A/N: Here's a oneshot for a request I got over on Tumblr. The request was for some Jily fluff with jealous Snape thrown in as well.
Hope you enjoy! xox
The large, heavy-bound tome slammed down onto the table, startling Lily out of her focused studying of Transfiguration Through the Ages. She looked up, eyes wide with surprise, and met the cold glare of her former mate.
"I can't believe you." Severus Snape hissed, leaning closer to Lily.
Lily sat up straighter in her seat, pulling her face as far away from his as she could while still remaining in her seat. She refused to let him intimidate her.
"Well, I'm not sure what you can't believe, but can you go about it somewhere else? I'm busy."
"You're just flaunting it about now, aren't you?" Snape sneered, his eyes dropping to her chest. "You and Potter."
Lily glanced down and registered exactly what jumper she had thrown on in her haste to get out of the common room so she could snag the best table in the library. There on her chest was the crest of Gryffindor—which was nothing special being that it was her house and all, however, underneath the embroidered crest were the golden stitches of thread that spelled out "CAPTAIN". She had thrown on James's Quidditch jumper, and Lily suddenly understood what Snape had meant about flaunting herself and James.
"I seem to be missing your point." Lily said blandly, raising an eyebrow.
Snape blanched, still, she could see the fury burning in his dark eyes. "You're wearing his name, right there across your back for everyone to see."
Lily glanced over her shoulder, pulling the sleeve so the back of the jumper was visible over her left shoulder. There was more gold thread embroidered into the burgundy material of the jumper, spelling out "POTTER" in big, bold letters.
"I suppose I am." Lily smiled softly before turning back to Snape. "I don't see what it matters to you, though. I thought you didn't care about what mudbloods like me do?"
Snape flinched at the acid in her tone, though he didn't back away. "You're practically announcing to everyone that you're shagging that prick."
Lily rolled her eyes. "Wearing a jumper doesn't announce anything. Even if it did, it wouldn't be any of your business, Snape."
Over Snape's shoulder, Lily could see the doors to the library opening and she craned her neck slightly to see who was entering the room. When she saw the familiar head of messy black hair, she couldn't stop the bright smile from lighting up her face. She knew her cheeks were growing pink with the blush that always took residence on her face in the presence of James, but she didn't care.
Snape watched the change in her features—saw her eyes go from cold and closed off while looking at him to shining with anticipation as a sweet blush covered her cheeks—and turned to see what had caught her attention.
Without looking back at him, Lily waved her hand dismissively. "Run along to your little Death Eater friends now. Don't want to be seen with a dirty little muggleborn, now do we?"
"Bloody arrogant prick! And you," Snape seethed. "You'll see what a mistake you're making, Lily. One day, you'll realize that James Potter isn't worth anything."
Lily turned to him, her eyes burning as she glared at him. "James Potter is a better man that you will ever be. Now leave, and do not ever speak about James like that to me again. In fact, do not speak to me at all."
She reached across the table and shoved the tome he had dropped—something about dark magic, unsurprisingly—closer to him. He snatched it up, shooting her one last scowl before turning on his heel and stalking off through the stacks of books.
When she looked back up, James was standing next to her chair, a slight frown on his face.
"What was that about?" he asked, looking at Lily with concern in his eyes.
"Snape didn't think I was making an appropriate statement with my jumper." She shrugged and smiled up at him, reaching out for his hand to pull him down beside her.
Before he sat, he peered around her and caught sight of his name printed boldly across her back. A grin spread across his face, lighting up his hazel eyes.
"You're wearing my jumper." Lily nodded. "You have my name, right there across your back."
"Is there a problem with that?" Lily laughed, finally managing to tug him into the chair next to hers.
He ran a hand through his unruly hair, the smirk still lighting his features. "Not at all, Evans. You can wear my name anytime you want."
"I keep that in mind." Lily said, leaning over to kiss him lightly on the lips. Before she could pull away, however, James deepened the kiss, cupping her chin in his warm hands to hold her mouth to his own. A breathy sigh escaped from her lips as her eyes fluttered closed. Kissing James was something that would never get old.
Finally, James pulled back, a contented smirk on his charming face. "I brought you something, love."
He gestured to a steaming mug sitting in the middle of the table. Lily grinned and pulled the mug towards her, raising it to her lips. She breathed in the rich aroma of her favorite tea—Earl Grey—and sighed contentedly.
"Just a splash of milk and one spoon of honey." James said, watching as she took a sip of the warm liquid.
"Just how I like it." Lily replied. "I didn't know you knew how I take my tea."
James ruffled his hair again and Lily noticed a hint of a blush coloring his neck. "I know a lot of things about you, love."
Lily shifted in her seat, cupping the warm mug in her hands and kicking her feet up to rest in James's lap. Her Transfiguration essay wasn't due for another week, anyway.
