James woke the next morning, his head aching just a little from the hangover. He had had worse. He rolled over and groaned, only now realizing he was naked. And so was Lily.

Oh Merlin.

Please say they hadn't-

But, sure enough, when he searched his memory he found last night in it. He and Lily certainly had… oh, merlin. It was not supposed to happen this way. Not when they were both drunk and unprepared. It was supposed to be planned. It was going to be romantic and special, not something the both of them could hardly remember after a night of heavy drinking.

But it was too late to change that now.

"Ugh, bagshot's left tit." Lily groaned, waking next to him "i think i'm going to puke."

She lay there for a moment that seemed far too long to James before he began to see in her face that she was putting together the pieces.

"Oh, no," she moaned, rolling off the bed and bringing a sheet with her as she leaned down and picked up James's shirt off the floor. And then walked a few steps and found her dress by the doorway.

"Please say we didn't…" she massaged one of her temples with her fingers, holding the sheet she had wrapped around herself with the other hand.

"I think we did."

"That's not how it was supposed to go!"

"Believe me, i know."

"I take it back." she plopped down on the bed again "that doesn't count. We get to do again and count it as the first. Drunk shagging doesn't count."

"Fine, fine," James agreed "we get to do it again." he rolled back over, pressing his face into his pillow.

"Ah, shit," he heard Lily mutter

"Hmm?" he inquired, his face still pressed into the cotton pillowcase.

"I have to be to work at ten and it's already nine thirty. Shit." James felt her weight go off the bed and heard her scuffle off to the shower. Guess that left him on breakfast duty. And apparently the both of them were just going to pretend last night didn't happen. Great. He could work with that.

James stood up, his head throbbing a little with each step he took. He got dressed and hurried into the kitchen and started the pancake batter. Pancakes and sausage. Good hangover food.

He worked quickly, flipping the sausages and pancakes as they sizzled on the pan. After all those mornings helping the house elves had actually turned him into a pretty decent cook.

Lily came bustling into the kitchen at nine forty-three. She grabbed a plate from the cabinet and began loading it with food.

"Gee, Lil. hungry?"

"Ughhh," was her only response as she poured liberal amounts of syrup on everything on her plate and began shoveling it into her mouth with a fork.

"Good grief if you don't slow down you'll- you'll… i don't even know what would happen at this rate, but if you keep eating like that i expect we'll find out."

"Oh, shut it," she murmured through her full mouth

"What time do you work till tonight?" he asked, filling his own plate with food

"Six," she swallowed "and i am not looking forward to it. My head isn't either."

"I can understand that." James agreed. Even though he had had his fair share of hangovers he still wasn't fond of them.

"Well," Lily shoved her plate in the sink a minute later "gotta go. See you tonight."

"See you tonight," James agreed as she hurried out the door.

Now to just go about his day and pretend that he hadn't just lost his virginity last night.