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Disclaimer: “Pride and Prejudice” belongs to Jane Austen, as do the characters Mr Darcy and Mr Wickham and the quote ‘In vain I have struggled, it will not do...’. a5ghg1.png picture by THEDRUNKENELF
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The next day Lily and Sirius worked silently on the potion, James, Remus and Peter were nowhere to be seen. After a long days work, they could finally leave the potion at rest.

“I guess that’s that for today,” Sirius said softly, wiping his sweaty brow. “This is so hard.”

“I know,” Lily said sympathetically. “But it’s perfect so far, we should get really good marks. And at least we’ve got a night off to relax.”

“True,” Sirius nodded, standing up and pulling his leather jacket off the back of his chair. “I know the others were going to study most of the day so we could all relax tonight without any stress.”

“Great,” Lily mumbled tiredly, shuffling out the door of the potions room. Sirius slapped an arm across her shoulders.

“Want me to make you a coffee?”

Lily laughed.

“No, thanks. I’ll just walk it off.”

Lily wandered around the house thinking over her latest conversations with Remus and with James and suddenly found herself at his door. He was crouched over his desk, a pile of books at his arms, papers spilling out like a parchment waterfall.

“Can I help you?” James looked up from his work, suitably disgruntled that he had been interrupted.

“Oh! I wanted to borrow a book,” Lily stammered, praising herself in her mind for her quick thinking.

“Which book?”

“Pride and Prejudice,” was the first book to enter her mind. “I suppose I’ll go the library and try to find it.”

She realised that this didn’t warrant a visit to James’ room and improvised some ignorance.

“Where is the library from here?”

“No need,” James answered, pulling a thin volume from the shelf in front of him. “Writings a bit small, but I’m sure you’ll manage.”

Lily waited at the threshold for him to walk the book to her but to no avail – he remained planted in his desk chair, holding it out to her. She was forced to enter his room.

She decided to get it over with quickly, and took the book from him. She noticed his breath hitch a little as their fingers touched.

“Thank you,” she clipped, turning abruptly and walking out of the room towards her own. When she got to the second floor she began to run, until she reached her room and shut the door behind her. She leaned against it, breathing heavily. It took her a few moments to compose herself. She glanced at the darkness outside her window and decided it was time for soft pyjamas and a welcoming pillow.

As she, despite having no plans to, started reading Pride and Prejudice, she found her mind wandering. Mostly she thought about the fact that this novel had such a predominant place on James’ shelf and therefore he had surely read it, and judging by its weathered appearance more than once. She smiled as she pictured him as Mr Darcy and wondered why he hadn’t tried acting like him to gain her affection; he had certainly tried everything else.

Quickly she caught herself fantasising about James saying ‘In vain I have struggled, it will not do...’ and threw the book away from her as though it was poison. She told herself that he was not like Mr Darcy at all. He wasn’t shy and stoic, he was loud and annoying. She detested the idea of dating him; it would be like failing, him winning a battle that had begun between them in first year. She couldn’t fathom having a boyfriend at all, let alone having James as one. Factoring in another person’s plans into her day seemed most unappealing.

Realising she was thinking in Austen language she shut her mind off, willing herself to fall asleep.

Less than half an hour later, a sharp knock on the door startled her.

“Lils? We’re playing truth or dare downstairs if you want to join. It’s usually pretty funny,” Remus’ voice called out. “Sirius does any dare.”

“I’m in my pyjamas,” she called back uncertainly as she crawled out of bed and lit a candle with a non verbal incendio spell.

“We all are,” he said. “It’s alright. Come on, we’ve got biscuits!”

“Well, if you’ve got biscuits...” Lily opened the door and smiled. “How could I refuse?”

“Were you asleep?” Remus asked, smoothing down some of her red hair that was standing up on her head.

“Reading in bed,” she lied. A more truthful answer would have been ‘trying not to think of James wearing a top hat’.

Remus led her down to the front room where Sirius, James and Peter were sitting in a group in front of the roaring fireplace. They were, indeed, wearing pyjamas. Peter and James were in simple Gryffindor t-shirts and shorts. Sirius was shirtless, only wearing dark track pants. Lily had to admire the way the firelight reflected of his chiselled muscles, and briefly wondered if James was just a fit. She shook her head, trying to get rid of the thought.

“Sirius,” Remus turned to the handsome marauder. “Truth or-”

“Dare!” Sirius interrupted gleefully.

“Fine, I’ve got a spell to try out on you, if you dare.”

“Go for it,” Sirius said confidently, as Peter tried to sneak the last of the biscuits into his mouth with no one noticing.

“Hypnosisa Maxima,” Remus incanted, as a blue shimmer drifted from his wand into Sirius’ eyes. “Whenever I clap, you will find James to be the sexiest person on earth.”

Everyone collapsed into giggles as Sirius looked horrified.

“I doubt that’ll work,” he said, though looking unsure.

“We’ll see,” Remus said coyly. “Your turn.”

“Fine,” Sirius said, keeping his eyes on Remus. “Truth or dare, Prongs.”

“, dare,” James said hesitantly. He nodded his head. “Dare.”

“ have a cartwheel.”

The other marauders screamed with laughter as James glared at Sirius.

“You-!” He said dramatically.

“What’s the big deal?” Lily asked Remus, who was having trouble settling down.

