Disclaimer: I own nothing, as usual. It'd be nice if I did, though.
Summary: More storms…yada yada… (two-shot now)
A/N: So here I am, sitting at home, listening to songs and feeling oddly sad and lacking in my usual fervour, when I say to myself, 'Self, get cracking on that second part idea you had for that Thunderstorms story people seem to like'. And so, here I am, writing this second instalment and living vicariously as I always have. Goodness I sound depressing.
Thunderstorms: Part TwoTwo weeks later…
There was an enormous, thunderous crash as Lily Evans and James Potter stumbled into the Gryffindor common room late that night, attached at the face. Lily giggled against James' mouth as he all but tripped over an end table. He swore softly.
Lily laughed, still kissing him. James was backing up to the common room couch, pulling Lily with him. He turned and fell on to it so that Lily was beneath him.
"What?" he asked, his breath ragged. Lily pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow.
"Oh come on Lily…it's more comfortable than standing the whole bloody time."
Lily rolled her eyes, but smiled at him. She kissed him chastely on the mouth and then slithered out from under him, heading to the large side window. James collapsed on the couch, letting out a frustrated sigh. He rolled over and watched Lily, who was staring out the window in wonder. There was a flash of lighting out and ablissful smile flitted across Lily's face. James took off his glasses and ran a hand roughly over his face before putting them back on and standing up. He walked up behind Lily and wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned against him, a thoughtful look on her face.
"When did this happen, James?"
"What? When did what happen?" he whispered, leaning down slightly as he brushed back her hair and kissed her neck.
"This," she said, pulling away slightly to turn and face him, "When did everything change? This storm just reminded me of when I first noticed the change. I remember thinking that it had something to do with us growing up…but was that really it?"
"I don't really understand the point of this conversation."
Lily sighed, "Nothing, it doesn't matter."
Lily paused, then moved away from him and closer to the window.
James sighed and reverted to his habit of running his hand through his messy black hair.
"This obviously matters to you, so let's talk."
Lily looked down at the floor, then whirled around to face him.
"I just…I just don't understand it. It all feels so sudden…and yet…so slow. I mean, is it possible for two people to change so quickly? But was it really that quick in the first place? We're you really as awful as I thought you were all those years ago? I just…I can't get a handle on everything that I'm feeling," Lily explained in a rush, hardly thinking about the words she was saying. Her eyes held an odd mix of confusion and fear.
"Lily, are you alright?" James said, standing up from where he had been sitting on the couch's armrest, and moved towards her.
"No James, I don't think I am. I can't sort everything out. I think…I think I'm in love with you…but is it possible for someone to fall in love in two weeks?"
"I don't know."
"Do you love me?"
"Of course I love you. I have for quite a while."
"I feel like I've missed a step. Like I've gone from hating you, to loving you in about ten seconds."
"There's a fine line between love and hate. Maybe you never really hated me in the first place."
There was another flash of lightning, followed closely by the rolling drumbeat of thunder.
"Maybe you're right. You were a prat though. Even the rest of the Marauders admit it," Lily said smirking as she stepped closer to him.
"Ah, but I changed over time," James whispered, leaning in to kiss her.
"Time…what is time, really?"
James sighed, "Do you always have to be all philosophical? First with the crazy madness about love and hate and change, and now time? Honestly Lily, I love you to bits, but I just can't quite keep up with you."
As Lily said nothing, but simply smirked, James leaned in again…
"Who invented the sundial?"
James slouched and rested his forehead against Lily's.
"This is cruel and unusual punishment. Can't I just kiss you?" He asked, pleading with her. She opened her mouth to say yes, but then a devilish smirk spread over her features.
"You're gonna have to catch me, James Potter," she whispered and then rushed off around the couch. James, muttering "déjà vu", sprinted off and caught her around the middle, pulling her close to him. She was smiling and giggling at him.
"Caught you," he whispered, as he leaned in.
"I think you did a long time ago," she whispered back before letting him kiss her.
And, after a while, the soft sounds of the retreating thunderstorm filled the common room, and the silver sliver of the moon shone over the peaceful Hogwarts grounds.
A/N: Well this certainly didn't turn out anything like I'd originally thought. Hmmm…..I'll be very interested on your feedback on this. I'm really not sure if I like it. It kind of bounces around a lot, but that's sort of like real life though, isn't it? Serious one moment and then it's lighter the next. Human nature. Ah well, tell me what you think.