A/N Hi! Okay, it's been a REALLY long time since I updated and I am so so sorry, I really am. But now I'm back and here's a little Jily one-shot because I can't live without them. Enjoy!


You're seventeen and you're blazing, with your fire hair and venom lips, you're seventeen and James Potter is kissing you and

Oh my God,

You're seventeen, with your back pressed against a wall somewhere in Hogwarts, and there's lust in his vulnerable eyes and a strange ache in your soul, and you want the world, not just this, but his knee is parting your legs and

Oh my God.


You're seventeen. It's the age of tears and alcohol and lusting after boys, and instead, you just read newspapers every morning, wondering about how many more deaths it will take.

It's the age of explosions and you certainly are one, with your alien eyes and fairy tale smiles, with your too-loud laugh and hair that smells of spring.

It's the age of love, and a boy with his head in the clouds sometimes says he's in love with your soul. You laugh it off, because you're scared of the poetry hidden in the shadows beneath his eyes and anyway, it's just teenage lust.

He's neon, glow-in-the-dark, and there's something in the way his canines glint that makes you want to hold his hand. You're so scared.

But you're seventeen, darling, and there are people dying right now, and your nails are painted too bright, and Petunia still hates you and you want to scream and break something but instead you just pull Potter in, tugging him closer to you, instead you just grab his hair and bite his lip until a moan the sounds like an earthquake to you rolls off of his stardust-coated tongue, instead you just smile up at him through your thick long eyelashes. His mouth tastes like something you've never heard of before, like rainy days and dreams and space travel, and his name slips from your lips and it feels like Mars.


A/N Review please :)) Hope you enjoyed

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