AN: This is the first installment of the sequel to the ‘lily gets flak’ fic, or the breakup fic, which I’ve named and will from now on tag as ‘if we only die once’! And I know I said I’d finish the entire thing before putting it up but it’s Morgan’s birthday (!!!), and here’s a little something to toast to! Go wish her a happy birthday, because she’s the best. I love you, Nessie. Happy birthday. This is for you.
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The crisp rustle of sheets break the silence of the dormitory as Lily rolls to her side, sighs, tucks her hands beneath her cheek, folded as if in prayer. Her eyes traverse the edge of the drawn scarlet curtain, past the swirling dance of dust motes, aimless and free in the morning light. It’s silly, but she finds herself imploring the sun to sink back down the silver horizon. Please. Just until she’s ready for what’s to come.
Breakfast awaits downstairs. The earliest of exchanges manage to slither through the thin slit between the door and the floor; thick and faint from the distance, but the excitement is unmistakeable. Mary is already up and about. Lily should get up too, but that makes all this end faster, and she can’t… she’s just not ready yet.
Summer is crashing upon her. The empty house in Cokeworth, one last trip on the Hogwarts Express, a war breaking.
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. A certain part of her brain is persistent to take over majority of her thoughts. A certain memory. Very recent. She might have even dreamed of it. She tries to block it out, resumes her futile plea on the universe, plays the sunrise backwards in her thoughts—
But his face splatters itself on the back of her lids anyway, torch-lit and flushed, and everything else—his hands, his voice, everything—explodes in glaring colours with the sun, spills warm and gentle onto her palms.
She opens her eyes to a new day. There’s no stopping it.
New day, last day.
And last night, quite possibly, was the last time she’d ever speak with James.
So the wonderful Jayne mentioned that it was her good friend Morgan's birthday, and I wanted to write a fic for her as sort of a joint gift! Here is some silly James and Lily for you, and I hope you've had the happiest of birthdays, Morgan! :)
It’s not until Friday evening, when James approaches Lily, completely covered in a thick and revolting layer of green goop and pleading for her help, that she thinks (not for the first time that day, and certainly not for the last) that he’s a colossal idiot.
Apparently he and his friends are having a prank war, and James is falling behind.
“I’m not too proud that I won’t ask for help,” he says, trying to get the goop out of his hair. It doesn’t work. Globs of it drip from his hands and his clothes to puddle at his feet. She doesn’t know what the substance is—it’s almost too vividly green, unnatural, and it smells like dogwood and cloves and burnt arse—but it’s too strong to handle when he takes a step closer and looks down at her with those puppy eyes of his, a swipe of clean skin at his cheek. “They even took my wand. I’ve been walking back here to shower and I think it’s in my creases, Lily. All of them. Please can you help?”
Thank you nonnie :)
Lily was woken by an insistent tapping on her shoulder, and she rubbed at her eyes as she rolled over.
Then she blinked several times. ‘James?’
He smiled down at her. ‘Hi.’
She sat up and looked around quickly. Definitely her bed. Her dorm. The girls’ dorm. The one that boys couldn’t get into. But there he was, in blue flannel pyjama bottoms and a plain white t-shirt, sitting right next to her on her bed.
‘How in the name of Merlin did you get in here?’
‘Er…the founder’s might have thought they were smart putting that charm on the stairs, but they didn’t know much about teenage boys or they’d have done some repelling charms or something on the windows.’ He gestured sheepishly towards his broom, lying on the end of the bed. ‘It was surprisingly easy to just fly out my window and into yours.’
‘Oh.’ She stared at the broom for a second, then back up at him, eyes narrowing. ‘This better be the first time you’ve ever done that Potter.’
He held up his hands in mock surrender. ‘Wizard’s honour. Never snuck into any girl’s dorm before.’
‘Excellent.’ Lily reached an arm up around his neck. ‘In that case, you can stay.’ She tugged his lips down onto hers - not that it took much persuading - and after only a moment she felt his arms loop around her as he lowered himself onto the bed alongside her.
In the past two weeks I have read about a dozen fics where Lily is ‘prudish’ or ‘stuck up’ or ‘a goody two-shoes’ etc. etc. In the majority of these fics, the plot has been James, and/or the the other three Marauders, trying to break her out of her ‘shell’.
Let me tell you a…
TEDDY LUPIN WITH A TATTOO THAT CHANGES TO REFLECT THE PHASES OF THE MOON
TEDDY LUPIN PUTTING HIS HAND UP VICTOIRE’S SKIRT IN A PUBLIC PLACE JUST TO SEE HOW LONG SHE COULD KEEP A STRAIGHT FACE
TEDDY LUPIN WITH AN UNDERCUT AND PIERCINGS THAT MAKE OLD LADIES ‘TSK’ UNTIL HE SMILES AND THEY CAN’T HELP BUT SMILE BACK
TEDDY LUPIN WEARING A SHABBY SUIT COAT TO ALL FORMAL EVENTS NO MATTER IF HIS GRANDMUM AND HIS GODFAMILY TRY TO GET HIM NICE ROBES BECAUSE ‘IT BELONGED TO DAD’
TEDDY LUPIN BEING THE SWEETEST, MOST MISCHIEVOUS BOY YOU EVER MET, MAKING YOU WANT TO HOLD HIS HAND AND SNOG HIM WHILE RIDING A MOTORBIKE ALL AT ONCE.
"The Third Task," Goblet of Fire
I love Fleur Delacour, okay? See the boy. Want the boy. GET THE BOY. KEEP THE BOY FOREVER AND DON’T CARE IF THE BOY GETS MAULED BY A WEREWOLF.
padfootdidit, I have thought about their ship name a lot, and I like to call them “BLEUR.” Because it tickles me. But this is THE ONLY SENTENCE we have about Fleur and Bill before we find out about their “tutoring” sessions. The lady gets what she wants!
Fleur Delacour, Harry noticed, was eyeing Bill with great interest over her mother’s shoulder. Harry could tell she had no objection whatsoever to long hair or earrings with fangs on them.
i do like jealous!james and jealous!lily but i’m also really drawn to the idea of lily and james being really popular and people getting crushes on them or admiring them all the time but neither of them getting jealous because there’s just no danger at all that they’d leave…
"Oh, [Lily] got a letter just like that and disappeared off to that—that school—and came home every holiday with her pockets full of frog-spawn, turning teacups into rats.” (PS, chapter 4)
"[Petunia] loved their neat square house at number four, Privet Drive. She was secure, now, from…
- luna lovegood has dirty blonde hair (book 5, chapter 10)
- lily potter has dark red hair (book 1, chapter 12)
- neville longbottom has blond hair (JKR interview)
- hermione granger has bushy hair (book 1, chapter 6)
- james potter is tall (book 1, chapter…