Disclaimer: I own some of the characters, the plot, a pink pencil and this cute little silver laptop otherwise the rest belongs to JK and some other people. The quote is from the hilarious movie Happy Gilmore.
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Uninvited AffectionChapter 7: "Sir, can I trouble you for a warm glass of milk? It helps me go to sleep."
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Walking down the hall he instantly recognized the redhead at the end of it. She was tapping her foot impatiently and smacking gum around. Figures, she forgot the password he thought to himself. Reaching his destination he prepared himself, for a lecture from Dumbledore and Lily's constant bitchiness.
"Lemon Drops." The passageway instantly opened. Lily walked through completely ignoring James.
"Ladies first." He mumbled and followed.
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Dumbledore surveyed the two students sitting in front of him with interest. There couldn't be two people more different. Studying the way the black-haired Mr. Potter was staring at Ms. Evans he knew that feelings had changed; maybe not for both, but at least for one. Smiling softly he began his reprimand.
"Mr. Potter, Ms. Evans the way you two presented yourselves at the prefects meeting yesterday was very disturbing. I was unhappy to see the way you two acted in front of such a large crowd, and the taunts were very derogatory and uncalled for. Now, you two are wonderful students, but if this carries on you will have the aforementioned punishment. I really would like to see you get along." He paused scrutinizing their reactions.
"In order for you to complete your task I have arranged for you and all other prefects to have rooms to work in privately. Yours is located behind the portrait of the dragon near the entrance to the dungeons. The password is 'Golden Slumbers'. I trust you will be able to find the room. You are both dismissed." With that he watched the teenagers leave his room.
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Before Lily could walk off to Arithmacy, James grabbed her wrist. "I have Quidditch meetings all week. Saturday morning at 10 after breakfast?"
"Trying to kill the poor souls already Jimmy?" She taunted.
"Great, then Saturday morning it is." Spinning around he ran down the corridor towards Divination.
"Wait! I might be busy Saturday!" She called down the hall, but he was out of hearing range. Damn you Potter, she thought.
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Saturday morning had come too early. Stretching he stared at his clock, 8:30. He still had plenty of time to shower, dress, and finish up that stupid Potions essay. Five days into the New Year and he already had two essays due Monday, Quidditch practice every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday not to mention they still hadn't gone to Hogsmeade to load up. Sighing he stripped down and let the warm water relax him.
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Breakfast was almost over and Lily hadn't shown. Chard had been in briefly but had said something about going to the library and she had left. Staring at his Belgian waffles, he wondered where his darrrling Lily had gone.
"Yo Prongs, wasn't her highness supposed to meet you to go make out after breakfast?" Sirius asked while chewing.
"Padfoot keep that mouth closed it's repulsive. We were supposed to meet to talk, but Princess seems to be missing."
"No shit man." Rolling his eyes James got up from the table and headed towards the 'oh-so-forbidden' territory of the Gryffindor girls' dormitories.
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Lily clutched her forehead. Just staring at the tray of food Chard had brought up was making her sick. Taking a sip of the orange juice she suddenly spit it out and threw it towards the door. That tastes absolutely horrid! The bitter taste in her mouth was still there. A croissant and some strawberries followed the path of the orange juice. With the last strawberry she heard a loud 'Ouch!'. It looked like Pope James had just entered the room. Let the bullshit commence!
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Though they looked harmless and didn't hurt much, strawberries left nasty stains on clean white shirts. Mumbling a spell he removed it. He also magically retrieved the other falling foods and took the orange juice stain out of the carpet. What the hell has got her panties in such a bunch? He wondered, his question was soon answered. Eyes closed, buried in blankets, all that was visible of Lillian was a few tangled locks of red hair. Carefully unrolling the blankets he stared at 'sleeping' face.
"Rise and shine Princess, it's 10 o'clock and Saturday."
"Aw, so now I get complimentary wake-up calls on the weekends. You shouldn't have James."
"You're late. You didn't show up to breakfast." He sat down next to her leaning back on the headboard.
"Do you always have to state the goddamn obvious?" Clutching her forehead she let out a small gasp of pain. Instinctively James moved his hand to her forehead and rubbed small circles softly. Her face immediately relaxed.
"You're burning up, I'm taking you to the Infirmary." He tried to prop her up but she refused.
"Hell no. I hate being holed up in there. Just keep rubbing my forehead it makes the pain go away." He obliged as she closed her eyes. Taking two pills off the nearby breakfast tray he slipped them into her mouth forcing a bit of orange juice down as well. She sputtered and her eyes popped open.
"So the great Lily Evans is still afraid of popping a little pill." James smirked as Lily scowled.
"There's nothing wrong with that." Was her muffled reply and James wasn't sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him, but it looked like she was blushing. The fever must be getting to her.
"Princess, when you're sixteen it does become a problem." Seeing that she was genuinely sick he straightened the blanket, puffed the pillow and was sliding off when he heard her talk.
"Read to me." She scooted towards him resting her head on his thigh.
Breathe James, just breathe. He tried to keep his voice from shaking as he asked, "What book Princess?"
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Opening one heavy eyelid, Lily tried to orient herself. Her headache had subsided, but her stomach still felt very squeamish. Her body still felt slightly warm. The room still bright meaning it was into the afternoon. She could hear the harmonious voice speaking the words of some familiar book. Whose voice is that? She tried to place the familiar accent. James! She breathed in the sweet smell of his cologne and then internally slapped herself. You are not attracted to James Potter in anyway! Okay maybe Chard was right, he isn't half bad looking. He's still an egotistical, self-righteous bastard, though. With that thought she snuggled deeper into his warm body and closed her eyes.
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In the next chapters: They'll mainly be planning but soon before their ball which is scheduled for December 21st there will be a little…sexual tension…Keep reading and pushing that little button the left side of your screen would be very nice!