Fluff! Get your fresh fluff here! Fluff going spare! We have fluff coming
out of our ears! Another short and pointless L/J fic that doesn't really
require much thought so I'm writing it during my exams just to keep myself
going! More chapters to come. Free fluff anyone?
I don't own anything except the concepts you've never heard of before. I wonder how much money I'd get for them. . . J K Rowling owns the plasticine; I just play with it.
Please don't sue me; I am only a fourteen-year-old with a word-processor and a copy of the New Penguin English Dictionary.
And now, our feature presentation. . .
~*~Four~*~Do Not Abort Mission. . . ~*~
"Pst! Tessa! I need your help!"
Tessa Fields looked up from her Charms textbook. Unfortunately, NEWTs coursework didn't do itself.
"Oh! Hi James! Where's Lily?" It was odd when Lily was somewhere for James to be somewhere else. This was very rare spectacle.
"In the Library, but I need you not to tell her I'm telling you this, or tell anyone else because they'll tell her or else everything'll be ruined."
"Wait, how does that work?" Tessa frowned.
"I'm just telling you not to tell anyone," James reiterated.
"Oh, that makes sense," Tessa said, relieved. "So what did you want to tell me that you were telling me not to tell anyone?"
"Wait, what was that?" asked James, confused.
"Spill the beans, buddy," Tessa said.
"Well, I need you to help me pick something out for Lily," James asked.
"Alright, what is it? Chocolate? A hat? Underwear?"
"No, no, no," James said, going a little red. If he were ever to buy Lily underwear it would be after he'd picked out this thing first. "It's jewellery, and I know nothing about nice jewellery." Tessa made an impressed noise.
"Wow, but I thought you got your mum to help you choose that necklace you got her last year."
"Well, yes, but that was just a Christmas present, she could have taken it back if she'd wanted, and this time it isn't a necklace, it's a ring."
Tessa's elbow slipped of the table, knocking all her books to the floor, however she didn't even seem to notice.
"A ring?!" she mouthed very obviously.
James nodded.
"You're not. . .asking her. . .asking her to. . ."
James nodded, a bit of a grin on his face. Tessa emitted a noise that sounded like a whistling kettle.
"Why? How? When?" she demanded, as James desperately tried to quieten her down.
"Why? Because she is the one; how? I don't know, I'm working on that one; when? Sometime after our NEWTs I think, I don't want Lily to have any distractions during the dreaded exam period."
"Who else knows?" she asked breathlessly.
"Er, Moony, Padfoot and Wormtail, and they're the only ones."
"Oh good, I'm going to have to discuss this with someone! Otherwise I'm probably going to explode!"
"No! No! No! You must not tell anyone!" James whispered urgently as she nodded and tried to calm down, not for long, however.
Tessa's inner kettle boiled again.
"Oh, I'm so excited!" she gasped, on the verge of hyperventilating. "This is so cool! Who would have thought? James Potter and Lily Evans. . ."
James left her to her delirious ramblings and went to find Lily. She was sitting at a table in the Library with Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. His best friend looked up but James put a finger to his lips. Silently, he transformed into his Animagus and smiled when Lily didn't even notice. She was so focused on learning the forty uses of Ruffleleaf Pollen that she didn't even look up when Remus and Sirius were red in the face from trying not to laugh.
James's hooves shifted closer to the legs of her chair and a stag's eyes stared at what she was working on. Grinning inside, he bent his head and lightly dusted her cheek by flapping his long ear. Lily shook her head slightly and closed her eyes to test herself on the first ten uses of her list. The stag blew air out of his nose in frustration and Sirius stuffed a fist into his mouth.
James bent his head again and carefully unhooked a coil of red hair from behind his girlfriend's ear with the tip if his antler. Lily took absolutely no notice at all, she just shifted her fingers from her forehead and swept her hair back behind her ear. Remus gave the stag a look that said: "If this is the amount of attention your fiancée is going to give you then you'd better get her a really big ring!"
The stag shifted its hooves again and snorted in annoyance. Sirius fell off his chair in hilarity. James quietly moved his nose close to Lily's face as his tongue darted out to lick her freckled cheek. She gasped in shock as she opened her eyes and laughed a little as she faced him.
Finally! thought James happily.
"James! Change back before Madam Pince comes in and discovers a wild animal in the Library!" James chuckled as his figure shrunk to a kneeling boy's. He wiped Lily's cheek with his sleeve and kissed her properly.
