How You Get the Girl - Jily
“Mate, you’re never going to woo her by being a right twat, just speak to the poor girl!” Remus nudged his friend, looking to Sirius for confirmation.
“Moony’s right, I say you march right over to the girls’ dorms and tell her exactly how you feel once and for all.”
“Okay, well maybe that can wait for the morning—”
“Padfoot, you’re a genius!” James cried, leaping up and nearly bolting out the door. Remus didn’t even bother trying to tell him that it was raining, James wouldn’t even notice.
And that’s how James ended up soaking wet and banging on the entrance to the girls’ dorm building, praying that Lily would be the one to answer.
“James Potter, are you insane?” A familiar voice scolded. Lily.
James gave a weak laugh, “Maybe.”
“Well why are you here?”
“I just—I just wanted to get something off my chest.”
Lily shrugged, go on.
“Well, I just—it’s been a—long six months, going to school with you—y’know in a good way—and I just, I’ve just been too afraid to say anything but…” James gulped, looking down at the floor, letting the dull patter of the rain soothe him. He needed to tell her how he felt if it killed him.
“I want you—for worse or for better. And—if I have to wait forever, so be it,” James stuttered, not daring to so much as glance at Lily, scared for her reaction. “And if I—I break your heart, I’ll—put it back together because I want—no, I need you, Lily Evans. I will wait as long as it takes.
“So, I dunno, take that into consideration or whatever,” James scoffed at himself, all of a sudden incredibly self-conscious, but when he spared Lily a look to try and profile the situation, she was smiling. She was smiling and all of James’s problems evaporated.
“I love you too, you idiot.”