What's that sound? It's the sound of me having nomore exams.
Girlfriend Duties
It was the clack of her heels against the stone floors that alerted him of her presence first, long before she entered the room and greeted him with a derisive snort, "Sirius told me you were down here moping. He said at the rate you're going, you could give the Bloody Baron a run for his money."
"Come to mock me, then?" he asked, his gaze not once wavering from the mouldy stone wall opposite him.
"Fetch you in fact," she corrected. There were three more clacks followed by the rustling of clothing as she sat down on the floor next to him. He could smell the floral scent of her perfume and her warmth surrounded him. "Your mates informed me that it's my civic duty as your girlfriend to come down here and drag you away from this jail cell you're intent on locking yourself in."
"It's a dungeon, actually."
Though he still refused to look her way, James could practically picture the downward curve of her lips as she waved her hand over her should as though brushing his statement away. "A dungeon is just an archaic jail cell. One without any sorts of indoor plumbing and girlfriends don't get to visit nearly as often."
That earned a slight twitch of his lips, one that she didn't miss. "Aha," she said victoriously. "I almost got a smile."
James shoved her lightly with his shoulder and forced the frown back onto his face. "Bugger off, Evans. Let me drown in my misery."
"Can't I'm afraid," she shoved him right back. "Girlfriend duties and all."
"You know, I would have expected you to have made several quips about how this is bringing my head down to size by now," said James, talking towards the wall. "Restraining yourself?"
"Only for you, dear," she said, grasping his hand. The conversation dropped for a moment and the only sounds that could have been heard were the steady drip of water and their quiet breathing. Finally, Lily asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"
He pulled his hands from hers and crossed both arms over his chest before grinding out, "No," with a petulant huff.
"I don't see why you're so cut up about this though," said Lily, slowly but with just the slightest bit of confidence. "You don't even want to play quidditch after we leave here. Why should it matter if Puddlemore rejected you?"
"Is this supposed to be a pep talk? You're crap at pep talks," he interjected, narrowing his eyes at the stone wall. "Really; I think bloody Moaning Myrtle would do a better job at cheering me up. Did you miss this girlfriend duties class or something?"
"Shut up," she swatted his arm, "I wasn't finish as yet, you tosser. What I was going to say was that why should that matter when I think you're an ace quidditch player? Peter and Sirius and Remus all think that you're a great quidditch player. Hell, even McGonagall thinks you're a great quidditch player and you know that if McGonagall thinks so it has to be true. So what if they don't want you? You're wanted right here by all you legions of fans. Which Peter and I are at the head of, of course."
"Okay so maybe you are alright at this whole pep talk thing," he allowed, finally turning to face her. However, the rest of his sentence fell short as he took in her appearance. She had shucked her robes and was sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest so that her skirt was bunched up around her thighs while her tie was loose around her neck with the first two buttons of her shirt undone. He let his gaze travel up and down, noting that she was wearing stockings with their lace tops just visible under her skirt instead of the thick woollen socks prescribed, the complete disarray of her hair and finally the pink colouring staining her lips that reminded him of the first time he left the library with that same pink colour smudged across his jaw and neck in what quickly became a routine for them.
James cocked an eyebrow. "Backup plan?"
Lily shrugged, completely nonplussed at having been found out, and grinned up at him. "Figured if my amazing speech didn't work I could always snog you into submission. At least," she caught his eyes with her challenging gaze, "That's what I learnt at my 'girlfriend duties' classes."
He was no longer paying attention to what she was saying; instead he focused on the candy pink of her lips and how they were tugged up in a little smirk. "You know," he began, his voice coming out strangely strangled, "You could have just started with this."
Her laugh filled the small dungeon cell and echoed off the sides before James swiftly pulled her mouth towards his in a hard kiss, muttering about how great she was at her girlfriendly duties.
This is me getting up to date with the clusterfuck of prompts in my tumblr inbox. Cheers.
