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pbjellytime · 08-28-2010, 10:00 PM

“I’m heels over head for you.”

“You mean head over heels.”

“No, heels over head. Because I’m so dangerously hanging upside down. Because I’ve risked and thrown away everything that I love just to be with you. Because if I make one mistake, everything will instantly fall apart and I’ll have nothing left and just fall to the ground.”

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Harry Potter universe. I take no credit for her work.
The title of the story comes from the song Heels Over Head by Boys Like Girls.

LE
It’s the first day of school. I’m on the Hogwarts Express, trying not to topple over as the train starts moving. I’m looking for the compartment that consists of my two friends, Desiree Harmon and Meagan Lara, when stupid James Potter steps up to me. Ugh, I’ve had enough of his messy hair and his arrogant, pigheaded attitude.

“Hey, Evans,” he says with a smirk, “how was your summer?”

How dare he speak to me after what he did to Severus in June? If he thinks I’ve forgotten about it, he’s seriously mental.

“It was great without you,” I say with a mock smile.

What Potter says next, I don’t hear, for I spot someone behind him. I don’t recognize him for a few seconds. Either he has changed a lot over the holidays, or my eyes are playing tricks on me.

His steel grey eyes are one of a kind, fathomless and giving me the feeling that he is somehow looking right through me, but at the same time full of humour. He has a fair tan and soft black hair which sort of falls into his eyes gracefully. Wait, scratch that. The black hair I’ve been accustomed to for the last five years looks a little lighter — it’s the darkest shade of brown now. I don’t know why I’m noticing these things all of a sudden; I’ve known the guy for five years.

He is laughing, paying little attention to Potter and me. He seems to find amusement in something about Peter’s summer. Every now and then he casually flicks his hair sideways so that it doesn’t get in the way of his fascinating eyes; it may be for show, but I doubt it because it is appalling and fantastic to watch.

“Hello? Anyone home?”

I switch back to reality and see Potter looking at me with an eyebrow raised. Now that I have averted my gaze back to him, he looks so plain — his glasses, his unbelievably messy black hair, his rather pale skin, his lanky body, and his boring hazel eyes.

“What?” I blurt out, trying hard to keep myself out of my own personal world. From the corner of my eye, I see Sirius guffawing.

“I asked why it was great without me, and your eyes sort of unfocused.”

“Potter, I thought I made it clear that I never wanted you to come near me again. Now if you’d just let me —”

“Hey, Lily.”

I nearly fall over. Sirius Black is making conversation with me. “Um, hi,” I answer hastily.

“How was your summer?”

“Good, you?” It feels like I’m going to lose myself in his eyes.

“Mine was fantastic, actually. I flew on an airpain with Remus here over to Italy.”

“Airpain?”

“He means airplane,” says Remus, smirking.

“It should be called airpain, it was the worst means of transportation I’ve taken.”

“I thought you had to go?” interrupts Potter, his eyebrows raised at me.

“No, I just wanted you to leave me alone,” I shoot back icily.

“Yeah, Prongs, we’re just having a nice little conversation about our summers,” says Sirius with a grin. “Is there really any need to be so nosy?”

“Oh, shut your mouth,” Potter says, slightly shoving him.

Suddenly, the train shifts rather violently, and I stumble, landing in someone’s arms; I look up and realize that it’s Sirius. Potter stares, looking sour.

“Sorry,” I mumble.

“It’s fine,” Sirius answers coolly. “I wouldn’t want you to break your skull.”
He lets go of me when Potter scowls, but his expression is malicious.

“Well, I’m going to go, excuse me,” I say, feeling my face turn scarlet, trying to walk past.

“Why don’t you come into our compartment, Evans?” Potter is smiling at me as though we’re friends. “It’d be fun.”

He’s getting very annoying. “I would rather jump off a cliff than join you.”

Potter looks a little taken aback, which gives me a feeling of triumph and guilt at the same time, and Sirius nudges him. “I’m bored, James, let’s go eat. She’s obviously not going to come; I don’t know why you even asked her.”

“Thank you, Sirius,” I say with a smile, and walk away to find Desiree and Meagan.

*****

SB
I never thought that anyone could change so much over just two months. Perhaps I now see what James sees in that girl: Witty, smart, and pretty.

I mean, really pretty.

“What was that about?” James shoots at me.

“What?”

“You know what. There was something going on.”

I snort, rolling my eyes. “What, was I supposed to let her fall flat on her face?”

He still looks a bit troubled, but seems to decide to forget about it.

Mentally, however, Lily Evans has been added to my list of girls that I still have yet to date. And I promise you, I have never, ever considered putting her there. She’s just… out of bounds. She’s James’s, the girl he has been chasing for five years now.

Forget her, I think to myself as we walk back to our compartment. She’s off limits. Your best friend is much more important than some girl, particularly the one he’s wanted for years. Besides, you like Desiree. Forget Lily.