Summary: Lily Evans has a good life. She's Head Girl, top of her class, dating the cutest Ravenclaw Hogwarts has ever seen, and has a strictly platonic relationship with the Head Boy, James Potter. But what happens when she wakes up on the morning of November 18th in James' arms with no memory of the previous night?
Disclaimer: Basically everything belongs to JK Rowling.
Prologue
When Lily Evans woke up on November 18th, she felt four things.
The first thing she felt was very warm. Not a bad, 'ugh-get-me-out-of-this-heat' type of warmth, but a soft, comfortable kind. Like a lover's embrace.
The second thing she felt was very different than the warmth, though, since it was the worst headache she'd ever had. It felt like a Cornish Pixie had crawled through her ear and was using her brain as a drum set.
The third thing she felt was confusion, because why did her nightstand look different? She had never in her life purchased a copy of Quidditch Monthly, nor had she ever left the November Issue on the table. And why did her alarm clock look so… masculine? She didn't even know that alarm clocks could look masculine. And where was her favorite bottle of perfume?
The fourth thing was a pair of lean, muscular arms encircling her waist. There was also the feeling that she was only wearing her favorite matching underwear set, midnight blue and lacy. And nothing else.
Lily stiffened.
It was Liam.
It had to be Liam.
Trying not to move, she turned her head as far to the left as she could.
Horribly messy black hair, tall and lean body, and Merlin help her, was that a pair of glasses?
She was spooning James Potter!
AN: Hello my lovelies! I have returned! And this time without the flaky updates, since *gasp* this story is completely finished! Hurrah!
18000 words in total, be prepared. Since the chapters are short, I'll put em out every few days. The first chapter will be up tomorrow night or Sunday. (:
I've missed you all, and I hope you like the story! It was fun to write. (;
Beta'd by Stefanie at Biggerandbeta on tumblr! :D