Aah, I'm just obsessed with Lily and the Marauders. All I do is read fanfics on them! So, this is another of my meager additions to the archive! This is set after Hogwarts when they're both part of the Order. In no ways do I think Lily is always as pathetic as this but if you had to wait for James to return home I'm sure you'd be the same and anyway, it isn't always her doing the waiting. I'm sure James would go just as crazy! I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: As always, not mine!

Waiting For you

The room was jam packed with people but it could have been empty for all the red head curled up on the sofa cared. She was sitting; knees hugged to her chest, head resting on her arm, watching the door. Waiting for it to open and the one person she longed to see to walk through. Waiting, it seemed, in vain, as the hands on the clock opposite whirled by and one by one, or in twos and threes, the people in the room began to disperse; some sparing a sympathetic glance or consoling pat as they walked past. And then the room was empty and the clock was calling out midnight and he still wasn't here and she was still waiting.

Trying to ignore the rolling ball of nerves in her stomach she stood, made her way to the window, looked out before pulling the curtains firmly shut. No one. Nothing. The night was silent and hell, was she worried. Padding silently to the kitchen she made herself a cup of tea, ears pricked with the desperate need to hear footsteps and the turn of the key in the lock. The kettle clicked off and she abandoned the empty mug to check the front street again, her insides consumed with a cold terrifying dread. He wasn't there.

Gritting her teeth against the panic threatening to consume her she turned instead to the stairs and slowly crept up them, her breath short and shallow in her mouth. She hated this, that he was making her so scared, so vulnerable because she really didn't know what she would do without him, that infuriating arrogant jerk who had had the audacity to steal her heart.

The clink of keys rattled through the still air and she froze, heart racing ahead, thumping erratically. The door whispered open and she spun on the steps, eyes seeking his familiar shape and then she was running, taking the stairs two at a time and landing with a thump in his arms, pulling away to slap him once and then pressing her lips to his. A crazy mix of relief, anger and love, so much love, pumping its way around her body.