Title: Fools and Luxury
Author: Meg

A/N: So I'm starting a new Lily and James story. Hopefully it will get somewheres! If you like it, feel free to review so I have a reason to continue

Chapter 1

A ruby red stream of light erupted from the tip of Lily Evan's wand and hit James Potter squarely in the stomach. "For the last time, Potter, I did not kiss or present any other intimate actions towards you last night!" Lily screamed across the Transfiguration classroom. After realizing how loud she had yelled, she immediately started to massage her temples. Perhaps she did have a bit too much to drink the night before.

"I think you'll be surprised, Lilykins!" butted in Sirius Black happily. His feet were up on his desk and was balancing his chair on two legs.

By this time, James's skin had instantly broke out into large, red boils. He winced as he admired the work Lily had done on his arms, but kept a sly smile on his face. "I have proof, Flower. And If you would like to join me in my bedroom after class I would have no objection." James grinned serenly and turned to Remus. With a flick of his wand, Remus lazily got rid of all the nasty boils that were steadily appearing on James's skin.

Lily's eyes darted around the room before she answered. The teacher had not yet re-entered the 7th year class from a small errand she had to run to another teacher. "What, so you can tie me down and take full advantage of me?" Her headache had gotten worse and her patience was slipping away more and more with every second that passed.

Her best friend, Maria, who was having difficulty turning a cricket into a footstool for it wouldn't stay still, let out a frustrated sigh. "For once can we have a peaceful chat that doesn't involve yelling between you two?" She then took notice of Sirius leaning on his chair, and with a cunning grin and a small flick of her wand, he had fallen backwards onto the ground. Everyone who saw burst into sniggers.

"Who the bloody hell did that?" he remarked as he pulled himself from the floor, nursing a now visable bump on the back of his head.

James turned away, still sniggering, and looked intently at Lily. "It's not a trick, promise. Actually, let's make a bet. If I show you the proof and you did indeed kiss me, I get to take you on a date. If you didn't kiss me, then...I will never just-so-happen to come into our bathroom when you're in the shower ever again."

"I think I just puked in my mouth a little bit, Potter."

James grinned. "Just meet me in my room after class."

An hour later, Lily was surprised to find herself in James Potter's room, waiting silently on his bed. Unfortunitly, they had their own dorm this year because they had become Head Prefects. This included their own common room, two bedrooms and one bathroom. You can imagine how Lily felt about sharing a bathroom with James. On a regular basis, the Marauders and Lily's best mates would stay in their dorm, so that made things easier.

Lily sat awkwardly on the bed. She had only been in James's room a few times, and never by herself. She felt as though she didn't have permission to be there, even though she knew that James would love the idea of her on his bed. She scanned the room with her lusterous emerald eyes. The walls were covered in framed pictures and posters of quidditch teams. The walls underneath were a familiar green colour... Her eyes widened when a thought struck her. Those look like the same colour as my eyes...

Her thoughts were interupted by a tall, dark-featured boy which most girls at Hogwarts would go crazy for. "Well, well...I think someone has just had an epiphany!"

Lily scowled and crossed her arms. "Just show me the proof, please."

James stood at the doorway for a moment, leaning against the frame. He was watching Lily intently. She couldn't help but look down at her hands; his hazel eyes, the ones that girls obsessed over, were prickling shivers on the back of her neck. Finally James stepped away from the door and got down on his knees to retrieve something from under his bed. Embarrased that James Potter had given her such feelings, she became very curious of what he was getting and stuck her head over the edge of the bed. Eventually he got ahold of the object and pulled it out into view.

There lay a shallow stone basin filled with a silvery mist. Lily was atounded. "You have a pensieve!" she blurted out, admiring the contents which she could not decipher between liquid and gas.

"It was a gift from my grandfather." He smiled weakly as he watched Lily, who was in awe. James then pulled out a small bottle from his cloak and pulled off the cork, mixing it into the pensieve.

Lily jumped off the bed and scooted over beside James on the floor. "So you're going to show me your memory of last night?" she asked, peeking her head over the basin.

"Exactly" replied James, and he too peered into the basin. They both drew closer to the intrancing mist, which had now turned into an image of James's bedroom.

"I'm scared of what I'm going to see." Lily said, no louder then a whisper. The bedroom then lurched out of view. But a split second later, she found herself back in James's room, standing at the doorway beside him.

The Marauders, Lily and her two best friends, Maria and Tegan were all squished inside the bedroom. There was soft music playing in the background and numerous bottles of alcohol and butterbeer lying around. Peter was sitting in the corner alone, giggling at everyone and holding a drink in his hand. Sirius and Maria were lying down on the couch, their limbs entangled and in a current makeout session. Tegan was sitting on the floor with Remus's head on her lap. He was gazing up at her stupidly with a drunken grin on his face. Lastly, there was Lily and James on the bed.

I bet you love me now, now that you've had your drinks,
it's been fun but it's always. This girl, loves fear.

The real Lily sucked in her breath with a quick inhale and sat down on the floor to watch. James did the same.

The Lily on James's bed was in giggles, clearly from something James had said to her. She calmed down a bit and took another gulp from her glass. "You know James, y-you aren't as...bad as I thought...y-you were." The James on the bed beamed at Lily as though Christmas had just come early.

Lily could feel her cheeks burning. How could she have said that? She didn't really think that...did she? And since when has she called him 'James'? She tried to look at James out of the corner of her eye. He was watching the two on the bed with his chin propped up on his arm, a small smile lingering on his lips. His eyes were glued to the scene, faintly twinkling in the dim light. Lily quickly looked away from him and felt the burning in her face more then ever. That smile, the look in his eyes...he looked so happy. She cast a look at them on the bed once more. James and Lily were play fighting, pinning each other to the bed. Finally Lily got on top and was red in the face from laughing. She held James's arms down with her hands and had her legs on either side of him.

But she asked can we slow down, traffic is time, so we drove and we drove and we drove.
Cause all we lost was years, oh well, think of this, think of me, think that.
And we will soon forget.

The present Lily watched agast as she saw herself leaning in, inching her way towards James's lips; cutting off the distance between both. Finally she found James's mouth and wrapped her hands around his neck. He moved his hands and placed them on her hips, finally achieving what he had wanted to do for the past six years.

Present-day Lily quickly looked away from the scene on the bed, but met James's eyes instead. Instead of a cocky remark, he just watched her carefully, slightly looking like a puppy waiting for his dinner.

"I...I think I've seen enough" she said in a whisper. Before she knew it, they were whisked away from the bedroom.

So I hope you guys liked it! If you did, please review and I'll do my best to start writing the next chapter.

Lyrics from: "A Story for Supper" Lydia