[ r ] you gotta spend some time, love [ prower ]

[Lily Evans]

You're something beautiful
A contradiction

Lily desperately wanted to protect her ever-reddening face behind her hands, but her pride wouldn’t allow her to admit defeat. His grin—broad and genuine—captured her attention so raptly that she was afraid to look at it. Instead, she focused her emerald eyes on a spot in the center of the table, fixing them there with all of her will, refusing to hide or be lost to his smile.

“No!” she squeaked, and wondered when in her life her voice had ever been so high before. “We—They talked about you. Sometimes. But not as much as Black. When I got mad at you, they’d try to—you know, to defend you. Because . . . Well, Mary’s absolutely in love with you. And the rest of them don’t want to say anything bad about Black’s best friend. And, well—,” she shook her head, still refusing to look at him.

“I, uh, don’t think anyone ever mentioned your, er, ‘cute buns o’ steel.’ You might want to point them out when we get back to school.”

I wanna play the game
I want the friction

[James Potter]

Yes, soon she will grow

Thoroughly pleased with himself, James watched Lily talk herself in circles. He had never seen her so embarrassed before. Her face had turned an adorable shade of red that clashed so passionately with her hair that he had to clench his jaw to keep it from falling open.

Instead, he concentrated on her eyes as they flickered anywhere but on him, desperate to see the way that the emerald glinted when she was blushing. He wanted to know her every expression, to memorize them and be able to call them before his eyes on command. He wanted to know everything about her, actually.

And, so, leaning forward even more, he took a hold of her chin and lifted it up so that her eyes were visible to him. Whatever physical or verbal force was about to hit him was ultimately worth it.

Unbury me
and put me back together again

[Lily Evans]

You
Will be

No. Nonononononono. Lily Evans was not blushing for James Potter. Fire was not spreading from his finger tips, turning her face so deep a red that it was almost purple and the slight pain turned into a burning so hot she could almost hear flames crackling in her ringing ears. She'd never been more embarassed, she decided, because she didn't really get embarassed. Insults and compliments alike rolled easily off her slender shoulders.

But this, this was different. She--admittedly, not without his help--had boxed herself into a corner and her Gryffindor fighting instinct was a little hampered by the fact that her heart was beating so loudly it was deafening. His piercing gaze--which she met at once with determination, and then quickly fled from, her eyes fixing themselves on his forearms, which did not exactly help--was so forcefully interrogating that she forgot the answer to whatever he was asking. She forgot how to breathe.

"Don't," she murmured airily, her eyelashes heavy as though she were sleeping, her swat at his arm gentle, almost dream-like. She jerked her chin away and was flooded with relief and regret that confused her so greatly she felt sort of nausiated. "Don't touch me, Potter."

The death
Of me

[James Potter]

Sad rose for life

Smiling coyly, James tilted his head to one side. He allowed his hand to drop to the table in front of him, staring at his fingers as he evenly spaced them. He didn’t know what to say, exactly, as he was still trying to recover from the attack of her eyes and her embarrassment and everything else that made Lily so beautiful and lovely to him.

“Why not?” he asked, managing to keep his voice from shaking. He could feel loose energy bounding through his body and so he tapped his foot anxiously on the floor as if that was the only way to expend it. He suddenly wanted to play Quidditch, or run, or do anything but sit at the table and stare at a woman who was becoming even more infuriatingly gorgeous by the second.

“You get to touch me,” he argued, though it was quite obvious that she didn’t really want to touch him and so it was a moot point. Still.

Because I am already dead

[Lily Evans]

Yeah, you
Will be

Funny, Lily thought, her mind suddenly removed from her body by the jolt of electricty that shot through her core at his words. She could see her reactions, know that she was behaving like an idiot, and yet she could not seem to control herself. It was as though her rationality had abandoned the rest of her to fend for herself. It was seemed to be rapidly progressing towards a bad habit these days.

"I--" she attempted to protest, then became transfixed by the idea. Lily leaned forward, brushing her fingers against his deceptively delicate cheekbones, and then sat back, watching him intently. Her fingertips buzzed with molten fire; surely he had to feel the way it burned when they collided.

She closed her eyes, shook herself. She was behaving stupidly. With jerky movements, she forced herself to stand and take their trays back to the counter, fighting the urge to look back over her shoulder. When she returned, her eyes were steadfastly downcast. "I should be getting home."

The death
Of me

[James Potter]

So taste it

James did not mind at all that Lily was being irrational. He was being rather daring himself, considering the rules and regulations he had previously given himself. Though, the night before, he had seemed to thrown all of those out of the window anyway. And now that he was with her, all of the cheesy pick-up lines and flattery would not be of any help.

Acting like himself seemed to help a lot, though.

He froze as her fingertips brushed his face, his eyes wide in astonishment. And he thought that he had been acting out—she was a regular daredevil. He beamed at her, blinking several times in an attempt to clear his mind. It didn’t work.

And then she had walked to the counter, and back to him, and he was too dazzled to argue with her. He stood up, fingers brushing her hair behind her ear as he leaned down to whisper in it.

“Okay. I’ll see you later, love.” He didn’t wait around to see what happened, instead slipping out of the muggle restaurant that he had been so enthusiastic about just a few moments ago, and apparating home at the first chance that he got.

And we will never be alone

[Lily Evans]

Lily stared at James as though she had never seen him before in her life, her eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. Maybe she'd just had a momentary lapse in her comprehension of the English language. Maybe she was just now feeling the effects of a concussion. Maybe she was wrong, but she could have sworn that when Potter called her 'love'--one of the trashy, sleezeball pet names he was so fond of using--it made her stomach drop just a little, the way it did when she was eye-to-eye with any sort of stuffed toy, only not in a bad way.

Probably she was just having a really strange allergic reaction to the Coke.