I Love Her, I Hate Her
Hikari M
Wow...last chapter. This story took me ages to write! It's probably the first non-oneshot that I've ever written and completed (howpathetic is that?). And no matter how many times I've wanted this story to die because I thought it would never end, or because I thought it was crap and pointless, I still love it, because I love writing.
Ew. Me? Sap talk? It doesn't work. So I'll stop there. This last part is from Lily's POV.
Enjoy the final chapter of I Love Her, I Hate Her!
I'm alone in my dormitory. No idea where everyone else is, maybe they're still at dinner. It's nice and peaceful, and nothing – not even Black – is going to put me in a bad mood.
There's footsteps; someone's coming up here. Probably Alice or Marlene coming back –
Oh.
Hello, Ja – Potter.
What was that? Aren't I going to ask how you got into the girls' dormitories? Why bother? No point giving you something else to brag about.
Fine, go ahead and talk to me. No guarantee I'll listen, though. Excuse me? I don't care if you think I should listen to you! maybe if I liked you, I would. But I don't.
…Yes, I do think the weather's nice. Now get to the point already.
You're going to make this short and sweet, Potter? Sorry, but after knowing you for this long I know you're not sweet. Perhaps stalker-like works better.
…I know that wasn't nice. That was the point.
First thing's first, you say, changing the subject to stop yourself looking stupid. Any time over the past few years you've been an idiot, you're sorry.
Woah, hold on.
Sorry?
The great James Potter is sorry?
Okay, Potter, you've managed to save yourself from my redhead wrath. Keep talking.
If I don't like the attention you give me, then you promise to stop? Just like that? No more flowers, love letters, or serenading suits of armour? Well, thanks, I think. Though I guess it confirms my suspicion that you don't like me any more…I'm not disappointed though. No way.
Hmm? What did you say?
…if I ever need someone, you're here for me?
And I thought you didn't know what sweet was. I guess this explains how you've had so many girlfriends.
But I'm not falling for it! I'm not falling for your charms, Potter!
If it were anyone else, under any other circumstances, then maybe. But not you and not this way. Because I know it and you know it, Potter – you hate me as much as I hate you.
No, that does not mean I love you! I've read your diary and I know the truth! YOU – HATE – ME.
I'd expect you to look shocked that I've read your diary, or embarrassed, or even guilty -–i never would have guessed you'd smile and hand me a small book. Yeah, I can see it's the diary. And you…want me to go get the entry that I found in the Common Room?
Fine. Here. Take it.
No?
You want me to keep reading it?
Hmph. I thought you made your point quite clear in the first few paragraphs, thank you.
Fine, I'll humour you.
'I can't even bear to say her six syllables any more.' Yes, I remember that part. Skip ahead? All right.
'She makes me feel insecure, like I'm not good enough for anyone, especially her.' You? Insecure? Don't make me laugh, James. Er…Potter.
'She's too perfect…'What?
'The one girl I always loved…'No…
'Lily Janet Evans. I love her.'
That's…That means…
You don't hate me?
You tell me not quite. You do hate me – but you hate me because you love me.
…
I'm not falling for this. I'm not falling for your charms…
You're really telling the truth?
You smile, and I can tell I'm smiling back.
Pardon? No! Don't even think about it, James, don't you dare kiss me –
…
Bloody Potter. Did I really expect you to listen?
I hate you too.
THE END