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Late Nights by ohmymerlin
Chapter 3 : Seventh Year: 1977
 
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“Hey, Evans,” a low voice said from behind, his breath tickling her ear.

She shivered and smiled coyly. “Hey, Potter.” She felt his lips press against her neck. She stretched her neck so he could access it easier. He grinned and mumbled something. “I didn’t hear that,” Lily breathed, her hand clenching around the quill.

He brushed a piece of hair from her neck and said in a loud whisper, “Madam Legere is glaring at us.” Lily cast a glance to the old librarian, who was indeed glaring at them. “Should we go?” he murmured, his hands hugging her small waist.

She groaned. “James, I have to do this essay for Slughorn. It’s due tomorrow and because of your ability to make me procrastinate, I’m doing it last minute. I’ll be up soon,” she promised. He pouted but she pulled away from him, trying to concentrate on her assignment.

He sighed and pulled up the seat on her right. “I’ll help you,” he offered, looking at her essay. She snorted and he pretended to be offended. “What? You think I can’t help you?” he asked.

Lily leant forward and planted a quick kiss on his lips. “No, dear. You’re too distracting and you hate Potions.” She pulled back, grinning cheekily. They heard a loud cough from the opposite side of the library but they both ignored it, being too wrapped up in each other.

He placed his arm on the back of her chair, leaning forward. Lily grinned and bit her lip, looking at his greedily. He winked. “You want to be distracted, Evans.” She felt her stomach jump at the sound of his voice and he smirked. “You don’t want to do your Potions, do you?” She shook her head a fraction and he laughed loudly, making her jump. He leant backwards. “Well, tough. Do your work. I’ll sit here and help you.”

Lily scowled. “That’s just mean, Potter.” He gave her a chaste kiss before leaning back again. “James,” she whined, “I don’t want to do this.”

He smiled at her and she looked at him pleadingly. “Lily, if you do this, then you can do—”

“Excuse me,” a shrill voice interrupted James’ bribe. “Are you two going to work or just canoodle here? The library is a place of work! Not for you two to do your business!” Madam Legere placed her hands on her hips, scowling at the couple.

Lily blushed, her whole face blooming a bright red. “I-I’m so sorry, Ma’am.” She fiddled with the ends of her hair nervously. “Um, we’ll stop ‘canoodling.’” James snorted loudly, trying to maintain a straight face but Lily’s swift kick in the shin made him quiet.

Madam Legere narrowed her eyes at the two of them. “If I see you two doing this again, you will be banned from the library!” Lily’s eyes went wide but before she could protest, the stuffy librarian trotted away to yell at a pair of second years making paper planes.

Lily turned to James, looking very annoyed. “James, please just leave so I can get this bloody essay done.” She huffed and picked up her quill, dipping it in the ink and hovering it over her parchment with only three words on it; the title and her name.

James chuckled. “Lily, you and I both know as soon as I leave you’ll close the inkwell up, put your quill down and either fall asleep or stare off into space.” Lily scowled, obviously frustrated that he knew her so well. He put his arm back around her chair and said softly, “Okay, so where do you need to start?”

She sighed and told him the first thing she thought of. He looked at her and motioned to her quill. She wrote it down and together they did her assignment. She placed her hand on his knee as she wrote and every so often he pressed kisses to the side of her head.

She had finally gotten halfway through her essay when they heard Madam Legere screech, “Library’s closing!”

Lily groaned and said, “I don’t want to go to the Common Room, there’s all screaming little firsties.” She grimaced and James laughed, packing her belongings into her bag—carefully of course, she’d maim him otherwise.

“Come on, we’ll go to the Head’s Office,” he said, standing up and grabbing her bag. Lily knew better than to argue, he liked carrying her stuff. She stood up and straightened her skirt, picking up her half-finished essay and quill.

“Is that where you do your homework?” Lily asked curiously. “I’d always wondered where you got off to.” He nodded and she said in surprise, “That’s actually really clever, James.”

He laughed. “Thanks, Lily.” She grabbed his hand and pulled it towards her, giving him an apologetic grin.

She said softly, “I didn’t mean it like that.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close, giggling at the way he hummed appreciatively. She twirled her fingers in his perpetually messy hair and looked him in the eyes.

