so,
You think I only ever tease,
But the truth you don’t seem to know.
I love you so Lily Evans,
I’ll shout it from any tower.
You alone are from the heavens,
My one, my only, my flower.
Lily blinked the tears away from her eyes to read it again. He loved her. All the false barriers she had been putting around her for so long dissolved and she had to do something, now! She paused at the bottom of the stairs to the boys dormitories…she couldn’t just go up there now. She sighed heavily; she had to make amends first. All the pain she had caused him, all the times she’d forced him to believe all she felt was hate. A thought crossed her confused mind and she instantly turned and rushed down to the common room. Luckily, as it was already past midnight, it was deserted. She hopped onto the couch pulling a quill and parchment out of her bag and then stared at the emptiness before her. She had so many things to say, there were simply not enough words…
When James awoke from his restless sleep he looked at the clock. 5:03. He moaned, it was much too early for a Saturday, but as he remembered what he’d done last night he realized he was never going to fall back asleep. Quietly so as not to wake his roommates he slipped on his robe and slippers and headed down to the common room for some space to think. He headed for his favorite couch and then froze as he recognized a familiar head of red hair peaking out from below the arm rest. He cautiously made his way over to her, and as he reached her sleeping form, he couldn’t help but grin at her angelic peacefulness. He made to sit on the table in front of her but stopped as he noticed a piece of parchment sitting there. Up late working on homework again Evans? He glanced carelessly at it, but paused as he read the first line, what?! He snatched it quickly, and read through the note voraciously. He had to read it three times before he was sure he’d understood it correctly. It was minutes before his mind had processed everything and he could even move again. He looked back at her serene form and tenderly brushed a few loose strands from her face, and then leaning down gently kissed her on the cheek. She stirred and he leaned back again, suddenly nervous of facing her. She opened her eyes blinking tiredly as if trying to figure out where she was and then froze as she saw him next to her.
“James…” she whispered. Her eyes darted to his hand clenched tightly around a piece of parchment with her handwriting on it; she hadn’t thought out this part, the part where she faced him after her note. Her hands instinctively reached up to smooth her messy hair, and she looked up at him timidly. He was grinning at her shyly and she felt her lips curve up happily as well. They simply gazed into each other’s eyes, understanding one another, forgiving all in the past. He took her hands and leaning in without another word necessary, finally kissed her firmly on the lips...
And how you always torment Snape.
I hate how you can make me shout,
And that from you I can’t escape.
I hate that you’re full of conceit,
And that none will put you in place.
I hate how you think you’re elite,
But sometimes you’re just a disgrace.
I hate when you boost your ego,
And that you keep that stupid snitch.
I hate when you put on a show,
And how my heart has made a switch.
I hate that you can be so sweet,
And that your lips I long to kiss.
I hate that I now face defeat,
‘cos there’s no more denying this.
I hate that you really are smart,
And so talented at Quidditch.
I hate that you’ve stolen my heart,
And that you could get any witch.
I hate that I don’t understand,
Why you seem to have chosen me.
How my love you knew to demand,
Long before I could even see.
I hate that to me your perfect,
Even when you rumple your hair.
I hate that I’ve come to expect,
That life without you I can’t bear.
But mostly I hate that we play these games,
For to you, myself I’ll devout.
I hate that I love you too, James,
And that you’re all I dream about.
A/N: I just got the sudden inspiration to write this late one night. It took me ages, but i had fun writing them and hope you enjoyed reading them!
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