I was very much aware of how hysterical I was, but when you're stuck in an abandoned building with James Potter, you can't exactly stay calm and collected.
I shoved my shoulder against the door over and over again, until I was starting to get bruised - instead, I turned slowly around, only to find Potter staring at me with a weird look on his face.
"Potter?" I said carefully, as I watched him swaying. "Potter, are you--"
Suddenly, he toppled right on me, pushing me heavily against the door. I let out a gasp, as I felt the air escape from my lungs due to the sudden weight crashing on me.
"POTTER, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" I shrieked, trying to shove him away. "GET OFF ME, WHAT ARE--"
"Lily..." I heard him moan, before I managed to shove him away from me - and watch his body fall on the floor with a nasty thud.
I remained pressed against the door, not daring to move. Oh my God, I thought. I'm stuck here with a sex maniac!
"P-Potter?" I whispered, feeling the nerves take the better of me.
He remained still on the floor, breathing heavily. His eyes were closed, and I watched him shiver a few times, before I dared to take a step closer.
"Potter?" I said, this time a bit louder. "Potter, are you okay?"
"I'm so c-c-cold," he managed to get out, as another shiver went through him.
I slowly kneeled next to him, carefully feeling his forehead with my hand. I pulled it away at once, as I had felt how hot he was; he was practically burning!
"Oh my God," I whispered, my eyes widening. "You have a fever!"
Potter said nothing, just moaned quietly, his eyes tightly shut. Automatically, I removed my coat, covering Potter with it. I looked around the room, and spotted a pillow on the bed. I hurried over to get it, giving it a reluctant sniff - it smelled as if it had been there for atleast ten years... molding.
But that was the leats of my problem. I tried to help Potter up, but every move he made seemed to hurt - so I had no choice but to leave him on the floor. My hands flitted helplessly over his body, not sure of what to do.
"W-water," Potter murmured, his voice so weak and quiet.
"Water," I confirmed, already getting up. I found an abandoned cup in the corner, quickly cleaning the most of the dust on my shirt, before pulling out my wand. "Aguamenti!"
I filled hte cup with water, before handing it to Potter. I helped him up enough for him to gulp down the water without choking on it. Then, I searched my bag quickly.
I only had a few Muggle painkillers for headache, menstrual pains, and fever. I tore up the package with shaky hands, and holding out to Potter.
"I'm n-not going to take a-any medication t-that i-isn't described b-by my own Healer--" he began stubbornly.
"Shut up and take it, Potter!" I snapped.
I didn't expect him to listen to me, so it surprised me when he obediently let me put the small pill in his mouth, and helping him to more water. He kept his dark eyes on me the whole time, and I suddenly became very much aware of the coldness.
"Aren't y-you cold?" he asked after a moment.
"No," I said shortly. "And anyway, I'm used to cold weather," I added, already looking towards the fireplace.
"The chimney is n-not in a good c-condition," Potter said, as I aimed my wand towards the fireplace. I looked at him with raised eyebrows, and he looked away at once. "Or... something," he ammended lamely.
"Right," I said, chewing on my lip for a moment. I had so many questions in my head; had he been here before? Who had he been here with? Why had he been here? Did he come her often?
I felt like shy little fangirl as he gazed up at me. "Shut up and rest," I shot, looking away.
"I didn't say anything," he muttered, turning his back to me.
I pulled my knees against my chest, wrapping my arms around them. I listened to the rain hit the roof, and the wind blowing. It was freezing cold outside, and it wasn't that much warmer inside, either. And now when Potter had my coat, too.
All useful spells had suddenly vanished from my head - I had never been one to think clearly under pressure. I wondered how I would ever be able to become a Healer, if a simple situation like this made me all hysterical and helpless.
And to my horror, tears of disappointment stung my eyes, slowly rolling down my cheeks.
Potter's shivers slowly calmed down, and eventually disappeared, with time, as it got darker and darker outside. I sighed, rocking myself back and forth to keep myself warm - and awake. I was certain that I would freeze to death if I were to fall asleep. My only consolation was that atleast I wouldn't be charged for getting the Potter golden boy killed, as well.
