Now I Know What Love Is
Disclaimer: I have no intention of profiting from this story. J.K. Rowling owns James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew and Lily Evans. I own Ella Butler and Courtney Grant.
Summary: Lily Evans wished with all her might that someone could come into her life. Someone so special that she could fell the spark's sizzle when she first meets him. So, she's turned to the world of regency romance writing, until her wish comes true.
Authors' Notes: This is a weird fic. At least I think it is. Um, I'm trying a new perspective I guess, that the world doesn't revolve around bubble-gum. (Don't ask.)
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"' And when the world ends, I want to be there, with you. Through it all.'" Lily Evans placed her coffee cup down and closed the book. She had just finished reading her fifth best-selling regency novel.
Critics claimed it was her best work yet, and so real, that Miss Evan's must have a romance from which she draws her inspiration. But alas, Lily Evans did not. Despite her effervescent green eyes, and gleaming red hair, Lily had no luck when it came to love. But her best friends stuck with her through thick and thin.
"Lily, have you checked the charts lately?" Courtney Grant asked, her blue eyes shimmering, and blonde hair flowing.
"Not lately, why?" Lily questioned, taking a sip of sour, cold coffee, and scrunched up her face.
"A Night Without You moved up to number two!" Ella Butler, Lily's other best friend, exclaimed, jumping into the conversation. Her dark brown eyes alight.
"Congratulations." Courtney added.
"Thanks. But, you'll have to excuse me. I have a press meeting. I'll meet you guys back here at four?"
Courtney and Ella agreed, and the three went their separate ways.
"Miss Evans! Miss Evans!" The reporter's all shouted eagerly.
Lily randomly pointed to one. "Where do you get the inspiration for your novels? They're so vivid and romantic. You must have some secret inspiration, if you know what I mean." The blonde replied, raising an eyebrow as if she knew some secret Lily didn't.
"Actually, I don't. As I've told you repeatedly, time after time, my inspiration is my heart and my knack for writing I guess."
"Next question . . . "
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"Phew. These reporters really know how to get on your bad side." Lily remarked to her assistant/editor Myra O' Riley.
"Yes. I agree. Here are your water, and your pastry. Have a great day."
"Thanks, Myra. You too." Lily said, then apparated home.
Lily put her bag on the floor and her coat on the rack by the front door, and waited for Courtney and Ella to show up.
"Afternoon, Lily. How was your press meeting?" Ella asked, walking into the living room, while she braided her hair.
"Oh you know, the same old questions." Lily replied, moving over for Ella to sit down.
"Sounds the press we all know and love." Courtney remarked, entering the room, and sitting opposite Lily and Ella.
Lily nodded, and sat back. "Do you guys have anything planned tonight?"
"Nope." Ella said, tying a red ribbon around the end of her braid.
"I have a date with Josh tonight." Courtney said.
"Ooh. Maybe he's gonna propose." Lily gushed.
"I don't think so. Josh isn't really the commitment type of guy."
"Well I guess it's just me and you tonight, Ella."
"Actually, I have a photo-shoot. I just remembered, and it's somewhere in Kent, so I'll be out late."
"Oh. Well, then. It's just me tonight."
"Sorry, Lils." Courtney and Ella apologized, and went to get dressed.
Lily turned on the tv and started to get into a soap opera, when Ella came out in a light sky blue dress, and Courtney in a white tank dress.
"What do you think?" Ella asked, spinning around in a circle.
"Looks good. Have fun." Lily wished her friend, and waited for Courtney to model her dress.
But she didn't. "What's wrong." Lily questioned.
"Nothing. I'm just worried Josh might break up with me."
"Aw, honey. Why would he do something like that?" Lily asked, hugging Courtney.
"Thanks. I got to go now. Bye." With that Courtney apparated out of the building.
Lily sighed and settled back into her favorite position on the couch, with her new book. The fifth instalment of the Potter Family.
