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Flustered by GlitteringSnow

Format: Novel
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 2,056
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature

Genres: Drama, Humor, Romance
Characters: Lupin, Sirius, A. Longbottom, Lily, James, Pettigrew
Pairings: James/Lily, Sirius/OC

First Published: 05/06/2013
Last Chapter: 05/08/2013
Last Updated: 05/08/2013


"I would never admit to anyone that I enjoyed the closeness between me and Potter, the warmth he sent through my body, and the fact that maybe I kinda did want to kiss him."

Chapter 1: Chapter One
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Author's Note: Okay so here is my first Harry Potter story. I'm very excited about this and hope everyone who reads it enjoys it as much as I have enjoyed writing it so far. I write whatever plot bunnies come to mind and this one wouldn't leave me alone. Feel free to suggest anything you'd like to see in this story, DM me if you have any questions or queries or anything like that.

Chapter One

Girl's gotta sleep

I couldn't feel my toes. That was the first thought that occurred to me, why was it so cold in here? I was in the Gryffindor common room, the fire was blazing in the fireplace so I really shouldn't have been so cold. I waved my wand at the fire, a tiny ball of flame floated towards me and hovered in the air next to me, the wave of warmth that followed it was greatly welcomed and I sighed as I relaxed further into the sofa. I was drifting off into a light sleep when I heard it, the voice that I'd come to dread.

"Hey Evans." I didn't want to wake up to shout at him, I pretended I didn't hear the voice, but he wouldn't let me do that, he didn't like it when I ignored him. I managed to regain my light sleep when I felt the couch dip as he sat down next to me but I figured if he thought I was asleep he would leave me alone, but this was Potter and nothing I did would ever make him leave, trust me, I've tried.

"Prongs what are-"

"Shhh, she's asleep." Potter hissed to whichever one of his stupid friends that had tried to ask him a question. My breathing had slowed at this point and I was on the brink of unconsciousness, Potter and his friends wouldn't dare do anything to me, even if I was asleep. I did however wonder why he hadn't gone when he saw me asleep, he had to know he couldn't bother me if I wasn't even conscious right? I though briefly about 'waking up' but I knew that as soon as I did he would annoy me.

I heard the rest of the 'Marauders' creep over to where we were sat, when one of them stepped on a creaky bit of floor I pretended to stir, but didn't open my eyes. What were they up to? I could give them detention if they tried anything seeing as I was Head Girl. True, Potter had somehow managed to become Head Boy but that wasn't going to stop me.

"Shh!" Potter hissed. "Don't wake her up, she looks so peaceful." He stated in a dreamy tone, I could feel the sofa cushions droop under his weight as he lent closer to me but I was so sleepy that I couldn't be bothered to move. I barely even felt his hand push some of my hair away from my face, and I barely felt his breath on my face as he lent closer, as close as he ever had to me before.

This was probably great for him, it was at this point when I realised that he was too close to me, this jolted me out of my sleep but I didn't open my eyes. I didn't want to see his face that close to me. I was drifting off again; I could feel it as I slid a bit further down the sofa. Potter hissed to his friends again, he probably thought I was waking up or something but I didn't. I could barely hear them anymore, but I did feel when I was gently pulled down to rest my head on something soft. It was very comfortable and didn't help me wake up at all.

In fact, I was falling into a deep sleep. The last thing I could remember was someone stroking my hair, just like my mother used to when she was alive, the thought made me sad but I wasn't awake enough to see who was doing it, although I could guess.

I had a very strange dream, I dreamt that I was in a boat in the middle of the ocean I was floating peacefully, it was the least stressed I'd ever felt in my entire life, it was so nice to not have to worry about N.E.W.T's or homework or any responsibility I had in real life, it was just me and the ocean. The bright blue ocean that was so clear I could practically see to the bottom. There was nothing that could go wrong for as long as I stayed on my boat. But as I looked into the distance I could see another ship sailing towards me. A single occupant sitting inside it, looking as calm and serene as I had felt a second ago. This single occupant was none other than James Potter.

I woke up with a gasp, why was I dreaming about Potter of all people? I looked down as I noticed that I was really, really warm, it was nice to not be cold for once. I was always cold now-a-days. But the thing that was keeping me warm, was Potter's arm which he had used to press me up against his body as he sat there. I saw that he was asleep as well, he must have moved us to the position we were in now because there was no way that I would voluntarily put myself in this position although I'm not denying it didn't feel nice, because it did. But that's not the point. I hated Potter. I hated him and his friends, and I had no desire to be so close to him.

