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Two days before last chapter
Lily spent six years disliking James Potter. Ever since that first time he proclaimed his love in the common room, directly after which he was pummeled by his sister.
Though perhaps she never hated James? Just didn't like the constant infatuation.
When his flirtations began to slow to a stop is when she realized. She missed him talking to her. Thats fucked up isn't it? Spend six years calling a guy a toe-rag and now you hate him.
She was conflicted. And who does Lily Evans go to when confused? Severus Snape.
Lily found him in a corner of the library, scribbling in his journal. "Sev! I'm distressed." She said as she sat down at a chair across from him.
"What now? Is Potter still messing with you?" He asked as he set down his quill, setting his journal aside.
"No. Well.. Not in that way at least." She crossed her arms on the table, hiding her face in them. "Ithinkilikejamespotterandihavenocluewhattodoaboutit." She mumbled into her elbow.
"Evans, I have no clue what you just said."
Lily huffed, picking her head up. "I think I like James Potter and I have no clue what to do!"
Severus looked at her for a moment before beginning to laugh. "Real funny Evans!"
"Sev."
He cracked up, having to hold his chest from laughing. "You like Potter? That's the joke of the century!"
"Severus." She deadpanned at him.
That was when he stopped. "Lily."
"Severus Snape."
"You can't be serious."
"No, Sirius is his best friend!" She quipped.
"First, you're hanging out with Féinics too much," He began. "Second, when the actual hell did you decide this?"
She sighed. "I think I've always liked him.. Just his constant flirtations made it hard to see it." She propped up her hand on her elbow and leaned her head on it. "I'm screwed aren't I? He hasn't spoken to me much in a few weeks.."
Internally, Severus' heart broke. He'd loved her since they were children. She was always so sweet in a world of chaos. A beautiful flower in a row of thorns. But he'd never take away from her happiness. Not for a second.
After all, he was a death eater. Had been since christmas. He couldn't hurt her like that. She was a muggleborn, the very thing Voldemort wanted to exterminate.
"As much as I loathe Potter, you should tell him. If he rejects you, then it wasn't meant to be." He said in a soft voice.
