Padfoot

Chapter 2

AAUUAAUG!!! Why am I so in love???? He's so sweet, but he'd never love me back... I try to flirt and he thinks I'm trying to annoy him. The truth is I love him and I have terrible communication skills. ;) I joke when I'm nervous. What would James say? I put down my homework that I'm only half-concentrating on and walk out of the portrait hole, down to the quittich pitch where, as I expected, Prongs is showing off his broom skills to Wormtail, a group of 4th year girls, and a very disgruntled Lily. "Prongs! Hey, Prongs!" I shout. "Can I talk to you for a moment?" "Sure Padfoot!" He flies down, dismounts his broom and tosses it to Wormtail. We begin our walk through the grounds, the two of us. About halfway to Hagrid's cabin, I stop. "James, I have to tell you something." He looks at me, almost concerned. He speaks in a whisper. "You only call me James when somethings really serious." "Well," I say, "This is pretty big." "Yeah?" "James, I think I love, no, I know I love..." "Who?" His voice is filled with concern, excitement, and a little scared. "Who is it?" "Moony-Well, Remus..." I look into his face, which is blank with shock. I have no idea what he's thinking. "What?!" To my horror, his voice is angry. "I don't care if you don't accept me for liking a guy," I say in a hard, clear tone, though my voice is shaking. James is mad, he doesn't accept me- "What?!" He says. "No-I don't care about that! Just, why didn't you tell me earlier?!" My face relaxes, and I let out my breath. "So your okay with-" "Of course I am!" He says, slightly offended. "Your my best mate, Padfoot, and I don't care if your gay, straight or somewhere in between." I'm laughing with relief now. I hug him, so happy my best friend still loves me. He smiles. "You thought I would me mad, didn't you, Padfoot?" He begins laugh in and hugs me back. But we weren't alone that night. Little did I know at this very moment, a short, pale Slytherin boy we knew only too well was rushing off, probably to tell Lily of his news. His greasy black hair trailing behind him, 15-year old Severus Snape ran as quietly as he could back up to the castle.