He's In my head chapter 2

"Evans, wait up!"

Lily heard James yelling from somewhere behind her. They were all just getting out of Potions class. Potions class wasn't bad to Lily, she rather enjoyed Professor Slughorn. He was quite nice to her and was really easy to get along with. Plus he was fair to everyone. Lily really did want and stop for James, but if she did she just knew her knees would go weak, her mind would go and melt into mush, her heart would try and tear out of her chest, and her palms would go all sweaty. So she really didn't want to go through all that, and thinking that, Lily hurried up and practically ran into the next class. Which happened to be her best, Charms.

"Good morning Ms. Evans," Professor Flitwick said from behind his desk.

"Good morning Professor, how are you doing?"

"Quite well, my darling your looking quite flushed. Are you felling well, Ms. Evans?"

Lily realized she must be all flushed from running, also she got there early.

"Oh . . . . not really." Lily said without realizing what she just said.

"Oh? What's wrong Ms. Evans?" Just than more and more students began to fill into the classroom. But two people were missing.

"Okay, class settle down, I would like to take attendance now."

Professor Flitwick got into his normal routine, not saying Lily's name obviously knowing she was there. Lily wasn't listening when all of a sudden her ears turned on.

"James Potter? Sirius Black?" Professor was calling one last time, he turned and looked questioningly at Remus. Remus only shrugged. The professor went on, "not here? Oh well might as well get on with the class."

Right than Lily put her hand in the air.

"Yes, Ms. Evans?" the Professor asked.

"I'm not feeling so well, sir, may I see Madam Promfrey?"

Professor Flitwick searched over her face concernedly.

"Of course, of course dear, go right on ahead"

And with that Lily gathered her books and bag, with everyone's eyes on her she walked out the door giving Remus an I'm-Okay kind of smile. He was such a good friend.

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Lily walked to her common room, obviously not going to Madam Promfrey's. Lily knew what was wrong with her and she knew that Madam Promfrey couldn't cure her.

Lily Evans has caught the disease, Love Sick. And she knew how she caught it. A stupid little man in a diaper with wings shot a disease covered arrow into her arse.

Lily said the new password to her and James's rooms, Emerald Fire. James came up with the password. Only Lily had no idea what the hell Emerald Fire meant. She gave up after awhile trying to figure it out. (A/N Emerald-Lily's eyes, Fire-her red hair. Lame, I know)

Lily walked into the common room half asleep on her feet. She just barely made it to the couch before her eyelids glued themselves together. Somewhere far away, Lily's mind acknowledged the thump of her heavy school bag falling off her shoulder and hitting the wood floors, it also managed to acknowledge the softness of the couch she softly landed in. What her mind didn't manage to acknowledge was a weight on the other end of the couch. The weight of someone else sitting on the couch. Someone else as in James Potter.

O.o.O

James was just dozing off when he heard someone wearily murmur, Emerald Fire. Only two people knew the password, himself and Lily. Lily, his Lily. He realized this year for him to be able to have Lily, and somehow make her realize that she did love him, and that they were practically made for each other, he would have to respect her wishes and grow up somewhat. He figured that he would start off by granting her ever-lasting wish, to not ask her out and leave her alone. Technically that's two wishes, but James thought Lily deserved two wishes granted at the same time. James opened his eyes a tiny bit. Lily almost tripped into the sofa. Her heavy bag fell off her shoulder and she fell into the couch. James sat up a little surprised that she didn't ask him anything or yell at him. But now that he thought about it, Lily hadn't yelled at him in . . . a long time. James peeked over her now laying form and saw that she was dead asleep. She looked so peaceful. He thought she must really be tired if she willingly skipped class and didn't even make it up the stairs. James realized it was kinda cold in their common room without the fire that was usually lit in the evening. I guess somewhere in Lily's head she thought of it too, because just than her feet, which didn't have shoes on anymore, stuck themselves right behind James back. James almost jumped at the feeling of Lily's cold feet. He smiled to himself, loving it. Lily shuffled her feet around trying to get her feet warmer. James leaned back into the couch, squishing her feet, which he knew would be still comfortable to her and it would make her feet warmer. Lily smiled and looked happy. James thought he would burst with his own happiness, because for the first time in his life, he made Lily superbly happy!

James like looking at Lily when she was asleep. This was his only second time doing it. His first was when he was in 3rd year. He was really only a boy compared to what he was now, he was mystified by Lily Evans, he was overcame with wonder about who Lily Evans really was. So one night he snuck up the banister of the girls staircase in the middle of the night, and since her bed was near the window which had a seat he sat there and watched her. Unfortunately Sirius found him and made him leave. Telling him he was such a stalker. To say the least Sirius has never stopped teasing him about that night. Since than James has never tried to watch Lily sleep. Ever. Until now. Ha, now Sirius can never catch me, James thought, silently chuckling and shaking his head in amusement. Lily shifted in her sleep, and James turned to look at her to make sure she was still asleep.

She actually didn't look peaceful anymore, she looked rather . . . . fearful. James was wondering if she was having a nightmare. Her body started to shake. And James himself became a little scared. What type of nightmare could she be having? Lily started murmuring in her sleep, James moved a little closer to her, bending over her curled knees, to get a better hearing of what she was saying.

"No, no, no, please, don't!" Lily was shaking her head back and forth. She sounded scared, and it sounded like she was crying.

"I'm begging you, not Harry!" Lily whispered harshly.

James was a bit taken back. Who is this Harry? It must be someone Lily cared about very very much. And that put James in a sour mood for a minute. Than he heard what he always wanted to hear.

"James," Lily called. James had to pinch himself to reassure himself that he wasn't dreaming! James was ecstatic! Lily's hand moved in the air, and James moved his hand to fold into hers. She gripped his hand tightly. She was still asleep, but she wasn't having the nightmare much anymore. Her body stopped shaking, and she didn't sound so hysterical anymore.

"Thank you, James." was Lily's last words and than she fell into a deep deep sleep with no nightmares.

James felt his hand tingling and realized that Lily still had his hand locked in a tight holding. James wouldn't ever complain at all about his situation right now, he was just worried about Lily, and who and what she was dreaming about. James reminded himself to ask her one day what it was all about.

Soon he himself started to get tired. By the look of the sky out the windows it was twilight. Dinner was being served right now. But James had no desire to move from where he was.

After awhile James found it hopeless to be able to stay awake, so he fell asleep. He was still holding Lily's hand and slowly and gently fell behind Lily laying on the couch. Being so close to her made his insides shiver and his whole skin seemed to be cold and on fire all at once. His heart was beating in tune with hers and her even breathing was his lullaby. Almost at once after that he fell asleep right next to Lily, and in his sleep his arm wound itself around Lily's waist in a protective hold. Lily still held his hand and snuggled in closer to James.

They stayed like that till the rosy orange of the skies and the bright brilliant sun arose in the sky . . . . . . .