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Fall for Me. by dream_BIG
Chapter 1 : Fall for Me.
 
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 this wins the cake for being my favorite <3
 


 

wish i had my own james. poo.


 







 


( ^afterglow @ tda )


 


Fall for Me.


 


Whoever said blokes have the emotional range of a toothpick was clearly high, because I am most definitely a bloke and I am most definitely packed with those bloody emotions right now.


For example, let’s look at the case of my two best friends, shall we? Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, currently known as Dumbshit and Dumbshit Jr. since they are possibly the stupidest males to ever walk this planet.


Which they will soon be off of, since they are going to die, and soon.


Have I mentioned it’ll be painful? Well, it will. Immensely.


Why, do you ask, am I presently so pissed at said two best friends?


Well, it has to do with the current predicament I am finding myself in, one that involves a certain lovely Miss Evans, a small broom closet, and me.


You do the math.


I mean, it doesn’t take a genius to come up with something as stupid as this. Of course I should have realized that dear old Padfoot was up to something when he asked me to check if his wand was in the broom closet for him.


Afraid of spiders, my arse.


The real question is: how could I have been stupid enough to fall for this?


I mean, despite what Evans may tell you (don’t listen to her. Seriously), I’m really not an imbecile. I do well in school. More than well, I do fantastic. That’s right. Fantastic.


And no, my ego is fine, thank you very much. I can give credit to aforementioned Miss Evans for that.


I mean, honestly, who in their right mind is going to reject me? I’m James Potter. Quidditch captain, Head Boy, hilariously funny, and, not to mention, dashingly handsome. I’ve got the whole package, love! You can’t not fall for this.


It doesn’t make sense. Why doesn’t she like me? I mean, I’m clearly perfect for her. Why can’t she bloody see that? I try to be perfect because of her. Everything I am today, everything I’ve ever achieved…it’s all for her. Just for that one smile, that one moment of grudging respect, that one small flash of something other than hate.


Why doesn’t she realize that?


I thought Evans was smart. If she’s smart, she’ll know that we were meant to be. It’s obvious, really. I love her, and (deep down, somewhere), she loves me. What more is there to it?


What do I have to do to make her realize that?


Apparently, a lot, since, after The Incident Which We Will Never Mention During Fifth Year (The IWWWNMDFY for short), I literally had to completely change for Evans. The transformation process went something like this:


James Potter is ugly and stupid. James Potter is ugly and stupid. James Potter is ugly and stupid. James Potter is ugly and stupid. James Potter is ugly and stupid.


That did wonders for my self-esteem, obviously. I must have written that bloody line a million times. A billion, probably. Notebooks and notebooks, just filled with that, just in order to drill the sad truth into my head: I am not as amazing as I thought I was.


The thing is, it actually helped. I realized how much of a self-absorbed arse I was. Lily Evans was completely correct about what she said about me.  


There’s just one drawback: now, every time I see the little minx, that bloody mantra won’t stop repeating itself in my head.


Which is why I try to avoid that particular pain-fest a bit more. That makes it even more painful, though. I need to see Lily Evans. She’s the light in my heart, the apple of my eye, my one true love and all that shit.


In short, I love Lily Evans and not seeing her is painful. So it was this: my ego or my one true love.


There was no contest, really. I chose Lily. I would always choose Lily. I’d choose Lily over my own life.


Why? Because I love her. Simple as that.


And, because of this simple truth, I am also currently singing praises about my two best friends, because, seriously, this is the best thing that they could have done to me.


Now I don’t know whether to kill them or to hug them. Right after I get out of here, that is.


It all depends on the outcome, really.


“I swear I’m going to destroy them when we get out of here.”


Insert: feelings of deep lust and, more dominantly, love. Lily Evans.


I smiled in the dark. That’s my girl. Feisty as ever.


“I’ll help you.” I said, leaning my head against the wall behind me and dearly hoping that I said the right thing.


“Oh, don’t lie,” Lily shot back scathingly.


Note to self: Never lie in front of Lily.


“As if you don’t know what they’re up to. As if you didn’t tell them to do this!” She continued in a deeply disgusted voice.


“But I didn’t.” I said, surprised. If I had been the mastermind behind this plan, it would have been much more elaborate, thought out, and carefully planned.


Except this is also working perfectly. So, props to Sirius, I guess.


“Sure you didn’t.” Lily scoffed.


