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Fields of Gold
So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold
Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in fields of gold.
We'll walk in fields of gold.
- Sting
"James, get me out of here," Lily scrawled quickly down the side of her History of Magic notes.
"Lily Evans, Head Girl extraordinaire, wants to skip a class two weeks before N.E.W.T.S.? Are you ill?" he wrote back, ignoring the scratching of his quill.
"James Potter, you will get me out of here or I will tell Sirius exactly who told Ella Graham about his flowered pants."
"Okay, okay, calm down Lils. How do you expect me to get you out of here?"
"How should I know? You're the one who is supposed to be a master at this!"
"I'll come up with something. Where do you want to go?"
She didn't respond just sat there staring at the parchment, and at him.
"Okay, does it need to happen now?"
She gestured desperately towards Professor Binns, who was going at double his usual speed without any more energy than usual.
"Follow my lead." He tucked the pen in the side of her bag, folded up the parchment, and got out his wand. He whispered quietly towards her, but she couldn't understand what he was saying.
When her eyes opened, she didn't recognize a thing. Loose bits of hair were floating around her head and into her eyes, and her arms were a bit sore, as if she'd slept on them. The surroundings all seemed so bright, so airy, so unlike the classroom she had left. "James? James?"
He was sitting beside her, holding her hand, tucking his wand away. "Are we out far enough for you?"
"That depends. Where are we? And how did we get there?"
"Only an hour or so south of school. In the middle of a barley field, I believe. As for how," he lifted up the tail of the broomstick on his other side, "see for yourself."
"James, you know I don't like flying! And I don't remember a thing of it."
"Well, so I stunned you first. How did you think I was going to get you out of Binns's class?"
"I was thinking something more along the lines of crawling under our desks commando-style and climbing out the window. How did you think you were going to get me back to school? And an hour away? We'll miss Transfiguration!"
"Hush, hush. We'll deal with that when we come to it. For now, just relax. It's beautiful out here. The view was amazing flying in, just golden fields as far as I could see."
Reluctantly, she quieted, and leaned her head onto her knees. He moved behind her and softly traced loops down her back. She shrugged off the heavy school robes and let him continue. His grip became stronger, and she arched towards him. His hand pulled out the pins that held her hair up, and an arm snaked around her waist, turning her around, and pulling her down towards him. And it was warm, he was so sweet, and she was happy.
Exhausted, she lay back, her head leaning onto his chest. He sighed contentedly. "Let's just stay here, Lils. How's that?"
"I'm perfectly content not to move."
"No, I mean, for good. Let's you and me just get on this broom and find a little house in some golden place like this, and just be."
She sat up, pushing against him, and turned to look in his eyes. "Don't tempt me, James. It sounds so nice, but you know that we just can't. Not now. Maybe not ever. There are things that we need to do, that we can't do if we don't pick our lives back up."
"Yeah, I know. But we could, remember. I promise you that someday, when all of this is over, you and I will settle down somewhere like this. Wouldn't this be a great place for kids to run around?"
She thought a bit. "When did we ever agree on kids? How did we suddenly get to be living together without anyone ever asking me?"
"You will, though, won't you? I mean, even if there is a war, even if my friends do tease me all to heck, I want to grow old some place like this. I want to be with you some place like this." He was sitting up, grabbing her hands.
"Of course I will. How could I not? I couldn't leave you to take care of yourself out here." She ran her hand through his hair. "Now get the straw out of my hair, and get your behind on that broom. I am not going to miss Charms too."
He laughed, and stroked through her long red hair loosely. "I'll sit in front, and you hold on tight. No side-saddle for you, and no stunning spell either. You are going to be awake and you are going to look at how nice this scenery is, and if you even try to cover your eyes I'll leave you up on top of the goal post back on the Quidditch pitch."
Reluctantly, she climbed on the broom behind him and clasped her wrists around his waist. "You wouldn't dare. But it's cute that you still think you would."
A/N: I know I said they'd be OotP era. So sue me, I lied. But I just could resist. And how else could I have done this within canon but as an L/J? Hope you liked the romantic interlude. And that one was finally at least a little longer, even if not yet up to my usual standard. Much love.
Green Eyed Lady: I'm glad that you liked the Colin P.O.V. I think about him far more than I write about him, so maybe I've found my new calling. And bone-marrow squirming? Really? I didn't think that, and I wrote the thing. Sorry to disappoint, but I just thought of it as sort of a forced dissociation. It's a lot harder to think things like that about 'Mum'. I might expand on Colin's outside this fic series (and really, really, it will get better, I was just listening to song #7 on the CD when I got the idea, so you can see what resulted). Thanks so much.
Colin Taylor: It was Percy that I was talking about. Sorry if I didn't make that clear enough. Which should clear up for you who Penny was, no? I'm glad you liked it.