"I'm bored," he complained.
"Well, wait a minute, I'll shift some of this stuff," Lily said, flustering about for a minute. While her attention was diverted, Sirius and Remus made ring signs with their thumbs and forefingers with questioning looks on their faces.
She said she would, James mouthed at them. Remus grinned and Sirius made a thumbs-up sign.
"It's alright," he said out loud to Lily. "I'll just sit here." Within three seconds Lily found her seat has been stolen and she was now sitting on the lap of a messy-haired boy with round glasses.
"You really must teach me that," remarked Sirius. Lily sighed.
"Well, as long as you're here, you can help me learn these," she said, picking up her list.
"It's perfectly easy Lily dearest, all you have to do is take the first five letters of each one and they spell out the lyrics of Celestina Warbeck's latest hit."
Lily frowned as she scanned the list.
"Well, I never. . ." she muttered in awe. "How on Earth did you find that?"
"Sirius was singing in the shower as I was learning them," James explained. He took the list from her and slipped it inside her open book, closing it and gathering up her things. "Well that's that sorted. Come to Hogsmeade with me tonight?" he pleaded.
"Sneak out again? But I have all this to revise," Lily protested.
"But you know it back to front and upside-down anyway," James dismissed. "Please? Please? Please?"
"I don't know. . ."
"Good enough!" James stated. He grabbed her round the waist, stood up and slung her over his shoulder.
"Have a good time!" called Sirius, winking at Lily, who was, by now, used to being transported like a sack of potatoes.
"What's in it for me?" she asked, teasing.
"What, apart from the amazingly entertaining pleasure of my company? I'll buy you some hot chocolate."
"You had better; I don't sneak out for nothing you know," Lily feigned haughtiness.
"Or anyone," agreed James as the made their exit. "Only one man could persuade the Great Lily Evans to break a school rule."
"Yes, and unfortunately, I'm going out with the poor sod."
"Poor sod? Try luckiest guy on Earth."
He set her down beside the statue of the one-eyed witch, pulled out his wand and tapped the statue, muttering "Dissendium".
"Now is the time to make a run for it, you know," he told her with a wink.
"Make a run for it? Not likely! I want my hot chocolate!"
"In that case, after you my lady."
"Why thank you my lord."
In the darkness of the tunnel, only dimly lit by the light of James's wand, he reached over and took her hand, watching a small smile blossom on her face. They emerged in the storage room of Huneydukes sweetshop and unlocked the door from the inside, stepping out into the warm summer night air. The only light spilling onto the cobbled street was from the Three Broomsticks and the two students headed over to the small pub.
James hung up their cloaks and followed Lily to the bar where they sat down, hands still clasped.
"Afternoon dears," Madam Rosemerta trilled, as she swept over to them, clacking her heals all the way. "What can I get you?"
"A tankard of Hot Chocolate, my good woman, and two mugs, please," James added.
"Oh you," the barwoman smiled. "Here, are you supposed to be out of school at this hour?" she asked cheerfully.
"Well, you know, strictly speaking. . .we are. . .as you say. . .stretching certain. . .barriers. . ." James dribbled. Madam Rosemerta made a noise of understanding and tapped the side of her nose.
"Don't worry dears, I can keep a secret when I want to," she winked, setting down their order and sweeping up James's coins. "Enjoy your beverage."
While they were sitting down, giving themselves moustaches with the cream of their hot chocolates, James was thinking about how much he loved the girl sitting next to him. It was strange, but when she had been shy at the beginning of school, she had been intriguing and interesting enough, now the more he found out about her, the more captivating and enchanting she became. The liquid in the tankard became less and less and soon they were stepping out onto the cobbled street again.
James looked up when he felt the drops on his face. Rain came down, stronger and stronger, splattering his glasses. Lily retreated to the dry of the pub's doorway. James grinned at her.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you it's rude to linger in doorways?" he teased her.
Her eyes widened as she surveyed the extreme weather condition in the street. "James, are you mad? It's pouring!"
"Aw, come on, Lily! We'll make a run for it, Ready?"
"No!" laughed Lily.
"One, two, three!" shouted James. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the street with him. They sprinted full tilt into the rain towards the sweetshop, and James thought they were going to make it until he slipped up and went flying into a puddle, landing on his arse and pulling Lily to a stop beside him. She gasped.