“I didn’t, Lily. Really. I promise.” I said earnestly.


Her angry demeanor faltered a bit. “…are you serious?”


RESIST THE TEMPTATION, JAMES. RESIST – ARGGH!


“No, Lily, I’m James, remember? James Potter? I can’t believe that, after six years, you still don’t know who I am.”


I seriously need to invest in one of those devices that filters all the stupid crap floating around in my brain before it comes straight out my mouth.


Lily let out a growl of frustration, and I gulped in the darkness. Fuck. She growled. Do you know how much of a turn-on that is?! “That was never funny.” She said through gritted teeth.


“Au contraire, Madamoiselle. It’s classic.”


Where’d the French come from, you may ask? Well, I have no bloody idea. I speak French. It likes to make appearances sometimes.


There was a short silence, while Lily seethed and I mentally berated myself for acting like a total prick, again.


She brings it out in me. I swear I’m normally not as tactless as this.


“You’re really irritating, you know that?” She finally said. I winced as the words cut into my heart.


“Yeah, I know.” I sighed morosely, inching a little bit farther away from her so she wouldn’t be able to read the hurt in my voice.


James Potter is ugly and stupid. James Potter is ugly and stupid. James Potter is ugly and stupid. James Potter is ugly and stupid. James Potter is ugly and stupid.


Bloody hell.


There was another short silence, during which I stared up at the dark ceiling and dearly hoped that Sirius would let us out soon so that I could go all ninja on his and Remus’ arses for putting me into this situation.


Damn friends. Don’t ever have friends, I tell you. They’re absolutely useless, not to mention annoying as hell.


“I really don’t understand you.” Lily Evans said again in a frustrated voice as she sat down against the wall opposite mine. The air in front of me felt strange and empty, so I sat down as well, my knees pressed up against hers.


Damn, even her knees are alluring. Merlin hates me.


“What do you mean?” I asked her curiously. I’m really not that hard to understand. I mean, hello, I’m a bloke. Blokes only care about three things: Quidditch, girls, and their mothers.


Well, the last one might just be me. I do love my mommy.


“Sometimes I really wonder what must go through your head.” Lily said, scrutinizing me in the dark. I could see her emeralds glittering all the way from here, and I gulped quickly before looking down at my knees.


“It’s really not that much of a mystery, trust me.” I said, inserting a nervous laugh.


“What were you thinking of, then?” I caught a flicker of a grin before her expression was smooth again.


Wait – why is she having a civil conversation with me?


Well, I’m not asking her! It’ll ruin her good mood. You ask her later.


I laughed again. “Erm – my mom.” I shrugged.


She let out a brief laugh as well before catching herself. “Your mom? At a time like this?”


“You have a beautiful laugh.” I blurted without thinking.


Silence. Fuck, she’s going to hit me.


“Forget I said that.” I corrected hastily, dropping my head into my hands and resting it on my knees. “Seriously.”


She sounded surprised. “Why?”


“I’m not supposed to compliment you. It makes you mad.” I dared to look up, and to my surprise, Lily didn’t look even a little angry. In fact, she was smiling.


I nearly fainted. Smiling. At me.


Holy Merlin.


James Potter is ugly and stupid. James Potter is ugly and stupid. James Potter is ugly and stupid. James Potter is ugly and stupid.


Shouldn’t be too bad, though, should he? I mean, Lily Evans is smiling at him.


No. James Potter is ugly and stupid.


“I’m a girl, Potter. Trust me, I love compliments.” She said in an amused voice.


I let a slow, goofy smile spread across my face, glad that no one could see me right now. “Well, then. I take it back; I really did mean it.”


“Thanks.” She said shyly. “No one’s ever told me that before.”


“Well, it’s true. Your laugh really is beautiful. It makes me feel happy.” I shrugged.


It makes me feel happy? What the hell, James?! This is usually the part where Sirius runs around the room screaming ‘POOF ALERT!’ at the top of his lungs like a loony dork.


I don’t know why I’m friends with him.


There was another silence, and I glanced over to see that a shaft of light had fallen across her face and that she was –


Kill me. Right now.


She’s biting her lip. Why would she do such a thing? Does she not understand that she’s in a small closet with a guy who’s head over heels in love with her? Does she not realize what biting her lip does to me?


This girl is going to kill me.


