By the way, disclaimer goes here: I don't own Harry Potter. At all. So yeah.


60. Shopping


They'd been shagging for about a month when James began complaining about Lily's lack of exotic wardrobe and insisted on going to the shop in Hogsmeade that sold things like that. She tried to dissuade him- only girls "like that" and overeager third years ever went in there, but he convinced her.

"I like this," he said, presenting a series of lacy strings.

Lily stared at it. "Don't even ask me how that works." She held up a pair of flower-print briefs. "I like these."

"That's so boring," James complained.

"And that's" said Lily, "why you're my horny little stag."