"James, are you alright?" she asked urgently.
"I think I've broken something," James said worriedly.
"Oh no!" cried Lily. "I knew we shouldn't have come out! Are you really hurt? Can you walk?"
"I don't think so," James said in a painful voice. "A broken arse is probably going to set me back a month! I'll have to miss my NEWTs!"
Lily stared down at him for a minute, then a burst of ridiculous giggles gushed out of her.
"What?" asked James in mock scandal.
"James, you are sitting in a puddle, telling me you've broken your arse," she forced out between her laughs.
"It's all good, clean fun," grinned James scooping up a little water and splashing her with it.
"Come on, we'll get Madam Pomfrey to inspect your injury," Lily said, a sly smile on her face.
"You know, suddenly, it's feeling so much better," James said quickly, letting her hoist him up. "Look, I'm even dancing in the rain!"
Lily had to be tagged along behind the skipping eighteen-year-old as he twirled in front of her, kicking up puddles a little more frequently than she would have thought.
"James, you're crazy!" she told him, smiling however.
"Ha! Whose fault is that?" he accused, poking her in the chest. Rain was falling onto her cheeks, soaking her freckles. All of a sudden, James wanted her to. . .
"Would you care to dance with me, my lady?" he asked her, holding out his hand again.
Lily brought her hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh. James, James, James, always the perfect gentleman.
Normally, she would have protested, if half-heartedly, or teasingly. But now, in the rain, already soaked to the bone and with the boy she loved, it all told her to say yes.
"Of course," she said quietly, taking his hand. James pulled her to him and started a tango-like dance around the benches of the street. Twirling her around the cobbles he asked her:
"So was it worth it?"
"What?" she asked, smiling in spite of herself. James rolled her in like a yoyo and sent her out again.
"Ignoring your revision and sneaking out," he said, smiling with her. Lily pretended to think for a minute as she ducked under his arm while twirling.
"Um. . ." she started to say, when James wrapped both his arms around her, picked her up a little bit, (ignoring the rather unromantic squelch their wet clothes made against one another) and laid such a kiss on her that she probably would have been floating anyway without his help.
Lily's hands came up to his face as he set her down slowly and they broke away.
"Definitely," she replied decidedly.
***
Cheers to my three more reviewers: Blue Smurfette Loves Cheese, hotmegan squareskirt, Phaerie
I don't own anything except the concepts you've never heard of before. I wonder how much money I'd get for them. . . J K Rowling owns the plasticine; I just play with it.
Please don't sue me; I am only a fourteen-year-old with a word-processor and a copy of the New Penguin English Dictionary.
And now, our feature presentation. . .
~*~Four~*~Do Not Abort Mission. . . ~*~
"Pst! Tessa! I need your help!"
Tessa Fields looked up from her Charms textbook. Unfortunately, NEWTs coursework didn't do itself.
"Oh! Hi James! Where's Lily?" It was odd when Lily was somewhere for James to be somewhere else. This was very rare spectacle.
"In the Library, but I need you not to tell her I'm telling you this, or tell anyone else because they'll tell her or else everything'll be ruined."
"Wait, how does that work?" Tessa frowned.
"I'm just telling you not to tell anyone," James reiterated.
"Oh, that makes sense," Tessa said, relieved. "So what did you want to tell me that you were telling me not to tell anyone?"
"Wait, what was that?" asked James, confused.
"Spill the beans, buddy," Tessa said.
"Well, I need you to help me pick something out for Lily," James asked.
"Alright, what is it? Chocolate? A hat? Underwear?"
"No, no, no," James said, going a little red. If he were ever to buy Lily underwear it would be after he'd picked out this thing first. "It's jewellery, and I know nothing about nice jewellery." Tessa made an impressed noise.
"Wow, but I thought you got your mum to help you choose that necklace you got her last year."
"Well, yes, but that was just a Christmas present, she could have taken it back if she'd wanted, and this time it isn't a necklace, it's a ring."
Tessa's elbow slipped of the table, knocking all her books to the floor, however she didn't even seem to notice.
"A ring?!" she mouthed very obviously.
James nodded.
"You're not. . .asking her. . .asking her to. . ."
James nodded, a bit of a grin on his face. Tessa emitted a noise that sounded like a whistling kettle.
"Why? How? When?" she demanded, as James desperately tried to quieten her down.