Letting out a slow breath, I leaned my head back against the wall, eyes tightly closed. Dear Merlin, make her stop biting her lip. Please.


“You’ve changed a lot, James.” She finally said, and my head snapped forward, eyes wide.


“What?” I asked.


“I said you’ve changed a lot.” She repeated, sounding a little confused.


“No. After that.” I demanded.


“…James?” She uttered timidly.


James. She called me James.


“You called me James.” I said in a voice hollow with surprise. “My first name. James.”


She blushed; I could feel it in the air. “Well, it’s your name, isn’t it?” She tugged on a piece of her red hair.


Back off, Jimmy. You’re making her uncomfortable.


“I’m sorry.” I blurted. Then I clapped my hand to my face.Why? Why? Must I always speak without thinking first? Must I always make a fool of myself around this girl? Not cool, Merlin. This is not fair, man.


What?” She asked.


Well, the damage is done. No point in backtracking and brushing it off. It only makes the situation worse. Trust me, I know.


“I’m sorry.” I repeated as humbly as I could.


James Potter is ugly and stupid.


 “For what?” She continued in her surprised voice. My head snapped up to meet her gaze again.


“What do you mean ‘for what’?” I asked blankly. “What shouldn’t I be apologizing for? Let’s start at the very beginning.” I laughed harshly. I’m a fucking imbecile. “I’m sorry for tripping you during first year. I’m sorry for cutting your hair off during second. I’m sorry for pushing you in the lake in third year. I’m sorry for ruining your first date. I’m sorry for cursing your best friend. I’m sorry for hexing your hair bright pink during fourth year. I’m sorry for that whole…thing during fifth. I’m sorry for making you cry at the end of last year. I’m sorry for anything I might have done this year. I’m sorry for being stupid.”


James Potter is ugly and stupid.


She seemed to be at a loss for words.


“I’m just… sorry.” I finished lamely. “For everything. I’m sorry for liking the way your hair shines in the sun, I’m sorry for watching you bite your lip while you read, I’m sorry for enjoying the way your say my name, I’m sorry for loving your personality, your face, your voice…you. I’m sorry for loving you. I just…don’t know how to stop.”


James Potter is ugly and stupid.


I’ve never apologized to anyone other than my best mates before. But you know what? This feels good. I feel like something’s been lifted off my chest.


“Don’t.” She said in a small voice.


I closed my eyes again, suddenly exhausted. “I’ll try not to, Lily. Anything for you. I’m sorry if it makes you upset.”


Of course it would make her upset. She hates me.


James Potter is ugly and stupid.


“Don’t stop.” She whispered. My eyes flicked open as I stared at her. She was flushed, her green eyes bright.


“Don’t stop?” I repeated, sitting up and leaning forward so that I could see her face in the dark. “Don’t stop what?”


She lowered her eyes. “Don’t stop loving me, James.”


My heart just about exploded because it was beating so hard in my chest. I was sure that she could hear it; my pulse seemed to reverberate throughout the small space.


Don’t stop loving me, James.


I licked my suddenly dry lips. “I don’t think I could, to be honest.” I said in a hoarse voice.


Her eyes flickered up, deep pools of endless emerald. “That’s good, then.” She whispered back.


We sat in silence for a bit, the air in between us filled with unspoken words and electrifying feelings.


There’s that word again. Feelings. Merlin, I hate talking about my feelings.


Anything for Lily, though. Anything for Lily.


I gulped down the words that were rising to the surface of my mouth, took a deep breath, and carefully lifted my hand to softly touch her cheek. I’ve always wanted to know what it feels like. It looks milky and soft, but it feels like silk.


I’m touching Lily Evans’ face and she’s not doing anything about it.


James Potter is ugly and stupid?


“You’ve really changed, James.” She murmured again, not moving her face away. I brushed her cheek again, feeling the silk underneath my fingers.


I wonder if all of her skin is just as soft.


I like soft skin, I have decided.


“I tried to.” I responded.


“Well, you succeeded.” The corner of her mouth lifted up, and I had the strong, sudden urge to kiss the other corner, just so that would lift up as well and she could smile at me.


She looks like an angel when she smiles.


God, she’s beautiful.


“Thanks for noticing.” I smiled at her – yes, genuinely smiled, and no, you can’t tell anyone. I’ve got a reputation to uphold! – and the other corner of her mouth lifted slightly.


I made her smile. I made Lily Evans smile.


