Here it is! The final Valentine's Day Week story of 2017!
It's another short and sweet one, and I think this is a good way to finish the week. I wrote this with about the Marauder's sixth year in mind, but it's not overly specific.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hogwarts or any Harry Potter characters or really anything from this story but the dialogue. All rights to their respective owners.
May I Have Your Attention
Lily sighed as she slumped down in the chair of the library. Remus looked up from where he was studying and raised an eyebrow.
"How do you stand him?" Lily demanded.
"What do you mean how do I stand him?"
"Well you're friends with him, right? So you must have some secret to dealing with someone so-so stuck up, so intolerable."
"What did he do this time?"
"Just the usual. I mean, it's not even the stupid acts that bother me anymore, it's just that he won't quit. He acts as if I'm some-some challenge that he's accepted, and I hate it. I'm an actual, real, live person and I deserve to be treated like it." At the end of her rant, Lily kicked the air under the table. Remus looked unaffected.
"Lily, that's not what he thinks," he said.
"Really? Then prove it."
When James Potter stood up on the table the day morning during breakfast, Lily couldn't help but groan.
Not again, she thought. And not in front of everybody.
"May I have your attention!" James called out. The room fell silence.
"Potter, what are you doing?" McGonagall demanded from the head table. "Get off of the table this instance."
"Minerva," Dumbledore said, leaning in towards the other professor. "I think we should let this run its course." McGonagall didn't look pleased, but she didn't object either.
"Thank you Professor," James replied. "Anyways, I have a very important announcement. It has been brought to my attention that one Lily Evans has some misconceptions about my feelings for her.
"Lily, you have somehow gotten it in your head that my passion for is but for the 'challenge' you present me. This couldn't be further from the truth. The reason, Ms Evans, for my passion is simple. You." James walked towards Lily, accidentally stepping in a plate of eggs, and stepped down the the bench in front of her.
"You, Lily Evans, are one of a kind. Everything you do is special. The way you laugh, the way you talk, the way you are the favorite of every teacher here. Even the look you have on your face whenever you're about to scold me or Sirius is beautiful. And I know that I can travel the Earth and never find someone as wonderful as you.
"I don't want you as some trophy. I want you simply because I can't imagine having anyone else." James reached down, grabbed Lily's hands, and pulled her up. "Lily Evans, I am completely and utterly and totally and every other synonym of that word in love with you."
Lily did the only think she could do. She kissed him.