It rained. It sprinkled on the platform, showered on the train, and by the time they reached Hogwarts, it was pouring. Lily loved it. She sat in her compartment, staring out the window, happily oblivious to the conversation her roommates were having. When James briefly joined them, she was nonchalantly vicious, and during the sorting, her eyes continually drifted upward. Lily had always loved the Great Hall best when it rained.
After the feast, Lily snuck away from the pack of students headed toward their dorms. She crept through the door and braced herself against the chill. The storm was violent, and she welcomed the pelting drops, whistling wind, and occasional burst of lightning. She took a seat on the soaking grass, pulling her legs to her chest. She tilted her head back, and allowed the droplets to soak her face.
It wasn’t long before she felt a presence beside her. She didn’t even need to look to know who it was.
“You’ll catch your death out here!” he yelled above the storm. Thunder crashed. She ignored him, closed her eyes, and looked away. He sat down next to her, and lowered his voice slightly, so that it was just below a yell, “What are you doing out here?”
“Thinking.” She replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Lightning flashed above them.
She thought he heard him chuckle, “About what?”
“Nothing.” She replied simply. She turned her head to smile at him. Thunder rolled.
“You’re thinking about nothing?” He smirked back at her. She wasn’t sure how well he could see her; his glasses were streaked with water. “Some how, I don’t believe that.”
“It’s the truth.”
A flash of lightning lit up his features. He was soaked through the bone already. His hair was matted to his head, lying flat for once, his glasses were still streaked, his robes were clinging to his body. A stray droplet rolled down his chin, following his neck until it disappeared under his collar. Another landed on his forehead, and managed to race down his nose, splashing onto his lips.
“People can see.” He half warned, half mocked her.
“Who?” The loud clap of thunder startled her, and brought her closer to him.
“Anyone.” Their faces were inching closer together.
“Who’s watching?” They were whispering now, and they had to strain to hear above the pounding rain. Their noses were brushing against each other.
“No one.” Her lips finally met his as he conceded, and the two kissed slowly. They lightly sucked the water off of each other’s lips, their tongues danced in the now familiar caverns of each other’s mouths. Occasionally, they lapped up a stray drop. One of his hands was holding him up; the other was threaded through her wet locks, pulling her closer. Both of her hands cupped his face.
Lightning flashed. Thunder cracked.
“Right then, I think you’ve got it!” Lily beamed proudly at the third year boy she was tutoring.
“Thanks, Lily!” He wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug.
She rolled her eyes at the angry grunt that sounded behind them. Of course James would be jealous of a thirteen-year-old. Why else would he and Remus choose the table right behind her? The hairs on the back of her neck didn’t lie. He wasn’t studying.
She chose to ignore James, and released the boy. “Sure thing, Garrett. Do you need anything else?”
“No, that’s it.” She helped him pack his things, and he gave her another hug before leaving.
She sat contentedly for a moment, then began to pack her own things. It never ceased to amaze her how much space her things took. No matter how few, or small the things were, they would end up spread over the entire space available. She wondered vaguely how a quill she had just used could end up across the table. She moved to get it as the two remaining marauders burst into the library.
“Moony! Prongs! Look what we just found!” Peter Pettigrew cried as he and Sirius Black rushed past her and to their friends.
“Quiet, Wormtail!” Black snapped at him. Lily chuckled to herself. She heard something soft land on the table.
“WOAH. Are those-“
“Knickers!” Peter squealed.
She froze. Oh. Dear. Merlin. They weren’t. They couldn’t be. They hadn’t even come off! Had they? She couldn’t remember.
“Where did you find them?” She heard James ask curiously. She hoped he was acting.
“In an empty classroom.”
Oh shit. They couldn’t be. That was months ago. She chanced a glance over. Didn’t Filch clean?!
“Can you believe it?!”
Her face reddened. She quickly packed her remaining things. At least they didn’t know they were hers.
“I mean what kind of slag drops her knickers in a classroom?”
She left the library as inconspicuously as possible, and broke into a run as soon as she cleared the door. She let her feet carry her; her mind was oblivious to anything but those boys and her knickers. She ran until her legs would no longer support her. Then, she sank against a wall, gasping for breath. For a few moments, she simply sat there, catching her breath, trying to forget. It wasn’t long before she was joined on the ground.