So with as much stealth as I could muster I tried to move his arm from where it was practically locked around my waist. I couldn't do it though, no matter how much I tried to pull his arm off me, he just held on tighter. It got to the point where I thought he was awake, but one look at his eyes told me that he was dreaming still, his eyes were flickering underneath his eyelids in REM sleep, I wouldn't be able to wake him up now, without doing something drastic.

I started to think of all the ways I could wake him up so I could shout at him, there were quite a lot of possibilities, I could pour water over him, but then there was the risk that I would get wet as well, I could scream really loudly into his ear but I didn't want anyone to wake up and see us like this. Hmm, decisions, decisions.

I huffed as once more my attempts to slide out from under his arm were thwarted, why was this so difficult? I froze as he breathed deeply, turning his head so that it was snuggled into my hair, he better not be drooling on me or I was going to kill him. He groaned lowly in his sleep, fidgeting slightly and I really hoped her was going to wake up soon, I was feeling so awkward I was actually happy he wasn't awake. I looked longingly at the stairs to the girl's dormitory but it seemed like a pipe dream at the moment.

Finally I gathered my courage and shook him awake. He spluttered as he woke up, his glasses hanging off his face and his perpetually messy hair had managed to stick up stupidly on one side. He looked, dare I say it, cute.

"What-" He rubbed his eyes, the one arm still around me as I lay practically on his chest.

"Potter, I'm going to give you two seconds to get off me before I hex you into next Tuesday." I growled at him. He jumped, obviously forgetting that he'd fallen asleep next to me. He looked positively delighted when he noticed the position we were in. I could have killed him.

"Well Lily flower, I knew this day would come but for you be on top of me, I must still be dreaming." He leered at me, grinning like a fucking maniac. I huffed and tried to pull away thinking it might be easier because he shouldn't have a death grip on me anymore, of course I was wrong.

"Shut up Potter! Would you let go of me? Now, before I turn that dream into a nightmare." I hissed, shoving at the arm that he had tightened once more, bringing my body properly on top of his so that I straddled him. I was thrown off balance and had to use his shoulders for support before I realised where my hands were and shoved against him. He groaned underneath me and I looked at his face to see that he had his eyes shut tight and was biting his lip. I wondered if he was in pain or something before I remembered I didn't care.

I pushed against him again, trying to find a way out of his grip. "Get off me!" I wiggled on his lap and slapped his shoulders, grimacing as all he did was hold me tighter.

"I would stop that if I were you Evans." He warned, lips twitching at the corners.

"Why?" I snapped. "I want to get off." I continued wiggling trying to shift his hands off my waist.

"Believe me Evans so do I." I didn't understand what he was implying so I ignored that suggestive comment.

I finally lost my temper with him and attempted to take my wand out of my pocket, but I realised that it was on the table next to the sofa where I'd left it after levitating that ball of fire. Which was still there impressively enough. I huffed again and stared straight into Potter's eyes which immediately glazed over, I smiled softly at him which made his eyes focus on my lips. I leaned just a tiny bit closer, which made his head lean towards me, his hands going from my waist to my hips as my hands went to wrap around his neck.

But I bypassed his neck and pushed off the back of the couch to climb off of him. I grinned at him, noticing the small sigh he let out as he reacted too slowly to pull me back. I couldn't believe I'd been sat there as long as I had but I couldn't help but give him a wink as I pranced away from him up the stairs. I would never tell anyone what just happened, and if Potter did, who did you think people would believe?

I would never admit to anyone that I enjoyed the closeness between me and Potter, the warmth he sent through my body, and the fact that maybe I kinda did want to kiss him.

A thought that did occur to me however was how many people saw us asleep together on the sofa before going to bed, I was under no illusions that no one had seen us, they would have, but no one saw the almost kiss. And no one would ever know. I just knew that Alice and Marlene were gonna have a fit when I came upstairs, they were obviously gonna know that I had spent the night sleeping beside Potter. If they knew what was good for them they wouldn't bring it up in my presence.

I pushed off of the wall that I had been leaning on and climbed the rest of the stairs, but not before I saw Potter still sitting there with his head in his hands. I bit my lip, feeling a bit guilty for tricking him, but then I remembered that he had me on his lap for about five minutes and had slept next to me, and all feelings of pity were completely gone.

I sighed as I pushed the door open to the dormitory, quickly changing into my pyjamas and climbing into bed. I snuggled up to my pillow, saw on my alarm that it was six o'clock and resolved myself to an hour and a half restless sleep. I had completely forgotten that I'd left my wand downstairs.

My wand that was now in the possession of one James Potter.