“He got this dare back in first year, it’s become a bit of a tradition, it’s just so freaking funny,” Remus wheezed out. “You’d think by now he’d just learn how to cartwheel.”

James picked himself up from the ground and sighed, walking outside. Everyone crowded around the front door to watch. James took a huge step, and placed his hands onto the ground in front of him. His glasses fell off – undeterred, James pushed himself off the ground, fell, and collapsed in a heap. Onto his glasses.

“Oh, no,” he said, feeling around for them.

“I said do a cartwheel, mate,” Sirius barked, as Remus threw his head back and laughed. “Not find the most artistic way to destroy a pair of glasses.”

He was still moving his hand around, trying to find them. Lily shook her head and ran over to him, grabbing his hand and pulling him to his feet.

“Here, James,” she said, picking up the glasses. “Can you fix them, or shall I?”

“Trust me, it’s the first thing I had to learn how to do,” James said, whilst moving his wand in a small circle, silently repairing them. They headed back to the house, where the others were settling back down in front of the fire. Despite being summertime, it was chilly night. Remus suddenly clapped his hands three times.

“Oh, no,” Sirius looked at James. “I really don’t like what my head is telling me right now.”

“And what would that be, Pads?” James asked cheekily.

“You’’’re beautiful.”

Everyone broke into laughter, Sirius looked furious.

“Take it off, Remus, undo it, I...I don’t want to think like this!” Remus silently removed the charm.

“Payback, my turn,” Sirius said. Remus looked worried. “I think it’s time we humiliated someone else.”

“Me?” Peter asked, almost hopefully.

“No,” Sirius turned to Lily.

“Me?” She asked, hoping she was wrong.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Lily answered quickly. She had decided earlier not to say truth; she didn’t want to be asked personal questions.

“I dare kiss James,” he said, smirking.

“We agreed not to dare each other to kiss Lily,” James protested, though he half glanced at Lily in hope.

“Exactly,” Sirius said. “Technically I haven’t done that. I don’t dare you, Prongs. I dare Lily.”

“Quite a technicality,” James shook his head. “Well, it’s up to her, I guess.”

“You don’t have to, Lily,” Remus immediately said. James and Sirius both glared daggers at him. Peter chewed lazily on a long fingernail.

“Not in front of everyone,” Lily said, looking at the four faces of the Marauders now turned in her direction. She knew she was as good as saying yes to the dare, and couldn’t understand herself. Maybe she just wanted to prove to herself that she didn’t like James at all, to show herself that she would feel nothing when kissing him. Immediately, James stood up and offered a hand to Lily. She didn’t take it, instead standing up on her own. He shrugged and walked out of the room. Lily followed numbly.

Once they were alone in the Potions room, which was where James ended up, though not really intending to, they stood awkwardly.

“You don’t have to,” James said. “You don’t have to kiss me, but you should.”

“Oh, should I?” Lily raised an eyebrow at him.

“Sure,” he shrugged. “Don’t worry about me reading too much into it. This is just a game, its fun.”

Lily had been worried that he would suddenly think they were a couple or something if she did kiss him. She walked closer to him now, feeling that if it was just fun, just for a game, then there was no real reason not to kiss him. She didn’t want to go back on a dare, and James was very handsome.

The potion was glugging away on the furthest desk. Lily walked over to it and stared into it. She sensed James behind her, moving in closer. He swept his hand under her hair and rubbed the back of her neck with his thumb. He kissed her neck, moving his lips slowly up to her earlobe. She turned her head slightly towards him, and met his lips with her own.

He kissed her softly, his lips gently massaging her own, and she kissed him back, wrapping her arms comfortably around his waist. He was so warm. She leaned closer to him as he deepened the kiss, still going slowly. Lily accidently let out a small moan. She felt James smiling and pushed him off her, feeling fear wash through her like ice water.

“Well, you can’t say you didn’t enjoy that,” James mumbled, still holding onto her as she leaned away.

“It was fine,” she said bitterly, unravelling his arms from her and moving towards the door.

“Fine?” He questioned. “It was better than fine, much better.”

She walked towards the staircase.

“You don’t want to keep playing?” James asked half heartedly, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the marauders.

“No,” she shook her head and began climbing the stairs.

“Me, neither,” he said. “Maybe another time then?”

Lily knew he wasn’t talking about truth or dare that time.

 “Remember, it doesn’t mean anything, James,” Lily said, beginning to regret it already.

“Doesn’t mean a thing,” James nodded. “Can I interest you in being friends with benefits?”

“No you can’t!”

“Thought that was a long shot,” he laughed, making it clear he had been kidding.

“Goodnight, James,” Lily said firmly, walking up the stairs towards her room.

“Goodnight...” James said, and then waited until she was out of earshot. “Beautiful.”

Lily returned to her room and saw Pride and Prejudice sadly thrown on the floor. She picked it up, cursing herself for throwing it as some of its pages were bent. As she straightened them out, she noticed something scrawled on the last page.

Lily Lily Lily Lily Lily Lily Lily Lily Lily Lily Lily Lily

Lily Lily Lily Lily Lily Lily Lily Lily Lily Lily Lily Lily

Lily Lily Lily Lily Lily Lily Lily Lily Lily Lily Lily Lily

For reasons she didn’t quite understand, she hugged the book to her chest and smiled.



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