Hazel stared at the green attentively. “Lily?” he said huskily. She hummed. “We need to go, I can hear footsteps.”

She huffed and pulled away, pouting. “You aren’t any fun.” He laughed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. He reached for her hand again but she recoiled, holding it against herself.

James rolled his eyes. “Lily, you need to do this assignment. You’d be the exact same if it was me in this position,” he pointed out. Lily sighed, knowing he was right. She finally agreed and together, they made their way to the Head’s Office. He held her hand loosely the entire time and Lily felt herself grinning like a fool; a year ago she would have chastised herself for being so silly. Now, she couldn’t care less.

They arrived at the Head’s Office and Lily sat down on the desk and glared at her parchment. “You know what, James? Slughorn loves me, he won’t—”

James rolled his eyes. “Lily, just do it. You’ve nearly finished!” She scowled and started to scratch her quill against the rough parchment.

James pulled up a chair and sat next to her, helping her as much as he could. Lily Evans was very smart, in many ways, but she also found many ways to procrastinate. She struggled just sitting down and doing a task, as her mind often drifted elsewhere.

James knew this, and had made a pact to himself not to impact her ‘studies’. Mainly because if she did fail, she’d probably lock herself in her room and not come out. James was rather fond of her.

He rested his head against the desk and watched her quill scrawl words he didn’t know. Whenever she stopped writing for more than thirty seconds, James helped her get back on track. Lily had nearly finished but then she ended up being stuck on one sentence. She started to ask James, “What’s another word for—” She broke off when she saw him sleeping on the desk, his mouth lolling open.

She covered her mouth with her hand to stop her from laughing. She plucked his glasses off as they were digging into the side of his face, and she could just see them snapping and cutting him. She ran a hand through his hair and he shifted in his sleep, and she nearly melted.

James looked so much younger when he was asleep, she thought. He reminded her of a tiny lamb, but if she let him know that he’d scowl and try to assert his manliness.

She bit her lip, grinning and went back to work. He was sweet enough to help her with her work. She did the same with him, of course, but he did it for the subjects he hated and dropped as well. When she finally finished the essay, she looked at the watch on his wrist. She scowled; it was one of those strange wizard ones. She’d never gotten the hang of understanding them.

She tapped James softly, whispering, “James, wake up.” He groaned and buried his head in his arms, covering his watch up. Lily sighed and poked him gently. “James,” she said, louder this time.

He grunted and tilted his head to peer blearily at her. He squinted and said in a hoarse voice, “Lily?”

She laughed and handed him back his glasses. “James, we have to go to bed. Come on, I’ll help you.” He rubbed his eyes and put his round glasses back on. He mumbled something incomprehensible. Lily leant forward and said, “What was that?”

He yawned. “I said, ‘Did you finish your essay?’” He rubbed his face and then ran a hand through his hair, yawning again.

“Yeah, I did. Thank you,” she said. He smiled at her and she hitched her bag up on her shoulders. “Come on, then. Let’s get you to bed.”

“If I wasn’t so tired, I’d make a joke about that,” James mumbled, getting to his feet clumsily. Lily rolled her eyes and put an arm around his waist. James then looked at his watch and swore loudly. “It’s 3 in the morning!” he said in response to Lily’s look.

She clapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh my! James, I’m so sorry for making you stay up with me!” He waved it off, protesting that it wasn’t a bad thing.

Lily still looked guilty by the time they reached the Gryffindor tower. James wearily mumbled the password and the Fat Lady squawked indignantly. “What are you two doing up?! A woman has to sleep you know!”

Lily sighed, “You’re a portrait.” At that, the Fat Lady made another annoyed noise but the two climbed through the hole without another word. Lily gave James a hug and said, “Goodnight.”

He rested his head on hers and said, “Come and sleep in my bed.” He looked extremely hopeful and Lily didn’t really want to go up in her dorm, mostly because she knew Mary would hound her the next morning. Logically, she knew it would be a lot worse if she didn’t go up to the dorm but it was three in the morning and Lily lacked logic at three in the morning.

She shrugged and accepted his offer and he practically bounced up the stairs—his tiredness practically forgotten. She tried not to laugh so she wouldn’t wake anyone else up. They slowly tiptoed in the room and James threw her a baggy t-shirt and boxer shorts. He closed the curtain around them so she could get changed without worrying if Sirius was secretly awake and waiting to look at her in her underwear.

