Author's Note: I have a collection of drabbles and half-finished one-shots that have been lying dormant in my documents for what seems like forever. A few have been floating around tumblr, but I thought they all deserved a chance to see the light of day. I hope you all enjoy them!
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And we won't wake up on Sunday,
So I'm building us a church
Where we can sleep in
With the gods at work
And our friends will write us letters,
They'll never understand why we don't call.
We're hiding out until the empire falls
Let it fall.
-Jack's Mannequin
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"Can we just stay like this forever?" Lily's head is pillowed against his chest, red hair splayed vibrantly against pale skin. Strands bunch under her temple and tickle his chin, and the heat of her breath mingles with the crispness of the winter air.
James traces lazy circles against her shoulder, his callused thumb sending shivers down her arm and causing heat to pool deep in her abdomen. "We could try, but I reckon my mates'll be up soon."
"We can cast shield charms. Muffliato. The works." She turns to look at him; flashes him a grin. "I'm sure they won't miss you."
James chuckles, and she can feel him shaking his head in amusement. "Bloody wankers, the lot of 'em." He drops a kiss to her forehead. "Even if my poor excuses for mates didn't notice our absence, I can think of several professors who may miss their star pupils."
"Bugger school." Lily nestles in closer, rubbing her cheek against a smooth patch of skin. She mumbles into his chest, "It's overrated."
This time, when James laughs, it's a deep throaty sound that rumbles throughout his chest and causes her stomach to drop pleasantly. "Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?"
"Oh, sod off."
"No, seriously. You must've seen her. Short little thing, gorgeous red hair, feisty temper, does extra Potions assignments for fun?"
Lily pulls back, her nose and forehead wrinkled in frustrated indignation. "I rescind my offer. You can do whatever the bloody hell you want. I will retreat to my own dormitory and find someone more willing to share my bed with me." She begins to untangle her limbs from his, her hair snagging on his specs for a moment. "In fact," she tugs at her hair and the wire frames slide crookedly down his nose. "When your rubbish mates show up, send Sirius my way, yeah? I'm sure he'd be more than willing to—"
She collides back into James' chest with a startled "Oof"—he's wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulled her close. "Don't," he murmurs fiercely, "finish that sentence."
Lily softens slightly at that, allows herself to melt deeper into his embrace.
"You wanna stay here forever? We'll stay here forever. We'll live off of Remus' secret Honeydukes stash, and scourgify ourselves clean every day, and shag like mad—"
Lily laughs and lifts her head, threads her fingers through the messy mop of his hair, and tugs his mouth down to hers. She murmurs against his lips, "You're such a prat."
"Mmm." James smiles and kisses her forehead, her cheek, her nose. "But you love me for it."