My darling, darlings!
My muse cooperated last night, and thus I was able to write this chapter. I must warn you that there is smut in this chapter. Smut. Not between Hermione and Remus though, that's all I'm going to say, but there's still smut ;) This chapter is a bit of a flashback chapter, after this we'll be back to the present.
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Sunday, March 25th, 1979
Potter Manor
The birds happily chirping outside their window is driving him mental. The damn birds have been singing since dawn broke, and that's practically when everyone finally made it to their beds.
James peers over at the redhead soundly slumbering beside him and purses his lips. Lucky witch can sleep through anything. Some of her hair is falling in her face, and she barely managed to scrub off most of her makeup before she collapsed in bed a couple hours ago.
Her wedding dress is strewn across the floor beside most of his clothes, the only stitch of clothing on her is her cream lace panty. He was simply in black boxers.
James props himself up on his side, leaning forward to pull the blanket up further on his wife's body. His wife. It feels so surreal, and in that moment he's afraid to look away from her, because if he does she's sure to disappear.
He doesn't know how long he lay there watching her, his fingers lightly stroking along her side, but then she makes a soft sound, and she begins to blink lazily.
"What time is it?" She murmurs, turning her head into her pillow.
"Not long after we went to sleep," James responds softly, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder.
Lily stiffens beneath him, and she almost smacks him in the face with her body-he was just pulling back-as she sits up abruptly.
She practically launches herself at him, and next thing he knows, she's cradling his face and her breasts are brushing against his chest.
"Lily?"
"We didn't have sex last night!" Lily exclaims, bright green eyes widening exponentially.
I take it that's my cue to put up locking and silencing charms, James thinks to himself, hurriedly muttering the spells under his breath before everyone in the Manor hears their conversation...and anything else that's likely to occur.
"No...we didn't," James says slowly.
"We have to consummate our marriage!" Lily says with urgency, squeezing his face.
"Love. Not that I don't really want to do that too, but shouldn't we both get some more sleep?" James asks.
Lily quirks an eyebrow, and he instantly recognises the look. He wasn't sure whether to thank Merlin or Morgana in that moment. She'd taken the question as a challenge.
"When I'm through with you, we'll both be able to get plenty of sleep," Lily smirks, catching her bottom lip beneath her front teeth.
"Godric I love you," James chuckles, tilting his face up and kissing her chin.
Lily frowns, her bottom lip now sticking out in a pout. James rolls his eyes at the display. He's also thankful that she's so close, because anything further than about six inches away and he can't see anything.
James sits up, bringing Lily with him, and kicks off the sheets that are in the way. Pulling her flush against him, and this time he captures her lips in a searing kiss.
Lily grins into the kiss, one hand on his nape, playing with the short hairs there, and the other delving into the messy mop of raven hair on his head.
"Baby, I want you to fuck me," Lily pants into their kiss.
"What's the magic word?" James laughs, happy that his tongue is still in his mouth or Lily probably would have nipped at it for being an arrogant toerag.
"Don't know what you're talking about," Lily says harshly, biting down on his bottom lip, suckling away it at a split second later.
"Okay, darling," James says, and he rolls his hips upwards, in full contact with Lily's centre and he knows that she felt the bulge in his pants.
"Potter," Lily snarls, pulling on his hair.
"Potter," James retorts.
"Fucking wanker. Just fuck me already," Lily growls, the hand by his nape moving down to tug at his boxers waistband in protest.
"Say please," James whispers against her lips. Lily presses her lips against his, her nails digging into his skin.
"Please. You wanker."
"You married this wanker," James smirked.
"I did," Lily says, leaning back a little bit, and James sees that tears are starting to brim in her eyes.
"Hey, hey, hey, it's a happy thing right?" James says, hands grasping her face, and his thumbs wipe away the tears that begin to leak over.
"Of course it is. I just love you so much," Lily cries, her arms wrapping around him, and before either of them knows it, he's hugging her to him, one hand around her back, the other cradling the back of head.
"I love you, Lily Potter," James says in a soothing tone.
At some point they shift so that James is lying on his back and Lily is laying on top of him. Lily pushes herself up, and her dark eyelashes flutter for a moment before she leans in and kisses her wizard deeply. There's something potent and raw in the way their lips move against each other, something vulnerable in their shared soft pants.
James isn't sure how it happens, but their remaining clothing is discarded. Skin to skin. Whispered sweet nothings, James wiping the remainder of Lily's tears, a slow rolling of her hips, his move up to meet hers. His arms are wrapped around her back, her fingers are pulling at the sheets on either side of him.
It's slow and the heat builds up exponentially, Lily is whimpering and James is so close. With a loud grunt, he spills over the edge and they both lay there for a moment, sweat dripping and panting heavily.
"Your turn," James pants out, and Lily makes a small squeak when he flips them over. Lily's bright green eyes are shining with love and sparkling with mischief. James slides down her body, reaching up to interlace their fingers with one hand, the other holding down one of her creamy thighs as his head dips between her legs.
Lily's back arches when his tongue swipes up-a long, slow stroke. He's lapping at her cunt, and her free hand is fisted in his hair. It's only a matter of time before her thighs are quivering and she's screaming his name and she too falls over the edge.
Lily lets go of his hair and brushes it back, away from his forehead. James rests his cheek against her thigh and grins smugly.
"C'mere," Lily says in a light, airy tone, her chest rising and falling. James turns his head to place a gentle kiss on her thigh.
James crawls up his witch's body and carefully placing his body along the length of hers. He peppers kisses on her cheek, and Lily begins to laugh gaily.
Lily's arms slide across his back, and she grasps one of her wrists with her other hand, hugging him tightly.
That is how they both fall asleep, slipping away into the land of dreams, holding each other in each other's arms.