“Oi!” a whispered voice said. James rolled his eyes, knowing it was Sirius. Lily just giggled and pulled the large shirt over her head. “What are you two doing?” he asked. Even though they weren’t able to see him, they knew he was waggling his eyebrows up and down.

Lily threw open the curtains and wrinkled her nose at him. “Nothing, actually. I just wanted to sleep.” As James was behind her, she didn’t see his disappointed look, but Sirius did.

“Well, I think Prongs here had a different idea,” he said, winking at James. James raised his hands up in innocence but Lily just rolled her eyes.

“Of course he did, he’s a 17 year old boy.” Sirius laughed and James poked her, disgruntled. She pressed a kiss to his cheek and a small smile tugged at his face. “Anyway, I’m going to sleep. Feel free to keep chatting, but I’m exhausted. From my essay,” she added in response to Sirius’ cheeky look.

“Sure,” he said, dragging out the ‘e’. Lily just rolled her eyes and hopped into James’ bed, curling up. “Night, then.”

“Night,” she yawned. “If you guys are going to talk, just make sure you keep quiet. Remus will kill you and I will hold you down.” She closed her eyes, grinning.

The two friends laughed and then James said goodnight to Sirius and closed his curtains. Sirius made one last dirty joke and also closed his curtains. James got into the other side of the bed, wrapping his arms around Lily, who was unusually warm.

As soon as his arms were around her, she turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I never really got to thank you for helping me with the essay,” she breathed, kissing him softly.

He smirked and tightened his grip on her. He hummed appreciatively and she kissed him again, playing with the ends of his hair. She rolled on top of him and pressed herself closer to him. “I love you,” she murmured against his lips.

He froze. She broke away from him and had a look of confusion mixed with hurt. He blinked at her and she said in a small voice, “Don’t you love me?”

“I do,” he said honestly. “I—I love you.” Lily grinned and hugged him again. “What shocked me was that you said it now.”

“What’s wrong with now?” she asked confusedly. She ran her hands through his hair, her fingers getting caught in the knots.

He shrugged. “I don’t know… Don’t girls usually want a massive romantic-y thing? Y’know the big shebang? Not at three in the morning when you’re on top of me?”

Lily rolled her eyes. “No. That’s for a proposal—not that you should be proposing to me. We’ve only been dating for three months.”

James laughed and she shook from it. “I got that, don’t worry.” Lily grinned and he brushed his fingers through her long red hair. “Imagine if 12 year old me could see us right now.”

Lily laughed. “Imagine if my 12 year old self could see us right now. I think they’d both have a heart attack, but for different reasons.” James laughed and flipped them over so he was hovering over her.

“I’m wide awake now,” he remarked. Lily laughed and gave him a kiss.

“Me too. I think we both have insomnia.” James crinkled his eyebrows and Lily clarified, “Insomnia is when you can’t sleep.” She brought him closer towards her.

“Ah,” he said in understanding. “We could make use of that?” he suggested, grinning cheekily.

Lily licked her lips. “We could, actually.” She leant close to him and nudged his nose with hers. He lowered himself to get closer to her but then she quickly rolled out from underneath him, smirking. He fell to the bed, and while fixing his glasses, he stared at her reproachfully.

“Why’d you do that for?” He pouted at her. His hair was sticking up at odd angles and Lily tried patting it down to no avail.

She threw her head back and silently laughed. “You said we should make use of the extra time we have, right?”

James looked confused. “Yes and I was implying—”

“I know what you were implying,” Lily cut him off impatiently. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and said, “But I think we should use the time to study.” She giggled at the expression of his face.

James groaned and rolled onto his back. He plucked his glasses off and put them on the bedside table next to him. “If you’re going to study, I’m going to sleep then.” He closed his eyes and put his arms behind his head.

Lily straddled him again. “Aw, James. Don’t be like that; I know you won’t be able to sleep anyway.” He peered at her; his eyes squinted because he couldn’t see.

Lily rolled her eyes and put his glasses back on his face. He huffed. “You’re right; I won’t be able to sleep. So what do you want to study? Me?” He winked at her.