** ** **
"James Potter was born into a world of wealth, not for choice but for power. He was a rake of the worst kind. He bedded women constantly and never cared a single shred that he had broken their hearts. But love had claimed his four siblings, and James vowed love would never betake him, the devil take his soul.
That is until he meets Lydia Collins, a twenty-two-year-old girl from his carefree days as a child roaming the country side with his friends, relatives and neighbors. But Lydia is in dire need of his help. She needs something he cannot give. His love."
Lily sighed as she read the back of her book for the fiftieth time. "Oh, James. If only you could be real." Lily whispered sleepily, then yawned hugely, and fell asleep against the couch.
"'Oh, James. If only you could be real.'" Something about those words flowed with magic. The cover, depicting James and Lydia in a passionate embrace, glowed brightly as the book shook in silent tremors from it's resting place on the table. It rose up a few feet in the air, the dropped face down on the coffee table.
** ** **
The sounds of birds singing softly awoke Lily from her deep slumber. She stifled a yawn, then stretched her arms. Looking around she realized she was in the living room. 'I must have fallen asleep here last night.' She said to herself, checking the watch on her wrist. It read 10:04
Courtney and Ella were already at work by the time Lily showered, changed and ate a late breakfast. She went into her study, to check her schedule, when she remembered she'd left the book on the coffee table. She walked back into the living room and picked up the book. She looked over the cover and dropped the book.
James was missing. "Maybe I have the wrong book." She opened to the title page and sure enough it read: A Night Without You by Lily Evans. She was about to check the cover again when she heard a deep voice behind her.
"Excuse me, who are you?"
Lily whirled around in a flurry of gray and red. "I'm Lily Evans. Who are you?"
"James Potter, at your service." He said, bowing over her hand and raising it to his lips.
Lily's eyes widened as she drank in the sight of him. He was very tall, easily passing six feet, with broad shoulders and what she could make out from underneath a slightly unbuttoned shirt, a well-defined chest.
Long legs topped with tan breeches and knee high boots completed the ensemble.
"Are you all right, miss? You look faint."
"I'm fine."
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A/N: How was this? Let me know.
Disclaimer: I have no intention of profiting from this story. J.K. Rowling owns James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew and Lily Evans. I own Ella Butler and Courtney Grant.
Summary: Lily Evans wished with all her might that someone could come into her life. Someone so special that she could fell the spark's sizzle when she first meets him. So, she's turned to the world of regency romance writing, until her wish comes true.
Authors' Notes: This is a weird fic. At least I think it is. Um, I'm trying a new perspective I guess, that the world doesn't revolve around bubble-gum. (Don't ask.)
** ** **
"' And when the world ends, I want to be there, with you. Through it all.'" Lily Evans placed her coffee cup down and closed the book. She had just finished reading her fifth best-selling regency novel.
Critics claimed it was her best work yet, and so real, that Miss Evan's must have a romance from which she draws her inspiration. But alas, Lily Evans did not. Despite her effervescent green eyes, and gleaming red hair, Lily had no luck when it came to love. But her best friends stuck with her through thick and thin.
"Lily, have you checked the charts lately?" Courtney Grant asked, her blue eyes shimmering, and blonde hair flowing.
"Not lately, why?" Lily questioned, taking a sip of sour, cold coffee, and scrunched up her face.
"A Night Without You moved up to number two!" Ella Butler, Lily's other best friend, exclaimed, jumping into the conversation. Her dark brown eyes alight.
"Congratulations." Courtney added.
"Thanks. But, you'll have to excuse me. I have a press meeting. I'll meet you guys back here at four?"
Courtney and Ella agreed, and the three went their separate ways.
"Miss Evans! Miss Evans!" The reporter's all shouted eagerly.
Lily randomly pointed to one. "Where do you get the inspiration for your novels? They're so vivid and romantic. You must have some secret inspiration, if you know what I mean." The blonde replied, raising an eyebrow as if she knew some secret Lily didn't.
"Actually, I don't. As I've told you repeatedly, time after time, my inspiration is my heart and my knack for writing I guess."
