Hi freckles! Idk if you take prompts but i really like the way you write tension and i love your lily and james (characters seperately) so i would really like if you did a “you’re sitting on the table in front of me and i should be paying attention to smth else but our eyes keep meeting” drabble?? I also know you’re busy so you can totally refuse. Anyway love youu <33
It shouldn't have happened at all. Never. Not once. There was no reasonable explanation.
It had happened five times.
Five times where she'd looked up.
Five times where her eyes had met his.
Five times where she'd wanted to look away, but didn't.
Five times where she'd expected him to look away, but he hadn't.
Five times where their gazes had held. His questioning, challenging. Hers curious but uncertain.
Five times where his eyes had raked over her, in a way that made her feel exposed, yet appreciated.
Five times where her skin prickled, blood heated. Where warmth flushed her body and set her alight in a way she couldn't explain yet never wanted to end.
Five times where the curve of his lips, the light in his eyes, the softness in his features hinted that she might not even have to explain the feeling, because maybe, just maybe, he was feeling exactly the same.
Five times where her nerve, meant to be so sure, so true, Gryffindor that she was, had folded, and she'd broken the connection first. She'd looked down, looked away. Looked to her friends seated at the table in front of her, instead of to him, just beyond. Looked away and wondered what the look had meant and why he hadn't looked away first.
Five times where Marlene had scolded her, for hadn't she asked for the help in Transfiguration, nay, begged for help in Transfiguration, her only weak subject and the one destined to send her to a life of failed NEWTs and unemployment, to hear her tell her sad tale of woe last evening? Scolded to pay attention, to listen and to learn, or else her friend would leave in a huff and she wouldn't dare be able to ask again.
She tried to resist the urge, the temptation.
She pleaded with herself, with the devil voice inside her, tricking her, tempting her.
She took dutiful notes, nodding along seriously at her friend's lecture on clothing spells, which would actually be useful if she was ever confidently, competently, able to manage one.
She did everything she could think of, and then, even more to avoid a sixth time.
He probably wouldn't even been looking.
There was no way it would happen again.
It couldn't happen again.
What did it say about her, about him, about them, if it happened for a sixth time?
They were questions she had no idea how to answer, but she reassured herself, she didn't need those answers, because it wouldn't happen again.
And yet, in a moment of distraction, a split second after she told herself not to, it did.
Lily's eyes met James’ across the library and she forgot everything else around her, just as she had before.
Her skin erupted in goosebumps, heat and fire rushing through her veins, her lips tilting into a smile to match his.
But this time was different.
This time, she didn't look away.