"Oh yeah? Enlighten me then."
James groaned, though he settled back into the chair and rested his hands on her legs, moving his fingers in lazy patterns across her jeans. Even through the fabric, Lily felt goosebumps rise on her skin from his touch.
"Oi." He sighed, seeming resigned. "Well, for starters, I know that you prefer tea in the evenings and coffee with cream first thing in the morning. I know you're not much of a morning person, but you'll get up just to watch the sunrise. You bite your lip when you're nervous or focused. When you're really concentrating on something, you'll wind a piece of your hair around your finger over and over again. I also know that even though you think its cliché, you love lilies. You also love rainstorms and crisp autumn days."
He paused and Lily stared at James in awe, unsure of what to say. He wouldn't raise his gaze to meet hers, and chose instead to focus on the pattern his fingers were tracing up and down her thighs. Lily cleared her throat, trying to brush away the pressure she felt in her chest. James knew so much about her—all the little quirks and odd things she loved, he knew them all.
"Would you look at me?" Lily spoke softly as she leaned forward to catch his eye she placed her mug back onto the table beside her.
James finally looked up, his cheeks pink. "Bit of a git I am, huh? Making myself look like a stalker or something."
"Just observant, I'd say." She replied. "I think its rather sweet, you knowing so much about me."
James rolled his eyes and chuckled, trying to brush it off. Lily dropped her feet to the ground and scooted her chair closer to his, cupping his face between both of her hands. Her green eyes were burning with emotion as they met his hazel ones with a gaze so fierce he couldn't look away.
"I'm serious!"
"You're not Sirius, you're Lily." James joked.
She rolled her eyes, dropping her hands into her lap. "Really, James. I think it's sweet. And you aren't the only one with stalker-ish qualities."
His head shot up, eyes narrowing as he looked at her. "You're just trying to make me feel less like a bloody sod."
Lily shook her head, leaning back as she crossed her arms. As she spoke, she began ticking off her fingers, counting the jumble of facts that she knew about James Potter one by one.
"I know that you, despite your very British ancestry, despise tea. You prefer coffee, very black. I also know that read textbooks—particularly Transfiguration—for the fun of it. Every Hogsmeade trip you buy a boatload of chocolate for Remus and a bloody ridiculous amount of Zonko's supplies for Sirius and Peter, just because. You like to get up early to fly around the Quidditch pitch before the sun comes up because it clears your head and you like the feel of the cold air on your face."
Lily stopped, grinning at James as he looked at her in shock. "Told you, Potter."
James shook his head, letting out a laugh. "I suppose you did, Evans."
Lily sat up again, placing her hands on James's knees and leaning so close to him that their lips were nearly touching.
"Bet I can tell you something you don't know about me." She whispered.
James swallowed. "Oh yeah? What's that?"
Lily brushed her lips over his swiftly—too quickly for it to be an actual kiss, but slow enough to leave James wanting more. Her eyes never left his as she spoke.
"I fall more in love with you every day, James Potter."
Almost before the words were completely out of her mouth, James's lips were crushed against her own. His reaction to her words was heady, a rush of a feeling that left Lily with a tingle of anticipation all the way to her toes. She knew that she had never spoke truer words before. She, Lily Evans, was completely in love with James Potter.
Her hands found their way into the thick mess of his hair, fingers tightening in the strands as his hands gripped her waist and pulled her out of her chair and onto his lap. In the back of her head, she knew that they were not conducting themselves the way they should in the library, but she couldn't bring herself to pull away from James.
After what seemed like an eternity and much too short a time all at once, Lily pulled back and dropped back into her own seat, trying to smooth her hair back from her face and straighten her jumper—James's jumper, really—while simultaneously looking around to see if anyone had seen them.
Luckily, the library was still fairly empty and the few younger students that sat around them didn't seem to notice or care about the two of them.
"And Severus thought me wearing your jumper was flaunting our relationship." She said, laughing.
When she looked back at James his whole face was lit up by his charmingly crooked grin. She shook her head and leaned against James, letting her head fall to rest on his shoulder. His arm came around her, pulling her as close to him as he could with their separate chairs.
"C'mon Evans, let's hurry and get this Transfiguration essay over with so I can go snog you properly." James said, kissing her lightly on the top of the head as he pulled the discarded text closer to them.
"Sounds like a plan, Potter."
Two weeks later, when Lily and James got their essays back, they were not surprised to find that they had only gotten Acceptables, accompanied by a note in Professor McGonagall's swooping writing at the top reading: For two of my top students, I found this essay to be rushed and hastily prepared. I expect to see a return to exemplary work next week.
James winked at Lily as he pointed to the note and mouthed "Worth it". She laughed, nodding along with him. The snogging session that had cut short their work on their essays had definitely been worth it.