"Why? Because she is the one; how? I don't know, I'm working on that one; when? Sometime after our NEWTs I think, I don't want Lily to have any distractions during the dreaded exam period."
"Who else knows?" she asked breathlessly.
"Er, Moony, Padfoot and Wormtail, and they're the only ones."
"Oh good, I'm going to have to discuss this with someone! Otherwise I'm probably going to explode!"
"No! No! No! You must not tell anyone!" James whispered urgently as she nodded and tried to calm down, not for long, however.
Tessa's inner kettle boiled again.
"Oh, I'm so excited!" she gasped, on the verge of hyperventilating. "This is so cool! Who would have thought? James Potter and Lily Evans. . ."
James left her to her delirious ramblings and went to find Lily. She was sitting at a table in the Library with Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. His best friend looked up but James put a finger to his lips. Silently, he transformed into his Animagus and smiled when Lily didn't even notice. She was so focused on learning the forty uses of Ruffleleaf Pollen that she didn't even look up when Remus and Sirius were red in the face from trying not to laugh.
James's hooves shifted closer to the legs of her chair and a stag's eyes stared at what she was working on. Grinning inside, he bent his head and lightly dusted her cheek by flapping his long ear. Lily shook her head slightly and closed her eyes to test herself on the first ten uses of her list. The stag blew air out of his nose in frustration and Sirius stuffed a fist into his mouth.
James bent his head again and carefully unhooked a coil of red hair from behind his girlfriend's ear with the tip if his antler. Lily took absolutely no notice at all, she just shifted her fingers from her forehead and swept her hair back behind her ear. Remus gave the stag a look that said: "If this is the amount of attention your fiancée is going to give you then you'd better get her a really big ring!"
The stag shifted its hooves again and snorted in annoyance. Sirius fell off his chair in hilarity. James quietly moved his nose close to Lily's face as his tongue darted out to lick her freckled cheek. She gasped in shock as she opened her eyes and laughed a little as she faced him.
Finally! thought James happily.
"James! Change back before Madam Pince comes in and discovers a wild animal in the Library!" James chuckled as his figure shrunk to a kneeling boy's. He wiped Lily's cheek with his sleeve and kissed her properly.
"I'm bored," he complained.
"Well, wait a minute, I'll shift some of this stuff," Lily said, flustering about for a minute. While her attention was diverted, Sirius and Remus made ring signs with their thumbs and forefingers with questioning looks on their faces.
She said she would, James mouthed at them. Remus grinned and Sirius made a thumbs-up sign.
"It's alright," he said out loud to Lily. "I'll just sit here." Within three seconds Lily found her seat has been stolen and she was now sitting on the lap of a messy-haired boy with round glasses.
"You really must teach me that," remarked Sirius. Lily sighed.
"Well, as long as you're here, you can help me learn these," she said, picking up her list.
"It's perfectly easy Lily dearest, all you have to do is take the first five letters of each one and they spell out the lyrics of Celestina Warbeck's latest hit."
Lily frowned as she scanned the list.
"Well, I never. . ." she muttered in awe. "How on Earth did you find that?"
"Sirius was singing in the shower as I was learning them," James explained. He took the list from her and slipped it inside her open book, closing it and gathering up her things. "Well that's that sorted. Come to Hogsmeade with me tonight?" he pleaded.
"Sneak out again? But I have all this to revise," Lily protested.
"But you know it back to front and upside-down anyway," James dismissed. "Please? Please? Please?"
"I don't know. . ."
"Good enough!" James stated. He grabbed her round the waist, stood up and slung her over his shoulder.
"Have a good time!" called Sirius, winking at Lily, who was, by now, used to being transported like a sack of potatoes.
"What's in it for me?" she asked, teasing.
"What, apart from the amazingly entertaining pleasure of my company? I'll buy you some hot chocolate."
"You had better; I don't sneak out for nothing you know," Lily feigned haughtiness.
"Or anyone," agreed James as the made their exit. "Only one man could persuade the Great Lily Evans to break a school rule."
"Yes, and unfortunately, I'm going out with the poor sod."
"Poor sod? Try luckiest guy on Earth."
He set her down beside the statue of the one-eyed witch, pulled out his wand and tapped the statue, muttering "Dissendium".
"Now is the time to make a run for it, you know," he told her with a wink.
"Make a run for it? Not likely! I want my hot chocolate!"
"In that case, after you my lady."
"Why thank you my lord."