She grinned but before she said anything, their curtains ripped open. Lily jumped and James groaned because she kneed him in a sensitive spot. Sirius didn’t notice but just had a look of fury on his face. “Okay. You have been whispering, which is nice because you’re trying to be quiet but it ISN’T WORKING!” He shouted the last part.

“Shh!” Lily hushed him. “You’ll wake the others up!”

He growled, “I don’t care. Just shut up, please, it’s four in the fucking morning.”

James winced, still in pain. “Sorry, mate.” Lily looked at the both of them apologetically.

“I’m sorry to both of you,” she said earnestly. “I didn’t mean it, I swear!” Sirius just ruffled Lily’s hair and punched James in the shoulder before flopping down back on his bed, his mouth hanging open.

“Lily?” James asked, his voice higher than normal. She looked at him and he said, “Can you please get off me? You’re kind of hurting me…”

She clambered off him straight away. “I’m so sorry, James. I’ll get you a potion for the pain,” she offered, kissing his cheek.

He scrunched up his face. “It’s in the bathroom.” Lily bounded to the bathroom and found a potion to stop pain. She hoped it was the right one. She needn’t have worried, however because James snatched it out of her hands and drank it greedily.

“Thanks, Lily,” he said, after the potion had finally taken effect.

She replied easily, “No worries.” She quickly kissed him on the lips and when she pulled away, she read the side effects of the potion.

May affect person’s sleep.

“Uh-oh,” Lily said, looking up at James. He had his eyes closed but his glasses were still on.

“What?” he grunted.

Lily rolled her eyes. Her boyfriend really was an ape. “I think this stops you from sleeping.” She showed him the bottle.

James sat up quickly and looked at the bottle. He swore and said, “Should we even bother trying to sleep?” Lily shrugged and he asked, “Do you want to go down to the common room?”

Lily nodded while getting out of James’ bed. They walked out and heard Sirius mutter, “Finally.” James rolled his eyes and Sirius chucked something at them. He picked it up, and blushing furiously he threw it back at Sirius before Lily could see the small foil item.

“What was that?” she asked curiously. He shook his head and she pouted but let it go as they made their way to the common room. James conjured a couple of blankets up and wrapped themselves in them.

“What do you want to do?” Lily asked, her voice sounding strange to her own ears as they’d been whispering for an hour.

James shrugged. “Dunno. Wanna play a game of Gobstones?” he suggested.

Lily grinned and James waved his wand again as a set of Gobstones came flying towards them. They sat themselves down in front of the dwindling fire and started to play. At first they were quite unenthusiastic but as the game progressed, they got more and more excited about it.

“HAHA I win!” Lily shouted, the blanket surrounded her like a pool of water.

James shook his head. “That’s so not fair! You cheated!” he said petulantly.

“Nah-ah!” Lily responded, just as childish. “I win, fair and square!” James harrumphed and then launched himself at her, ticking her.

“Tell me you cheated!” he ordered, his fingers poking into her sides. Lily squealed and tried to get away from him, so he threw his legs over her torso and pinned her to the ground.

“Never!” she gasped, wiggling underneath him. She was twitching as James mercilessly tickled her. Her hair had come out of its ponytail and was nearly as messy as James’ hair.

“Do it and I’ll stop tickling you!” he said, going up under her arms. She twitched violently and tried to tickle him back. “Jokes on you, I’m not ticklish. Now, say it!”

She had tears streaming from her eyes. “James, I’ll pee on you,” she warned, but the threat was lost as she was laughing and came out as small gasps.

He tickled the underside of her foot and as a reflex; she kicked him in the ribs, her legs jerking everywhere. He stopped tickling her and held his side. “Ouch!”

She took a deep breath and massaged her sides. “I would say sorry, but I’m not.” She quickly rolled out from underneath him.

He laughed and said, “Another round?”

Lily looked horrified. “No! I don’t like being tickled!” She started to brush her hair with her fingers, trying to get rid of the knots.

“No, you muppet,” he said affectionately, “Gobstones! Another round of Gobstones?” She grinned and agreed, crawling back to her original spot.

“Ready to get beaten, Potter?” she said cheekily, gathering the marbles up.

“Never, Evans,” he replied, making the first move.


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