“Goodness, Potter. What are you, stalking me now?”
“Partially.” She chuckled briefly. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to recover, lest I die of humiliation.”
He was silent for a minute, and then responded positively. “Well, look on the bright side. At least Filch didn’t find them.” Her mind was suddenly filled with images of the caretaker doing filthy things with her panties. She was disgusted.
“That really, really, did not help.” Her mind transferred from Filch doing filthy things, to Peter doing filthy things. She wasn’t entirely sure which was worse. “Ack. Does Peter still have them?"
"Are you kidding? I knicked them as soon as he wasn’t looking.” She chuckled. “He’s incredibly disappointed. Do you want them back?”
She scrunched her face, “Not really.”
“Excellent!” His entire face lit up. “I’m keeping them.” She blushed, and he laughed at her. “So, Evans, do I get a reward?”
“You get to keep my knickers.” She flashed him an obviously fake smile.
“Yeah, but that’s not what I want…” he whined.
“Don’t be greedy,” she teased.
“Oh, come on, Evans! All I want’s a kiss!”
She pretended to think it over. “Nah, I don’t think I can do that.” She got up, and began to walk away.
“Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaase?” he pouted, following her up.
She turned to face him, laughing. “Fine.” He broke into a grin before she planted a chaste peck on his lips.
She began walking away from him again, “Hey!” he yelled after her.
She turned around, trying and failing to hide her grin. “I’m sorry, is that not what you meant?”
“Not exactly.” He caught up to her.
“Maybe you should show me, then.” She whispered, looking up at him.
“Well, Evans,” he smiled, “It starts like this…” She laughed as he kissed her, all thoughts of creepy men and knickers thrown out the window.
“POTTER!” She was fuming. She had just passed Garrett Smith on his way to the Hospital Wing. His arms were now miniscule.
He stopped in his path and turned around. “Alright, Evans?” He smirked at her.
Her eyes narrowed. “You shrank his arms?!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He kept a completely straight face.
“Oh you know damn well what I’m talking about! He’s thirteen!” She took a step closer to him, and pointed at his chest.
“He’s got the hots for you!”
“That doesn’t mean he doesn’t want you!”
“So what if he does?!”
“He needs to know his place!”
“His place!? His place?! Where is that, Potter? Below you? Near anything that you want? It’s not your place to decide that! Honestly. Grow. Up.” She poked him in the chest with each of the last two words. Then she turned on her heel, and walked away from him, and the crowd that surrounded them.
She smirked to herself. She could feel her blood pumping, her flushed face, pounding heart. Her hair bounced around her shoulders with the beat of her steps. The stale air cooled her as she cut through it. Lily Evans never felt more alive than when she was fighting with James Potter. Never was she so attuned to her coursing blood. Never more familiar with the quick rhythm of her heart. Never could she simply feel so much. Quick footsteps from behind snapped her out of her reverie. She was pushed into an empty classroom, and grinned.
Well, almost never.
Their relationship, for lack of a better term, continued much the same as it had. Although now, they rarely stopped at simply snogging. Rather, they pressed onward, onward, onward, until Lily would slip the glasses off of his face, and the two would start on another pleasurable adventure. However, since the first time, and the ‘knickers incident’ Lily adamantly demanded a bed.
It added a difficult dynamic to the game they both enjoyed so dearly. Now, rather than simply being alone, they needed to be alone in a bedroom. And since James had yet to discover a way up the girls’ stairwell, they needed to be alone in his bedroom. For anybody else, this would not have been nearly as difficult, but the marauders were a brotherhood. They were rarely apart from one another. James had had a difficult enough time sneaking around them to snog her. It was nearly impossible to sneak her into their room, and to keep them out of it. Nearly.
But, where there’s a will, there’s a way, and Lily and James’ will was great. So they found ways. They created diversions, and made up errands, and -though James felt horrible about it - told lies.
“Why don’t you just go to hell and leave me alone!”
“Why don’t you loosen up?”
The crowd in the common room had dispersed. Many had sought sanctuary outside of the tower. Some had gone to their dorms. Others had purposefully diverted their attention to anything but them. Nobody noticed that when Lily stormed away, she stormed up the boys’ staircase. Nobody noticed that when James went off to sulk, he was trying his hardest not to smile.
