He's That Girl

i have no idea where that kiss came from. it just appeared. and now Lily's all pissed because of it.

well sorry, miss red queen!

it's not like i planned it. i turned. i was about to yell at her. about what, i dont remember.

and then our lips met.

and that's about it.

yeah, i have kissed a lot of girls before. just this was different.

just like kissing your crush just when you start to hate her.

except it was the opposite. it was like kissing your enemy and it makes you want to like her.

a lot like that.

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i dont really know about this skipping school thing. it's really not good for my record. i frankly dont give a damn about lover boy's records; he's got so many absences they probably dont care anymore.

who's lover, you ask? rita skeeter. that bitch.

not that i'm jealous or anything.

in fact, the day i start to like lover boy, i'll do something drastic.

like color my hair black. and wear black lipstick and nail polish. and eyeshadow.

something so unlike me everyone will think i've been taken over by big bad voldie.

even though i'd never do anything that retarded.

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great. i made this chair red. the color of red's hair.

just great.

you know, we went from being enemies to being friends to being enemies in the same day.

is that even possible? apparently so.

hang on. i'm changing the color of this chair to blue.

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this chair is really comfortable. only one problem.

it's black. the color of lover boy's hair. and i cant turn it brown, because that's the color of his eyes.

how did i know that?

i was never close enough to look. like i ever wanted to.

until today.

but today is just one of those days. and this chair is turning blue.

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i just realized something. something mcgonagall will probably be proud of, but who cares.

the day after tomorrow, i'm gonna have a ton of homework PLUS a detention for skipping school.

and the rumors flying around like the snitch in the school. about what?

about me and red skipping school, that is. together. on the same days.

and only a select few know the truth.

which they'll probably 'accidentally' forget. and go along with the rumors.

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the bets.

i just remembered the bets.

let's see, who won, then? i think gina. i think she's the one who said that we'll kiss.

but whoever said we'll fall in love is gonna lose big time.

i should have walked in and wagered something. something like 'i bet 100 galleons that you two are going to be hit by some powerful hexes thanks to yours truly in two days.'

but they can wait.

and i have time.

all i have to do is summon some books from my dorm. and that's not hard.

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Lily and James spent the majority of that evening in their bathrooms, each having made it comfortable with home-like commodities. They saw each other only for the instants that they had left their separate havens to retrieve some food for their hungred stomachs. Other than that, they also saw each other when they had both climbed into their separate beds, Lily on the right and James on the left. Which they did only after Lily had hexed the window to send a steady breeze towards James's head.

Both slept almost immediately. Their habits of sleeping did not become evident to the other. Lily still spoke, with James's occasional mumble, and James tossed and turn as if he were sleeping on a bed of coals. Though he was dreaming. Just as Lily was.

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James slept sounder than any previous night. But he didn't notice that. All he noticed were the warning signs his subconscious was throwing at him unsuccessfully...

He walked endlessly. All that was around him was colors. Colors such as green, black, red. He couldn't figure out what all the colors meant.

He kept walking.

Finally, after what seemed like hours surrounded by luminous color, he just sat down. His aching feet and pounding head didn't help. Different parts of his body felt as if they had removed themselves from him; his appendages, eyes, ears, mainly his brain. But he knew it was his body.

And in one giant flash of green light, he was one again. One body, one mind, one soul.

In front of him was a mirror.

It was small; no bigger than a sheet of parchment. But the strange fact was that it was hanging as if by invisible thread in front of his face.

Then he looked at himself in the mirror.

But it wasn't him. It was someone else. Someone with green eyes. And a lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead.

Everything else was evident. Black hair, unruly as usual, stubborn chin, glasses. It was him. But it wasn't.

Who was this person?

He reached out to touch the mirror, and his hand was enveloped in what seemed like liquid as it went through the glass. He pulled it out immediately. He stared at the reflection.

He watched it move. Closer to the mirror. So close that he could probably feel it. The reflection couldn't go through the mirror, and its skin pressed against the glass.

He was confused. Why was it consumed by a barrier but not he?

The reflection moved back, an expression of extreme awe and content on its face. Farther and farther back, until he could not see it anymore.

"Wait!" he called, standing once more. But it did nothing.

And the mirror fell, breaking into millions of tiny pieces at his feet. He woke.

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Lily could only see straight in front of her. She couldn't look down, to the side, up; but could still tell that she was in her own body. Tunnel vision, she remembered; something her father had once said about people who did not look around them.

She wanted her peripheral vision back.

Until she saw something.

It was a shadow. A shadow of someone walking. The person kept walking, straight ahead, never turning left or right and remaining in her line of vision.

She tried to follow, but stayed at the same distance. No matter how hard she ran, the other person was the same distance in front of her. She ceased trying and walked, watching the person do the same.

The person stopped walking, as did she. Parts of the person's body flew off as they sat down: hands, feet, an arm.

There was a flash. Bright green light surrounded her as she shut her eyes tightly.

The light disappeared. She opened her eyes. The person was still there, sitting in front of a piece of glass with all of their body parts attached.

They just sat there, staring into the glass. They lifted their hand and touched the glass.

Minutes that seemed like hours passed. She stood, watching the person who was enthralled by the glass.

The person stood, calling something. She strained to hear, but could not.

The piece of glass fell. The person disappeared. Then she woke.

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James and Lily awoke at the exact same moment, unknowingly of course.

Both lay in their beds, staring at the ceiling and gasping for breath.

Both remembered every detail of their dreams.

But neither realized that they had been in the same dream.
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