I Like You
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Rubbing her eyes with the back of an ink-stained hand, Lily Evans yawned. Her fingers were cramping and she was long past being able to feel her butt, but the end was so close. So close. If she took a break now, she knew she’d-
James Potter sighed, dropping his head with a dull thud onto the cold wooden floor.
“Look, James. Maybe if we moved back to the desks-”
“You haven’t got anything down since-”
“Mmmmm.” Lily yawned again.
“This is bullshit. I’m telling Flitwick to change the due date of this damn essay. It’s not our ruddy fault we all got the flu last week.”
“Isn’t it though? Who went out naked in the cold last week, and coughed everything onto me? I swear we do way too much spit-exchanging for two people who don’t go out.”
“It was Sirius!” James cried indignantly. “He dared me to, and you know I haven’t turned those down since second year!”
Lily hacked a cough that sounded suspiciously like child.
“Anyways. Flitwick can’t do this to us. I’ll just go to his office in the morning and-”
“You will do no such thing.”
James glared at her. “Just because you’re the head girl-”
“And you’re head boy, idiot.” Lily smirked. “You set his hair on fire last week, remember? I’ll ask.”
James raised his brows. “Alright.”
Lily smiled weakly, forcing her drooping eyes open. Stifling yet another yawn, she squinted at the clock.
“Thirty more minutes and we’re definitely going to bed.”
James grunted in agreement, wrinkling his nose to hold his slipping glasses in place as he scratched into his parchment.
Cramming one last word into the bottom corner of his parchment, James sighed. Groaning, he rolled his head once clockwise, and then once anti-clockwise, hearing with satisfaction the cracks in his ridiculously stiff neck.
“One more page and I’m done.” He sighed. “Where are you up to, Lils?”
James carefully rested his quill beside his blotchy parchment and looked up.
Lily was sprawled out on the floor, her red hair glowing in the firelight as it fanned across the carpet. Her chest rose and fell gently as she softly snored, making the soft curls on her cheeks lightly flutter.
This girl had the most ridiculous hair. James could remember, pre-friendship, when he used to tug on her hair from behind and make crude jokes about Medusa. And anacondas. And his anaconda. He’d rather not remember the details.
He’d always liked her, he reckoned. Ever since he met her on that train, even though she was friends with Snivellus. He didn’t stop liking her through the countless times she told him she hated him, or when she stopped him from pulling that one fateful prank. Now, in seventh year, they were friends, heads, and just friends. It was better, he reasoned, to be her friend than nothing at all, but still.
With a clatter, Lily’s quill fell out of her hand. Rolling his eyes, James sat up.
“Come on, Lils. Let’s go upstairs.”
“Hmmmmmm?” Lily rolled her face to him, but did not open her eyes.
“Oh, for Merlin’s sake. I’ll carry you up, shall I?”
“Hmmmmmm.” Lily smiled softly, her eyes still closed.
Snorting under his breath, James stood up. Bloody typical of Evans, working hard until she collapsed. No wonder she always got so annoyed with his half-arsed attitude, furrowing her brows in that cute little way of hers as she told him to get it together.
Bending down, James gently lifted Lily into his arms. She was surprisingly light. As he couldn’t go up the stairs to the girls’ rooms himself, he had no choice but to take her up to his room. Right?
Steadily ignoring the forehead nudging at his neck, James carried her up. Reaching his bed, he quietly laid her down. Brushing her hair from her face, James sighed. He’d have to sleep on the floor tonight.
As he turned to get some spare blankets from the wardrobe, a small hand closed around his wrist. James froze.
Turning around, he sat on the bed next to her. “What?”
Eyes still closed, Lily smiled, her lips soft with sleep. “I like you.”
James froze. “What?”
Lily sighed softly, turning her face away. After a moment, her breathing settled back to a slow, steady rhythm. She was asleep.
James didn’t mind. It might not be today, but someday he’ll get her to admit that she likes him too. For now, this small moment seemed good enough for him.
Standing up, he gently pried his wrist away.
On second thought, he added, “I like you too.”
The closed curtains around the next bed rustled. James froze, then held his breath, bracing himself.
“Hah,” He heard Sirius whisper. “laaaaaaame.”