Lily waited for him just beyond the entrance to his dorm. She smirked when he entered, “I thought you’d never come…”
“And miss this?” he grabbed her by the hips. “Never.”
Their lips met, and the two wasted no time. James immediately removed her jumper, and started on her tie. Because James had removed these two items prior to their meeting, Lily went straight to work on his buttons. He guided them to his bed, continuing his work undressing her. She slid his shirt off, and tugged on the wife-beater he was wearing. Frustrated, he ripped open her blouse.
The two crashed onto his bed, kissing frantically. Lily let her hands roam his chest, before moving to his belt. His hands were everywhere, continually moving, leaving tingling sensations as they travelled. Lily unbuttoned his trousers, and struggled with them. James broke away from her, and removed them himself. As he straddled her, Lily reached up, and removed his glasses. James closed the curtains surrounding them.
Afterward, the two lay in his bed, on their sides facing each other. They held hands, and played with each other’s fingers. Lily stared into his eyes, and he stared right back, though she wondered if he could see her without his glasses. On a whim, James began to shower her face with kisses. She scrunched her face and laughed. He moved to her mouth, and kissed her briefly, but seriously. He stared at her for a few more seconds.
“You know, Lily Evans,” He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, “you are a beautiful person.”
“Can you even see me?” she chuckled.
“Hardly.” He too chuckled, she looked away, “But that’s not what I meant.”
She looked back up at him, kissed him.
Strangely enough, while at school, Lily found herself healing. Her roommates, were true, if not close friends, and however annoying Lily found them, they cared for her. The loneliness that was magnified by the loss of her best friend began to dissipate. Though she still missed him on occasion, she no longer pined for him.
Her constant proximity to James was another factor. They had nearly every class together, and his antics in them often had her cracking up. Their arguments made her fiery. Their escapades made her feel more whole than she ever had before. Everything about him wound her up. He brought out the best in her, whether he was arguing with her, or kissing her, or making her laugh, or laughing at her. Everything he did made her better. Intentionally or not.
They were lying next to each other, both of them panting. James reached over, and threaded his fingers though hers. She smiled at the gesture but the two continued staring at his canopy, attempting to catch their breath.
After a few moments, James rolled over, retrieved his glasses and flipped the radio on. The tail end of a generic rock song surrounded them. Lily moved to snuggle into James. A new song rolled into the final notes of the previous one. She lay in the crook of his arm, her head resting on he chest. She began to trace outlines onto his stomach. Circles, flowers, stars, smiles. The song ended, and the DJ announced another generic love song, by a whiny witch.
Lily burst up, startling James. “I love this song!”
He chuckled, “Seriously?”
She began to sing along. Loudly, and very off-key. She danced along to the tempo, and sang into an imaginary microphone. She exaggerated the words, and occasionally matched her movements to them, wagging her finger on “no,” and clutching her chest on “heart.”
James could not contain his laughter. He tossed his head back as she started singing obviously to him. She pointed at him as she sang “yyyyyyyoooooooooouuuuuuuuuu!” and the song ended. In a fit of laughter, she collapsed on his chest. She rolled off of him, but it was several moments before either of them could calm themselves.
“So,” he gasped, “You like that song?”
“Yeah!” she suppressed another round of giggles, “Almost as much as I hate her…” James raised his eyebrows at her. “Oh, she’s bloody annoying! So’s that song, it’s just so damn catchy!”
“It’s so bad it’s good?”
“Only after the first fifty times you hear it.”
“What on earth would possess you to listen to that song fifty times?!”
He nodded knowingly, and the two fell into a comfortable silence. After a few moments, James started laughing again.
“What’s so funny, mister?” Lily inquired.
“My heart belongs to yyyyyyoooooooouuuuuu!” he sang.
Lily nearly fell off the bed laughing.
Lily sat in the library, working on a particularly difficult transfiguration essay McGonagall had assigned. She sat alone, per usual, and had her things spread across the table. James was watching her again. It had become a habit, for him to sit behind her in the library while pretending to do his homework. At first, it had bothered her, but as it became apparent he was not going to change, she learned to ignore it so long as he didn’t disturb her. Occasionally, he attempted to join her, or to engage her in conversation, but she never had any of it.