Tuesday, March 27th, 1979
James Potter's birthday
Potter Manor
Orchards
"I brought more Firewhisky!" Sirius exclaims as he crosses the slightly wet grass to where everyone else is gathered around the firepit on the edge of the Orchards.
The Marauders had spent two days building it a couple years ago, piling the stone in a big circle-at least a three and a half foot radius. When they were finished with the pit, the boys had managed to cut down a few of the older trees that were in danger of falling down anyways, to form a wide ring of seats around the firepit.
It had been used on many a mirthful night before, but this was the first time since the golden trio had come into their time.
The radiant flames devour the logs and kindling that they had carefully piled together earlier, crackling and thin tongue of fire are lashing at the sky above.
Lily is sitting on James's lap, her long hair thrown up into a messy bun, her tattoo on full display and the slightly orange glow from the flames is bathing her and everyone else in the near vicinity.
Harry and Ron greet Sirius, and the three wizards strike up a conversation, laughing about something or another.
Remus however is much more interested in the brunette beside him, who is currently staring-almost in a trance-like fashion-at the flames.
"Hermione," Remus leans over and whispers in her ear. The witch stiffens slightly, but relaxes almost instantly. She turns towards him with a warm smile, one that lights a toasty heat in his chest.
"Remus," Hermione says, shifting so that she's closer to him, their sides now touching from their shoulders to their thighs.
"You okay?"
"Grand," Hermione says. Remus cocks an eyebrow expectantly, he may not have known her for that long, but he does know that she isn't being entirely honest.
"You sure?" Remus asks, putting his butterbeer on the grass, and keeping it upright between the insides of his feet. He leans in closer, not even hesitating before he wraps one arm around her shoulders.
Hermione's blush creeps onto her cheeks, and the shadows from the fire are flickering across her face. Remus bites his lip, teeth catching on his lip ring.
Neither of them has made anything official yet, why he isn't sure, but he is simply enjoying everything as it unfolds.
Remus can hear Hermione's heartbeat quicken, he sees her eyes flutter shut, and she leans in.
Remus meets her halfway, and her lips are so soft, and yet she is nothing but fire.
It feels like he's playing with a literal ball of fire as she kisses him, searing kisses.
She's pressing closer and closer, and his senses are being smothered by caramel and vanilla. It's delightful. Everything feels right, and like it's fitting into place.
Hermione seems to have a fascination with playing with his lip ring with her tongue, and he absolutely loves it. He loves how her hands delve so easily into his hair, and how she opens up entirely to him.
He doesn't care that Sirius is wolf whistling in the background, or that Lily just stole the bottle of Firewhisky from a protesting Sirius and is now taking a long drag straight from the bottle.
All he's concerned about now is the witch in his arms, who is soft yet all fire and heat at the same time. She nips his bottom, seeking full entrance to his mouth and he readily gives it to her. His fingers dance along her spine and pull her in closer.
Her light pants are going to be his undoing. Moony is fully awake, and he seems to want something, but Remus has no idea what it is. He's trying, desperately, to tell Remus something, but he can't focus on that now. It's inconsequential.
Remus's hand moves of its own accord, and before he knows it, Hermione is sideways in his lap, her hands grasping his face-nails lightly scratching against slight scruff on his face.
One of his hands is on her arse, the other on her waist.
She's wearing a pair of black leggings and a dark brown jumper and short ankle boots, and he's just glad she isn't wearing a dress, cause he doesn't trust that his hands wouldn't have wondered.
It seems to occur to them both simultaneously that they have company, and the kiss slows, ending with a small kiss on the corner of Remus's mouth.
"You done, Moony?" Sirius asks, wriggling his eyebrows. He raises the bottle of Firewhisky that he had just stolen back from Lily, and proposes a toast, "to James, my best mate. Happy birthday, Prongs. I will now drink to your health."
Hermione looks down and frowns; as a result of their spontaneous snogging session, Remus's butterbeer spilled.
"Oi! It's bad luck if we all don't drink!" Remus exclaims, holding Hermione securely around the waist and standing up. Carefully putting her down before hurrying over to Sirius. Stealing away the Firewhisky bottle and taking a swig himself.
James laughs as he takes a drag from his butterbeer, and Lily takes a sip from the glass of Firewhisky she poured herself. Ron and Harry had their own bottle of Firewhisky that they had been sharing the entire evening.
Hermione rolls her eyes before walking up to Remus and taking the bottle from him, taking a sip and grimacing slightly as the burning liquid scorches a trail down her throat.
Hermione hands it back to him, patting his chest before going over to Harry and Ron and squeezing herself between them.
She grabs a hold of Ron's hand and lays her head on Harry's shoulder.
"It's amazing how much can change in such a short period of time," Ron says, giving Hermione's hand a light squeeze.
"It is," Hermione agrees with a nod, her other hand moving to grasp Harry's.
That is how they stayed, the golden trio simply revelling in the moment, admiring how strange yet wonderful it is that they are where they are.
Sirius, Remus, James and Lily begin to dance around the firepit, singing a song that Dorea had taught the boys one summer, and it had become a tradition to sing it around the fire.
It's not long before the golden trio gets dragged into the festivities, feeling alive and free. Singing songs from days long since gone, created by people long since buried in the earth and at peace.
The fire seems to dance alongside them, swirling and twirling.
They celebrate into the night, until the flames begin to dwindle and the begin to tire. Their bodies pleading for sleep, and sleep they did. They all barely make it back into the house-reaching the Sun Room-before they collapse.
Sprawled across the various pieces of furniture, Hermione, Ron and Harry on one couch-somehow all squished together-Lily and James on one daybed and Sirius and Remus on another.
They slumber as the inky blue sky bleeds into lighter, more colourful colours. All of them happy, and healthy. For now.
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