"Next question . . . "
** ** **
"Phew. These reporters really know how to get on your bad side." Lily remarked to her assistant/editor Myra O' Riley.
"Yes. I agree. Here are your water, and your pastry. Have a great day."
"Thanks, Myra. You too." Lily said, then apparated home.
Lily put her bag on the floor and her coat on the rack by the front door, and waited for Courtney and Ella to show up.
"Afternoon, Lily. How was your press meeting?" Ella asked, walking into the living room, while she braided her hair.
"Oh you know, the same old questions." Lily replied, moving over for Ella to sit down.
"Sounds the press we all know and love." Courtney remarked, entering the room, and sitting opposite Lily and Ella.
Lily nodded, and sat back. "Do you guys have anything planned tonight?"
"Nope." Ella said, tying a red ribbon around the end of her braid.
"I have a date with Josh tonight." Courtney said.
"Ooh. Maybe he's gonna propose." Lily gushed.
"I don't think so. Josh isn't really the commitment type of guy."
"Well I guess it's just me and you tonight, Ella."
"Actually, I have a photo-shoot. I just remembered, and it's somewhere in Kent, so I'll be out late."
"Oh. Well, then. It's just me tonight."
"Sorry, Lils." Courtney and Ella apologized, and went to get dressed.
Lily turned on the tv and started to get into a soap opera, when Ella came out in a light sky blue dress, and Courtney in a white tank dress.
"What do you think?" Ella asked, spinning around in a circle.
"Looks good. Have fun." Lily wished her friend, and waited for Courtney to model her dress.
But she didn't. "What's wrong." Lily questioned.
"Nothing. I'm just worried Josh might break up with me."
"Aw, honey. Why would he do something like that?" Lily asked, hugging Courtney.
"Thanks. I got to go now. Bye." With that Courtney apparated out of the building.
Lily sighed and settled back into her favorite position on the couch, with her new book. The fifth instalment of the Potter Family.
** ** **
"James Potter was born into a world of wealth, not for choice but for power. He was a rake of the worst kind. He bedded women constantly and never cared a single shred that he had broken their hearts. But love had claimed his four siblings, and James vowed love would never betake him, the devil take his soul.
That is until he meets Lydia Collins, a twenty-two-year-old girl from his carefree days as a child roaming the country side with his friends, relatives and neighbors. But Lydia is in dire need of his help. She needs something he cannot give. His love."
Lily sighed as she read the back of her book for the fiftieth time. "Oh, James. If only you could be real." Lily whispered sleepily, then yawned hugely, and fell asleep against the couch.
"'Oh, James. If only you could be real.'" Something about those words flowed with magic. The cover, depicting James and Lydia in a passionate embrace, glowed brightly as the book shook in silent tremors from it's resting place on the table. It rose up a few feet in the air, the dropped face down on the coffee table.
** ** **
The sounds of birds singing softly awoke Lily from her deep slumber. She stifled a yawn, then stretched her arms. Looking around she realized she was in the living room. 'I must have fallen asleep here last night.' She said to herself, checking the watch on her wrist. It read 10:04
Courtney and Ella were already at work by the time Lily showered, changed and ate a late breakfast. She went into her study, to check her schedule, when she remembered she'd left the book on the coffee table. She walked back into the living room and picked up the book. She looked over the cover and dropped the book.
James was missing. "Maybe I have the wrong book." She opened to the title page and sure enough it read: A Night Without You by Lily Evans. She was about to check the cover again when she heard a deep voice behind her.
"Excuse me, who are you?"
Lily whirled around in a flurry of gray and red. "I'm Lily Evans. Who are you?"
"James Potter, at your service." He said, bowing over her hand and raising it to his lips.
Lily's eyes widened as she drank in the sight of him. He was very tall, easily passing six feet, with broad shoulders and what she could make out from underneath a slightly unbuttoned shirt, a well-defined chest.
Long legs topped with tan breeches and knee high boots completed the ensemble.
"Are you all right, miss? You look faint."
"I'm fine."
** ** **
A/N: How was this? Let me know.