James Potter is ugly and stupid? I don’t think so anymore. He did make Lily Evans smile, you know.


“How could I not?” She asked, letting out a little laugh. “When I walked into the library and I saw you tutoring those first years, I nearly had a heart failure.”


I froze. “You saw that?”


“You were sitting in the library. I practically live there, remember?” She asked, amused.


“No one was supposed to see that!” I said, horrified. “That’s why we were sitting in a little corner.”


“Why wasn’t anyone supposed to see that?” She tilted her head, and the motion pressed her cheek harder into my hand. I pulled away hastily, fighting against a blush.


James Potter doesn’t blush. James Potter is manly. Blushing is not manly.


“I do have a reputation to uphold, you know.” I told her. “No one’s supposed to know that us Marauders are actually softies.”


She threw her head back and laughed. Like, genuinely laughed. It was free and light and possibly the best sound I have ever heard in my entire life.


I made her laugh.


James Potter is NOT ugly and stupid. He made Lily Evans laugh!


“Well, I think that’s sweet.” She smiled.


“You do?” I couldn’t believe it.


“I do.”


Now all I need is to get her to say those exact words in front of a priest, and we’ll be officially married!


One step at a time, Prongs. Let’s take this one step at a time.


“Oh. That’s all that matters, really.” I said in a still-shocked voice.


“You don’t care what other people think about you?” She asked, cocking her head to the side again.


“Not really. I only care about what you think.” I moved my eyes to her face. “Everyone else doesn’t matter to me. Well, except for Sirius and Remus and Peter. But they’re my mates; they’ll like me no matter what I do.”


She looked surprised. “I thought that’s all you cared about. Since you’re so popular, I figured you’d worry more about what people thought of you.”


I let out a surprised bark of laughter highly reminiscent of Sirius. “I don’t care what people think about me, Lily. If they want to like me, it should be because of who I am, not because of someone I pretend to be, you know?”


“You’re pretending to be someone else right now.” She pointed out, her eyes suddenly wary and flat. “You completely changed.”


“Just around you, actually.” I shrugged. “I’m actually normally like this, anyway. Just…whenever you got within a ten-foot radius of me, all my personality would fly straight out the nearest window and I would turn into a moron.”


“You weren’t even a little arrogant before?” She asked in a skeptical tone.


“Okay…maybe a little.” I amended. “But not as much as you thought. I was just a bit overly confident.”


“See? You have changed. You are pretending to be someone else.” She insisted.


Why is she so keen on making me seem like a faker?


“Everyone changes, Lily.” I said reasonably. “I’m still me. Still James Potter. Minus the inflated ego.”


Her jaw locked slightly. Jeez, what is with her all of a sudden? I thought I was making such good progress, too.


James Potter is (still) ugly and stupid, it seems.


“I changed my mind.” She said abruptly, leaning as far away from me as space would allow. “I do want you to stop loving me.”


Pain spread through me, numbing and sharp at the same time.


That hurt more than it should have. Why? This is the worst kind of rejection she could ever give me.


I’d like the screaming back, actually. That was better than fucking this.


“What did I say wrong?” I asked anxiously. “Did I do something? Why?”


James Potter is ugly and stupid. James Potter is ugly and stupid. James Potter is ugly and stupid.


“This is all an act.” She said, her voice low and angry. “I should have realized. You’re not even you. You’re acting like someone you’re not, just for…for…I don’t even know what for!”


In that moment, I wanted to grab her shoulders and shake her until she saw sense. I wanted to scream, to yell, “Why can’t you see? I’m in love with you!” I wanted to shout that for the world to hear, just so that she would understand that this…this is real.


Why can’t she understand that?


“Has it ever crossed your mind that maybe it was for you?” I asked, my voice just as low and angry. “That I got tired of you rejecting me all the time, and I couldn’t put myself through the pain of not loving you anymore, so I changed myself, just one part of my personality, for you. Everything has always been for you! Everything I’ve ever achieved, it’s all for you. Just so that you can notice me for once, just so that you can realize that I’m not who you think I am. Why don’t you see that, Lily? Why don’t you see me?”


She looked speechless.


Letting out a frustrated noise, I fisted my hair on my head. “I just don’t know what to do anymore.” I said hopelessly, an edge of irritation still clear in my voice. “I’ve done everything I could just for that one moment where you can look at me and maybe have something other than hate filling your mind. But you just don’t understand.”