In the darkness of the tunnel, only dimly lit by the light of James's wand, he reached over and took her hand, watching a small smile blossom on her face. They emerged in the storage room of Huneydukes sweetshop and unlocked the door from the inside, stepping out into the warm summer night air. The only light spilling onto the cobbled street was from the Three Broomsticks and the two students headed over to the small pub.
James hung up their cloaks and followed Lily to the bar where they sat down, hands still clasped.
"Afternoon dears," Madam Rosemerta trilled, as she swept over to them, clacking her heals all the way. "What can I get you?"
"A tankard of Hot Chocolate, my good woman, and two mugs, please," James added.
"Oh you," the barwoman smiled. "Here, are you supposed to be out of school at this hour?" she asked cheerfully.
"Well, you know, strictly speaking. . .we are. . .as you say. . .stretching certain. . .barriers. . ." James dribbled. Madam Rosemerta made a noise of understanding and tapped the side of her nose.
"Don't worry dears, I can keep a secret when I want to," she winked, setting down their order and sweeping up James's coins. "Enjoy your beverage."
While they were sitting down, giving themselves moustaches with the cream of their hot chocolates, James was thinking about how much he loved the girl sitting next to him. It was strange, but when she had been shy at the beginning of school, she had been intriguing and interesting enough, now the more he found out about her, the more captivating and enchanting she became. The liquid in the tankard became less and less and soon they were stepping out onto the cobbled street again.
James looked up when he felt the drops on his face. Rain came down, stronger and stronger, splattering his glasses. Lily retreated to the dry of the pub's doorway. James grinned at her.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you it's rude to linger in doorways?" he teased her.
Her eyes widened as she surveyed the extreme weather condition in the street. "James, are you mad? It's pouring!"
"Aw, come on, Lily! We'll make a run for it, Ready?"
"No!" laughed Lily.
"One, two, three!" shouted James. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the street with him. They sprinted full tilt into the rain towards the sweetshop, and James thought they were going to make it until he slipped up and went flying into a puddle, landing on his arse and pulling Lily to a stop beside him. She gasped.
"James, are you alright?" she asked urgently.
"I think I've broken something," James said worriedly.
"Oh no!" cried Lily. "I knew we shouldn't have come out! Are you really hurt? Can you walk?"
"I don't think so," James said in a painful voice. "A broken arse is probably going to set me back a month! I'll have to miss my NEWTs!"
Lily stared down at him for a minute, then a burst of ridiculous giggles gushed out of her.
"What?" asked James in mock scandal.
"James, you are sitting in a puddle, telling me you've broken your arse," she forced out between her laughs.
"It's all good, clean fun," grinned James scooping up a little water and splashing her with it.
"Come on, we'll get Madam Pomfrey to inspect your injury," Lily said, a sly smile on her face.
"You know, suddenly, it's feeling so much better," James said quickly, letting her hoist him up. "Look, I'm even dancing in the rain!"
Lily had to be tagged along behind the skipping eighteen-year-old as he twirled in front of her, kicking up puddles a little more frequently than she would have thought.
"James, you're crazy!" she told him, smiling however.
"Ha! Whose fault is that?" he accused, poking her in the chest. Rain was falling onto her cheeks, soaking her freckles. All of a sudden, James wanted her to. . .
"Would you care to dance with me, my lady?" he asked her, holding out his hand again.
Lily brought her hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh. James, James, James, always the perfect gentleman.
Normally, she would have protested, if half-heartedly, or teasingly. But now, in the rain, already soaked to the bone and with the boy she loved, it all told her to say yes.
"Of course," she said quietly, taking his hand. James pulled her to him and started a tango-like dance around the benches of the street. Twirling her around the cobbles he asked her:
"So was it worth it?"
"What?" she asked, smiling in spite of herself. James rolled her in like a yoyo and sent her out again.
"Ignoring your revision and sneaking out," he said, smiling with her. Lily pretended to think for a minute as she ducked under his arm while twirling.
"Um. . ." she started to say, when James wrapped both his arms around her, picked her up a little bit, (ignoring the rather unromantic squelch their wet clothes made against one another) and laid such a kiss on her that she probably would have been floating anyway without his help.
Lily's hands came up to his face as he set her down slowly and they broke away.
"Definitely," she replied decidedly.
***
Cheers to my three more reviewers: Blue Smurfette Loves Cheese, hotmegan squareskirt, Phaerie
