Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling therefore I own none of this save for the story line.
Chapter One
Lily looked out the window and pretended she wasn't exactly where she was. Why suffer through this tense, silent, awkward ride to King's Cross with Petunia when she could recall last night with Bobby. The way his lips felt on her throat, his fingers through her hair, their sweaty, entwined bodies and fast breathing. Then again, maybe that wasn't the best thing to think about when she was sitting right next to her sister in their tiny car.
Instead, her thoughts took a darker turn, straying toward everything that had happened during her summer at home. She could vividly recall the salty tears that had stained her face more nights than she could count. The dark day that July when the sun baked her skin and accosted her eyes giving her a headache that she barely felt through her grief. She remembered standing by her dad's grave that day in her itchy, heat retaining, black dress. She could almost still feel her mother and sister standing behind her on either side, her mother's tears splashing on her shoulder and her sister still and stiff as a statue. Her stomach twisted as she thought farther back and recalled the day her father died.
L&J
"Look dad, I don't know why you're so worried about me being on drugs. You are obviously the one under the influence if you think Cybermen are scarier than Daleks!" Harold Evans gasped exaggeratedly.
"How dare you insinuate I would ever try the 'Mary Jane' plant." Lily rolled her eyes and laughed readjusting her position on the couch to better face her dad.
"Daleks are merciless! In a fight between Daleks and Cybermen, Daleks would totally win! They're indestructible. Only the Doctor can destroy them." Harold shook his head good-naturedly recognizing what a lost cause arguing with his stubborn daughter was. He turned back to the TV.
"Whatever you say, kiddo. Those Cybermen give me the willies." Lily stared at her father for a tick and watched her dad massage his shoulder and work his jaw. He looked tired and he kept shifting in his seat. Lily studied him closer and realized he was sweating. He caught her looking at him and gave her a strained smile before turning back to the TV. Lily followed his lead, but continued to watch from the corner of her eye.
She was concerned. He'd been working late a lot this week and he had been under a ton of stress at work. After a minute or two she became more engrossed in the show, writing her dad's discomfort off as probable indigestion. He always did get gassy after eating her mom's spaghetti.
"Bloody hell, is that cardboard on-" Lily cut off as she heard a muffled thud from next to her. She looked down on the floor to see her dad's still body and fell to her hands and knees. "Mom! Mom, get in here!" She lightly smacked her dad's cheeks trying to wake him up and get some kind of reaction.
Her mom pushed open the door to the den. "Lily," she said concerned. "Lily, what's wro-" Her voice cut off in a blood chilling scream.
L&J
There had been times this past summer after her father died where the veil of numbness that surrounded Lily's mind lifted. Times spent with her friends, Marlene saying something outrageous that would startle a rusty, hysteric laugh out of her throat or Mary doing something so genuinely sweet that Lily could feel the fog in her mind receding. Times spent with Bobby, heart thudding, lips clashing, bodies melting into each other, her mind finally, blissfully clear. Those moments were always fleeting and rare, and more often than not Lily was left going through the motions, floating through her days.
Petunia's sharp voice cut through Lily's morbid reverie. "We're here. Get out." Lily peeled her face from the cold window glass and looked around. They were indeed at King's Cross and after a quick check of her watch Lily realized she was running late.
She hastily pushed open her door and hopped out of the car, running around to the boot to grab her trunk. She was about to say goodbye to her sister, when Petunia put her foot on the gas and drove away, lazily lifting one hand in a careless wave. "Bye Tuney," Lily whispered at her feet. She rolled her shoulders and took a deep breath.
"Lily," she heard a familiar voice call. She turned and found herself face to face with Bobby. He pulled her into his chest with the arm not holding onto his luggage trolley. "Was that Petunia I saw speeding away?"
"Yes. Yes it was. Be grateful you missed her." Bobby chuckled and kissed her forehead before heaving Lily's trunk on top of his own. "Thanks boyfriend of mine," Lily said with a flirtatious smile. "I knew you were good for something." She winked at him and he bent his head to whisper in her ear.
"I'm good for more than that." His lips brushed her skin and she felt a delicious shiver run through her body. "Or do you need a reminder." His mouth left her ear and traveled down to her neck.
"Oi, have you forgotten that we're in public?" Lily looked down at her wristwatch again. "Or that we're running extremely late," she reminded him, pushing him away and walking swiftly towards the barrier for Platform 9¾, Bobby trailing behind her with the carts. He caught up with her on the other side and caught her hand as they walked to the train.
"Alright, Evans?" Bloody hell, Lily thought, rolling her eyes before turning around with an impassive look on her face.
"Potter," Lily said, making an extreme effort to keep her voice neutral. "How was your summer?" She looked around, expecting to see the other Marauders. "Where are the other hooligans," she asked with a self-satisfied smirk gracing her face.
"It was brill, thanks for asking, love." He ran a hand through his hair and threw a cheeky wink in Bobby's direction. Bobby glanced at Lily, clearly uncomfortable with the other boy's presence. "The other hooligans," he chuckled a little, "are already on the train." He looked at Bobby again, a slightly uncertain look crossing his face for the first time in Lily's memory. "Er, Bobby, do you think I could talk to Lily for a second." Lily's chest began to fill with panic. "You know, alone?" She squeezed Bobby's hand silently willing him not to leave her alone with James Potter. Bobby looked between James and Lily.
"Yeah, sure, I guess that's alright." He turned to Lily, a small, uncomfortable smile on his face. "I'll go ahead and get us a compartment. See you later, okay?" He bent down and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and then he was gone and Lily Evans was alone with James Potter.
"Shite," James started. "Er, I…This is awkward." Lily cleared her throat and tried not to grimace. What the hell was this about and why did James want to talk to her? It wasn't like they were friends. They didn't have the best relationship, they didn't have a relationship period, especially not after what had transpired at the end of last year. "I just wanted to say that I heard about your dad." She looked up at him, but he was looking down at his feet and wringing his hands like he couldn't figure out what to do with them. His brow furrowed and his ears turned a surprisingly bright red. "I'm really sorry about your dad and I know you've heard that about a billion times, but if there is anything you need this year," at this he looked up, pulling a hand through his messy hair and staring into her eyes. Why hadn't Lily ever noticed before that his eyes were hazel? A warm, muddy mix of green and gold and brown? "I'm here for you." And then before Lily could open her mouth, he nodded his head and turned towards the train leaving Lily gaping after him wondering what the hell had just happened.
A/N: Hello all! This is my first multi chap! Yay! I'm in college right now and finals are coming up, but I'm going to try to update this weekly. I'm really excited about this story and I hope you all like it. Please, please, please leave reviews, they are so great for motivation. Thanks for reading all of this and enjoy!