I looked at her again, at her blank face, and the empty feeling flooded through me again. I have to make her understand. This is my last chance. If she doesn’t see it now…I don’t know what to do. I might have to give up.


I’ve never given up on anything before. I’m not giving her up without a fight.


“You’ve never taken me seriously, even for second.” I said. “Did you ever think that when I told you that you were beautiful, I wasn’t kidding? That when I tell you that I love you, I genuinely mean it, and when you reject me again, just like you’ve always done, that it actually hurts? Has it ever occurred to you that I’m also a human being, someone with feelings and…and…dreams and whatever the hell humans are supposed to have?”


“I –” She said. I waited for her to continue, but the words seemed stuck in her throat. I. That’s all she says. I pour my bloody heart out to her, and all she has to say is fucking ‘I’?! That’s not even a sentence, for crying out loud!


“I love you!” I yelled, springing to my feet, too agitated to sit there and watch her gape at me. “I’m in love with you! Why don’t you see that? Why don’t you understand that? What do I have to do to make you realize it, Lily? Huh? Tell me! What should I do? What more do I have to do?”


She looked up at me, her eyes still wide and surprised. “Just one thing.” She whispered.


I threw my hands up, accidentally hitting the ceiling but too frustrated to notice the jab of pain through my fingers. “I’ll do a hundred things for you. Just name it.”


She took a deep breath and got unsteadily to her feet. Then, taking another deep breath, she looked up at me through her lashes, suddenly shy. “Kiss me.” She breathed.


My eyes widened, but I didn’t need telling twice. Without a second’s hesitation, I reached out and pulled her to me, my arm going right around her back. She crashed into me with a startled squeak, and that’s when I realized that she was scared. Of me.


I cupped my hand around her silk cheek, pulling her gaze into my eyes, my other arm still tight around her waist. She was so fragile, her slim body fitting neatly into mine, breakable at even the slightest touch. I loosened the arm slightly.


“Don’t be afraid.” I murmured, looking right at her eyes. Even in the dark, they seemed to glow with evergreen light. “I promise I’ll never hurt you.”


I’ll die before I let anything hurt her.


She closed her eyes, so I leaned forward to softly brush her mouth with my own.


The world exploded. Fireworks seemed to spark behind my eyelids, my stomach felt as though it was flying, and the only thing that was real in this world was Lily, the smell of Lily’s hair, and the feel of her lips, pressed softly against mine.


Softly. Too tame. Lily Evans is fiery. James Potter is hot. That’s what makes us so…explosive.


Too tame. I’ll be careful. I just need more.


Slowly stepping forward, I pressed her against the wall, my mouth still glued firmly to hers. She seemed to melt a little, and her hands, which had been hanging limply at her side, pressed themselves against my stomach. I pulled her closer, wanting to hold her before she pushed me away, but instead of pushing outwards, her hands moved up, tracing a path across my stomach, over my heart, and into my hair. Her fingers worked their way through the strands, and for a moment, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.


I need to be careful, but Lily’s hands are fisting up in my hair, pulling me closer, and I don’t know how much longer I can be careful with her.


Her mouth moved faster against mine, but I kept kissing her gently, not wanting to hurt her. She’s scared that I’ll hurt her. I would never hurt her. I’ll die before I hurt her. I’ll kill anyone who hurts her.


I love her.


With an irritated growl, Lily suddenly pushed away from me, her hands still in my hair. “James Potter.” She said in an angry, low voice. “I am not asking you to kiss me gently. Do it properly.”


“I don’t want to hurt you.” I said, kissing her softly on the mouth one more time before starting to pull away.


“Don’t even think about it.” She hissed, pulling me back. “Kiss me. Properly.”


“Lily –”


“James. Please.” Her green eyes, wide an innocent, pleaded with me.


I groaned and dropped my head back down. “You’re horrible.”


“You’re a bad kisser.” She shot back.


I leaned back, mouth agape. “I am not!” I said indignantly. “I happen to be a very good kisser, thank you very much.”


“Then show me. Prove it.” Her green eyes glinted in the dark, and I groaned again.


“You’ll kill me one day, Evans.”


“I will if you don’t kiss me right now, Potter.”


So I did, dropping my head down and pressing my lips firmly to hers again. I’ll show you ‘bad kisser’, Lily Evans. I’m a great kisser. I’ll take your sodding breath away.


