James lay in his bed utterly exhausted. Even after sleeping in past noon he still couldn't bring himself to get out of bed.
He lay staring at the ceiling and feeling uncharacteristically somber. Things with Lily, he had concluded, were ruined.
She probably hated him, yet again, and didn't trust his reasoning for one second. She probably thought he was immature, running around out all night. She probably thought he was irresponsible, putting his life in danger.
He knew on all accounts that she was wrong but he couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth, and he wasn't quite sure why.
The day wore on into the night and James had still not left his room. Finally at 6 pm hunger coupled with his belief that Lily would be out at dinner led him out of his room.
He opened the door and snuck out only to see Lily snuggled on the couch with a book. At first he thought she merely did not notice him, but as he got closer, he saw that she was asleep.
He sat down on the coffee table across from the couch and looked at her. He had never seen her sleep and he was struck with how peaceful she looked.
Usually when he looked at her he could see her emotions in her eyes but asleep she lacked this fiery quality and appeared nothing short of angelic.
Tearing his eyes from her face for a moment James looked down at her book and saw an envelope resting on it. There was a name written on it in her loopy writing: James.
Without a second though James picked up the envelope and carefully opened it. Inside was a small slip of paper that read:
J-
I believe you, and I trust you.
-L
James smiled as he replaced the envelope on the book. At least he knew his relationship with Lily wasn't in complete shambles.
James stood, intending to head to the kitchen to get some dinner when Lily began to stir.
"Hey" said James quietly
"Hey," she answered closing the book abruptly, trapping the letter within it. "You're finally up, I was waiting for you."
"What for?" he asked. Lily didn't answer so he went on. "Dinner has passed so I am going to head to the kitchen to get some food, do you want anything?"
Lily thought for a moment then answered
"Just ask them for what I usually get, they'll know what it is."
"So what am I supposed to say, Can you give me what Lily Evans usually gets so I can bring it to her?"
"Yes that's perfect." James looked puzzled so she asked, "Is that okay? If not I can come with you."
"No, it's fine," said James laughing slightly. "I'll be back in about ten minutes.
Once James left the room Lily opened her book back up and took out the letter. She opened it, read it and then closed it back up again, placing it on the table.
Purposefully she pointed her wand at it. The letter shredded itself into a million tiny pieces making a film of dust on the table. Lily wiped it away thinking to herself that it was better if she didn't let James know how much faith she had in him, after all it would probably just inflate his ego.
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Fifteen minutes later James returned to the common room with a sandwich for himself and what he hoped was what Lily actually wanted.
It had taken him longer than expected because he had spent time asking the elves if they were sure that Lily's 'usual food' was fairly burnt toast, raspberry yogurt and a bowl of whipped cream.
They had assured him twenty times that this was what she always got but he was still not convinced even as he walked through the portrait hole.
Placing the food down in front of her James held his breath as she looked everything over. Finally she spoke,
"I told you they would know what I wanted." She said as she picked up the toast and took a small bite. She then proceeded to spread a bit of yogurt on the toast and continued to eat. James sighed with relief then moved onto the real issue.
"Lily, what the hell?" she looked startled for a moment "Whose usual food is burnt toast, yogurt and plain whipped cream?"
"It's not that out of the ordinary, you'd think I was eating pickles with ice cream or something like that from the way your reacting."
"Pickles and ice cream seems normal compared to this, at least both those items taste good separately. Who purposefully eats burnt toast?"
"I do, and clearly you just have to know why, don't you?" she asked and James nodded as he started on his sandwich. "My mother is, well, she's a horrid cook, she always burns the toast, and you know it's not that hard to cook toast. I guess I've just gotten used to it though, it reminds me of home."
"Well I'll let that slide then, but who puts yogurt on their toast, haven't you heard of jam?"
"I don't like jam, I like yogurt. This is how I eat my toast. Goodness, you don't see me criticizing what you are eating even though I find sandwiches to be less than delicious."
"At least they are normal." Retorted James smiling, even though Lily seemed mad he could somehow sense that this was playful banter and not a full fledged fight.
"How do you know that a sandwich isn't actually what is not normal and everyone is weird besides me, because yogurt on toast is actually normal?"
"I can barely follow what you are saying let alone respond to it." Said James pushing his empty plate aside.
"I suppose that means I win." Lily said triumphantly as she reached for a spoon and took the bowl of whipped cream in her hand.
"Not so fast." Said James getting up from his chair and sitting down on the couch next to Lily. "Eating whipped cream plain will never be normal, why do you do that?"
"It just tastes good, and you shouldn't knock something until you've tried it."
"Fine then," said James, "let me try it."
"No way! You think I would let someone who just dissed everything I eat try some of my food, dream on! You should have gotten your own if you wanted some."
By the end of Lily's mini rant James had decided to take matters into his own hands, literally. He quickly stuck his finger into Lily's bowl intending to steal some of her whipped cream. Lily was too quick for him though.
"What do you think you are doing?!" she said forcefully grabbing his wrist as he was about to taste the whipped cream.
She stared straight into his eyes as she pulled his hand away from his mouth. Before she knew what she was doing she had put her own mouth around his finger and sucked all the whipped cream off it.
James was speechless. He was amazed that Lily had actual done that and he was incredibly turned on from feeling her warm wet perfect mouth anywhere on his body, even his finger.
When he could finally breathe again James sighed in what could only be interpreted as desire, then he spoke,
"Apparently you don't appreciate people messing with your food." Lily blushed furiously,
"Apparently not," she replied while thinking to herself, 'What did I just do?'
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A/N sorry this chapter is a bit short but I really like it and I hope you do too! Thanks to anyone who reviews!
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