My eyes got used to the darkness quickly. It reminded me much of those few times in my childhood, when my parents hadn't had enough money to pay for the electricity. They always told me and Pet that we were just playing a new game - it was fun, until both of us were old enough to know what was really going on.
The room was quiet, even the rain outside was coming to an end - only Potter's quiet snoring kept me company. I slowly dared to move from my secure position, placing myself on the floor a safe distance from Potter, curling myself into a small ball. I knew this would help me keep my body warmer than being sprawled on the floor, but I would be lying if I were to say it was comfortable.
The time seemed to stand still, and I couldn't even close my eyes for a second, and take the risk of falling asleep. My thoughts started to be all murky and incoherent, as I carefully inched towards Potter's back in the darkness. My fingers brushed against the familiar material of my coat, and I froze. When his snores continued as before, I dared to place my hands under the coat, letting out a deep sigh at how warm it was.
The last thought was just that; my ice cold hands slowly getting warm, and my mind drifting off in a peaceful lull...
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I woke up, feeling awfully rested and comfortable. I frowned, my eyes squinting against the tiny rays of sunshine seeping in through the badly covered windows. Even if I felt comfortable, I was suddenly aware of the muscle ache, as I carefully stretched out on the floor.
And then I froze; I was half-sprawled on top of Potter, who still sleeping peacefully.
I jerked up, rolling away from him as fast as I could. Potter seemed to snap awake, taking in my mortified expression. He rubbed his eyes sleepily, and gave me a long look. "G'morning," he said, yawning widely.
"W-w-what happened?" I stuttered, looking around wildly.
Potter frowned, rubbing his arm that had only seconds ago been my pillow. "We slept together," he said, and as soon as the words had left his mouth, he grinned widely.
I felt sick to my stomach.
"Eww!" I said, covering my face with my hands. "Eww, eww, eww!"
"Oi!" Potter said, sounding offended. "It's not like something happened!"
I peeked at him through my fingers, meeting his eyes for a second. "Really?"
He sighed. "I wake up in the middle of the night, find a shivering damsel next to me - what was I supposed to do? Let you freeze to death!?" he said, snorting. "It wasn't exactly like you resisted that much..." he couldn't help but add.
I grimaced. "I was unconscious to the world," I grumbled.
"Well, the way your body curved against mine sure wasn't," he said, still grinning.
"Eww!" I said again, feeling so dirty and embarrassed.
I would never live this down.
"Why has no one come to look for us?" I wondered out loud, rubbing my aching shoulder. "No one's missing us? Worrying about us?"
"Well," Potter said as he casually flung his arm around me. I froze, holding my breath. "If by 'no one' you mean 'someone', like the Marauders - well, I wouldn't hold my breath!"
I looked slowly around at him, speechless. "They are your friends!" I cried out, quite unable to believe James Potter to be a heartless twat who would speak ill of his friends behind their back. "How--"
"Easily, Lily," he said, suddenly zooming in on my face - I could count the specks of gold in his hazel eyes. His breath was hot against my face, as he grinned widely - clearly aware of the effect he had on me. "I told them I would be on a date... with you."
"That's ridiculous," I snapped, finally shrugging his arm away. I awkwardly stumbled up, and walked briskly toward the door. "We are getting out of here, no matter--" I said loudly, grabbing a hold of the door knob, and giving it a hard tug, preparing myself to give it a shove - but I never got to the shove; it opened at the tug.
I fell back, and once again Potter caught me - he seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.
Both of us stared at the wide open door, not daring to move a muscle.
"But... but..." I stammered, gaping at the door. "It was locked!"
"Huh," Potter said, helping me stand up straight. "I forgot you were supposed to pull - not push."
I slowly turned to face him, my blood boiling with fury. I had spent the entire night in this hellhole because of his forgetfulness!?
"Aren't we past surnames, Lily?" he cut off, smirking. "You can call me James, if you want."
I stared at him blankly, as his face came nearer and nearer, his lips closing in on me.
Oh. My. God.
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A/N: We went hiking with la familia - which was pretty much like a circus parading aroudn for 5 days! - so I'm well-rested and filled with new inspiration! I hope the rest of you have enjoyed your summer so far, and haven't been stuck in front of the computer 24/7 - if you have, then I hope it's a laptop that you dragged outside with you :D
- Lily xxx