No one gets away with insulting James Potter. You want a good kiss, Evans? Well, here you go.


Lily took a deep, satisfied breath through her nose as I shoved her back against the wall, using my clutch on her hips to lift her slightly and pull my body against hers, holding her up. Immediately, she wrapped her legs around my waist – fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck – and one of my hands, as if on its own accord, started running up and down her thigh, tracing patterns, circles, love letters onto the soft skin underneath her skirt.


I love soft skin. I love Lily Evans’ soft skin.


My other hand left her waist and started slowly moving up. Her skin seemed to burn through the thin fabric of her school shirt, and I wanted nothing more than to pull it off, and – Let’s not even go into that right now.


By this time, we weren’t just kissing; we were full on snogging like there was no tomorrow, the taste of her tongue branded into my mouth. She tasted like apples, sharp and sweet and completely tantalizing. If they made a juice flavor out of Lily Evans’ spit, I would drink that all day.


That sounded really creepy.


But I digress. Let’s get back to snogging, shall we?


I ran my tongue along the inside of her mouth again, making a circuit from her tongue to the other side of her teeth, over the insides of her lips and along the slippery skin of her cheek, tasting her over and over again. A low, odd hum erupted from the back of her throat, and she tugged on my hair slightly – she’s running out of breath.


That didn’t stop me. Hasn’t anyone ever told you that boys, when snogging, never have to come up for air? We just keep going. Call it a masculine talent, if you will.


She gasped in a deep breath as soon as I left her mouth, running my lips down the side of her jaw and under the bone to her neck. Her breathing was ragged, sharp gasps issuing every now and then as my hand touched another sensitive part on her torso. I kissed the underside of her neck – her fingers ran through my hair over and over again – as I moved my hand from her chest back to her waist, slipping up her shirt to the soft skin at her back. My other hand was still at her thigh, running up and down, occasionally moving down to her shins and up to her hip bone.


I could spend the rest of my life touching Lily Evans’ skin. It’s that soft. Yes, really. I sucked at her neck again, and she moaned, her hands leaving my hair to the bottom of my shirt. She tugged, and I leaned back slightly to pull it off, wad it up, and throw it over my shoulder, going right back to her neck. She ran her fingers along the lines of my muscles, tracing up my stomach and over my chest.


“I think I love Quidditch.” She sighed as she continued running her hands up and down. I smirked against her collarbone.


James Potter is hot and Lily Evans is enjoying his snogging.


She threaded one hand through my hair again, pulling my face back to hers. I knew that this was going to end soon; as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t snog Lily forever. She’d come to her senses sooner or later, and all I would have to sustain me through the rest of my life would be this kiss.


This kiss, which had been completely induced by hormones. I need her to understand that I don’t just lust after her; I love her, too. More than anything else.


Leaving the skin at her thigh and back, I caught her face between my hands and held her inches away, holding her gaze with my eyes and hoping that she could read the emotions running across them. I was pressed so tightly against her that I didn’t even have to support her. Her legs were vice-like around my body, her hands flat against my chest.


“What?” She finally whispered, looking up at me. I smiled and leaned down to gently brush my mouth against hers, pulling up after a moment.


“I love you.” I murmured. She opened her mouth to say something (probably tell me off or something), but I cut her off with another deep kiss.


This one was more serious, intense, something building up behind it. It was searing, breathtaking, absolutely mind blowing. It was so full of raw emotions, emotions that seemed to run from my brain straight to my mouth and onto hers.


Out of the whole snogging session, I knew I would remember this kiss the most, simply because it said everything that I couldn’t put into words:


I love you. I want you. I need you to love me back. I don’t know what I could do without you. I would give up the world just to see you smile. I don’t need anything else, Lily, as long as you’re with me. You mean the world to me. I love you. I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU!


I pulled away from her suddenly as a shriek of surprise and disgust sounded around the small cupboard, and we both blinked against the sudden light that streamed in.


“I’ve just been scarred for life!” The shrieker cried in a desolate voice, adding a couple of retching sounds.


“Padfoot, will you grow up?” A second, exasperated voice said. “Honestly, they were just snogging, it’s not like we walked in on them shagging or some – holy Merlin, Evans, fix your skirt!”


Realizing that her hands were still in my hair, I quickly reached down and tugged her skirt back to her knees, also fixing her shirt in the process. I could feel the extra heat radiating off her body and I knew that she was blushing.