So, when she suddenly felt a presence in the seat next to her, she assumed it was him. “Look, Po- Oh!” Seeing him up close after so long startled her, “Se-nape. What do you want?” She asked precisely.
“Lily,” He stared her directly in the eye. Lily could feel James’ fury from behind them. “Please, I just want to talk to you.”
“I’ve made my thoughts on this perfectly clear, Severus.” She began to pack her things. She could almost feel James’ vice-like grip on the table.
“Lily, please!” he grabbed her hand, and she pulled away immediately, “I’ll do anything!” James was almost growling behind them.
“You’ve certainly done enough already.” She finished packing her things, and brushed past him to leave.
“Lily!” he cried. He grabbed her arm, and she turned around to see him on his knees. “Please, whatever it takes. Just please, talk to me.”
“Fine,” she looked down at him, and then glanced upward toward James, “How’s this,” she raised her voice slightly, to be certain James could hear, though she knew his attention was entirely focused on them, “If Slytherin beats Gryffindor in the Quidditch match this week, I’ll talk to you.”
She turned on her heel, and left the library before he could respond.
In the days preceding the quidditch match, Lily hardly saw and did not speak to James. Lily assumed the reason for their lack of encounters was either he was furious with her for making such a deal, or- if she chose to hope- he was practicing every spare moment to ensure a victory.
The day of the match dawned bright and early. Lily rose with her roommates, and along with them decked themselves out in Gryffindor colors. Normally, Lily would follow the suit of her roommates, cute and girly, though almost less than spirited. However, for this match, Lily showed her house pride in full force. From head to foot, with the exception of her blue jeans and her face, nearly every inch of her was covered in scarlet and gold.
Together, the girls made their way to breakfast. As they walked in, they passed the marauders. She passed a sly, lingering glance over James. It went unnoticed by all but a single lonely soul sitting across the hall. Lily felt his gaze but ignored it.
She sat with her friends, and ate breakfast while chatting with them aimlessly. Midway through their meal, they were interrupted. “OI! EVANS!” she turned to find James, standing in the aisle between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables. The Hall fell silent. “How ‘bout a kiss for good luck today?”
A chuckling arose, and Lily diverted her eyes briefly to the table. When the laughter had subsided, she looked back and smirked at him, “With that ego, Potter? You don’t need luck.”
There was another collective chuckle before James responded, “Quite true, Evans.” He took a seat next to her, backward, leaning on the table, “So how ‘bout one for fun?”
She pretended to think for a moment, “Nope.”
“Ah, come on, Evans! Just one peck,” he pointed to his cheek, “right there, and I’ll score a goal for you.”
Lily put her hand to her chest in mock flattery, “Just for me?” he nodded earnestly. “You know, I think I can live without one.”
He jumped up from the bench. “Suit yourself, Evans.”
Few other quidditch matches rivaled this one in intensity. The quaffle moved from team to team so frequently even the commentator had trouble keeping track of it. The Gryffindor chasers managed to put it through the hoop seven times. Of those seven, James was responsible for four. Their keeper had managed to block most of the goals thrown at her, letting only four past.
After an hour and fifteen minutes, the seekers caught sight of the snitch. A thousand pairs of eyes shifted to the two racing bodies. Lily alone kept her gaze on James. He had possession of the quaffle and was set to score on the other side of the pitch. In horror, Lily watched as a bludger aimed by the Slytherins connected with his arm. He dropped the quaffle, but managed to stay balanced on his broom. Immediately he dived and caught the quaffle in his other hand. Lily cheered, as the rest of the stadium remained staring at the seekers. Reveling in his personal victory, James hovered at twenty-five feet. He stayed there just long enough for another well-aimed bludger to hit his other arm. Lily felt her eyes grow as he fell through the air.
The thud his body made was overpowered by the roars of the Slytherin crowd as their seeker caught the snitch.
AN: Sorry it took so long, guys. My life got way crazy. This chapter was almost done for like a week, but then I didn't have time to finish it. So, I decided to cut it down so I could post it! Originally, it was meant to be a bit longer, but it's okay like this. :) Enjoy it, and please review! (Especially if you find any mistakes in it... I haven't edited it, and as I was posting it, it the cursor did some weird stuff.)
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