A/N: Here is a little something I wrote in probably no more than fifteen minutes, inspired by the song Under Control by Parachute.
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize belongs to JKR.
It's Only A Matter Of Time
I threw down my quill and let out a loud sigh, resting my elbows on the table and putting my head in my hands. I could sense irritated glances being shot my way but I ignored them. After four-and-a-half straight hours of studying I decided I was done. Brushing my copper hair out of my eyes, I quickly shoved my books, parchment, and quill haphazardly back into my bag.
I headed out of the library, giving the young librarian, Madam Pince, a smile on my way out. After only a few steps down the hall a voice called after me. Potter.
"Go out with me Lily," James said, for the umpteenth time. I slowly turned around to face him; he had a big lopsided smile on his face. I let out a loud sigh, not bothering to hide my irritation. All I wanted to do was go back to the common room and lie down on a couch right in front of the fire. Ahh, if only.
I knew my answer, it was like a script with no room for improvisation, but I couldn't ignore the almost silent whispering within me that wanted to answer otherwise. No. Where did that come from? I shook the thought away just as quickly as it came to me.
"How many times do I have to tell you? No, I will not go out with you James," I said and started to turn away.
"You called me James," he whispered behind me, and I froze. "You've never called me James." He sounded completely awestruck. Had I really? He didn't seem to be lying, so I must have. Crap, that was only going to encourage him, and I just wanted to get away.
"Don't flatter yourself Potter," I said looking back at him over my shoulder. I couldn't stop my heart from beating unevenly at that crooked little smile on his face. I gulped, and quickly turned back around. What was wrong with me? Maybe someone snuck some poison into my pumpkin juice during dinner -- poison that ate away at your brain and made you react in the strangest of ways. Or maybe it was drugs? Whatever it was I hoped – no, prayed – it would go away soon. He chuckled as I walked away, but made no move to follow me.
As I neared the end of the hall I heard him say quietly, so quietly that I might have imagined it, "it's only a matter of time." I couldn't ignore the butterflies that flew into my stomach, and the hope that rose up within me. Drugs, it was just the drugs, I told myself over and over again as I walked back to Gryffindor common room.
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