“My best mate, Moony! My best mate! I just watched my best mate snog someone against a wall! I just watched someone groping my best mate! I’ll never be the same again.” He moaned.


Sirius. And Remus.


Of course. I would have realized earlier, but my brain was completely fried from kissing Lily, and the only coherent thoughts I could come up with were:


Ice cream = yummy. Quidditch = fun. Evans = pretty.


This is my brain: O


This is my brain after snogging Lily: ∙


It’s very sad.


“So.”


With a start, I realized that both Sirius and Remus were standing in front me, arms crossed and identical smirks covering their faces.


I taught them that smirk. Arses.


I looked at Lily. Lily looked at me. Almost at the same time, evil smiles spread across our faces. We both turned back to Remus and Sirius, who suddenly looked slightly wary.


That’s right, boys. Be afraid.


A second later, both Sirius and Remus were staggering back, clutching their faces and howling in pain.


“Nice left hook.” I told Lily appreciatively. She was shaking out her left hand after smashing it right onto Remus’ face.


She grinned. “Nice right hook.”


I shrugged and discreetly rubbed my knuckles, which were only smarting a little. This was surprising since I just punched Sirius, who’s got a face of concrete.


“Merlin, Evans, you didn’t have to get so feisty.” Remus was muttering, trying to hide the bruise forming on his cheek. “I mean, I know you’re doing it for James, he gets totally turned on by it, but honestly –”


“What was that for?” Sirius demanded, still clutching his face.


That, Padfoot, old buddy, old pal, was for locking us in a fucking broom closet.” I informed him. He shot me the bird, and I rolled my eyes.


That’s Sirius’ favorite finger. He enjoys sticking it up a whole lot. A person gets used to it after a while. It’s not even insulting, at this point.


Lily was smiling as she waved her wand over my boys, restoring them back to their condition pre-punch.


Both Sirius and Remus lowered their hands, looking decidedly shocked.


“What was that for?” Remus asked.


That,” Lily smiled. “Was for getting me and James together.”


…hold on. Did she just…


Holy crap.


My mouth dropped open, and Remus and Sirius’ eyes turned to me, wide and questioning.


“We’re – you – me – together?” I managed, looking at Lily.


“Erm…” She said uncertainly, “I don’t exactly understand your barely coherent sentence, James, I’m sorry.”


“You’re saying yes?” I asked tentatively, finally recovering my knowledge of the English language, and, more importantly, how to speak it.


A slow smile spread across her face, along with a light tinge of pink. “I’m saying yes.”


“Really?” I could barely believe it.


“Really.” She confirmed, her eyes twinkling at me. “I don’t know who wouldn’t, after the things you said to me in there.”


Sirius’ eyebrows were shooting upwards and a slow smirk was unfurling over his face. “Whoa, Prongs, what –”


“Not like that, Sirius.” Lily said exasperatedly. “Honestly, would it kill you to get your head out of the gutter for a second?”


His eyebrows furrowed. “But – I mean, last time I checked, it wasn’t exactly considered vulgar to tell someone, ‘I love you’. Did someone suddenly change these rules and I wasn’t informed or something? Shit, man, I told James’ mom that I loved her! I really hope she doesn’t take that the wrong way, I meant it with perfectly pure intentions, I swear!”


Lily was laughing at this point. “You guys never fail to surprise me.”


“Wait.” I finally piped up, my mind still blank. “You’re seriously saying yes?”


Lily turned to me, her eyes still bright with laughter. “Yes, James, I’m seriously saying yes.”


She’s saying yes. She’s saying yes.


Holy Merlin, Lily Evans said yes to me. Lily Evans is my girlfriend.


Would you look at that? I guess James Potter isn’t as ugly and stupid as he thought he was.


“I’m so in love, you’re the only one I’m dreaming of,


You see, I can be myself and finally, in fact there’s nothing I can’t be,


I want the world to see you be with me.”


-Hey, Soul Sister by Train







EDIT10.27.10 : Catch Me. Written in Lily's POV. should be coming out...hopefully soon?

you know how i love those reviews :) thanks for reading!
btw, this:

"This is my brain: O
This is my brain after snogging Lily: ∙
It’s very sad."



got its inspiration from Maximum Ride by James Patterson. genuis, i tell you :)


 




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