Little Moments

Summary: Lily Evans was never paid heed to be the Marauders. Why should this year be any different? But there is one difference in this year; the six years are assigned to be a job shadow for two months. Lily Evans is assigned to be a Medi-witch. James falls off his broom and has to spend a few weeks in the hospital wing. Rated R for language and sex. R/R!

A/n: My first Lily/James story. I hope it turns out the way I want it to. I have so many ideas for it that I didn't know which one to do. Finally I decided to explain out how Lily and James got together, of course, and why Peter Pettigrew suddenly held a grudge against the two. Just what did drive him to do what he did? I hope to explain that in this story! So sit back and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing…….

Chapter Sixteen: Dancing with the devilin the Pale moonlight

There are a many of pains that I've experienced in my life. You know...Broken arm, scratched up knees, stepping on glass, getting hit by a flying hair brush after making Petunia mad, etc. The list could go on for days, but none, and I mean none, of the pain would equal to what I am feeling right now.

I held my head as I tried to sit up. Pain...tons of pain took over my head. "Owwww." I moaned as the bed room light came on.

"Drink this." A hand came in front of me holding a disgusting looking potion.

I wrinkled my nose at James, "What is it?"

"Just take it, and don't move too quickly." He took my hand and wrapped it around the glass before letting go himself. I plugged my nose with one and poured the drink in my open mouth with the other. I immediately regretted it.

"This stuff taste terrible!"

"You need to drink as much as you can't without getting sick." He pulled out my trunk from under the bed.

"Oh, well then, I stopped five seconds ago." I said with a sarcastic attitude. I put the cup on the night stand next to me after taking one last regretted drink. I watched James throw random piece of clothing onto the foot of my bed. "What are you doing?"

James looked at me like I was stupid. "Getting you clothes to wear."

"I can get my own clothes." I sat up straight and swung my feet of to the floor. "Owwww. Maybe not." I held my stomach.

James sighed and rushed to my side, "I told you not to move too quickly! You just don't listen do you!"

I glared at him, "Just get my clothes."

"Fine." He mumbled going back to picking out outfits. I looked over at what he was doing. He had the back of the truck up so I couldn't see what he was looking at.

"James?" I asked quietly.

"Yes?" He seemed annoyed.

"Just, uh, how drunk was I, um, last night?" I shifted slightly on the bed making it creak. I winced at the sound. I can't stand the sounds of bed's creaking.

After James didn't answer for a second I looked at him. He was grinning like a maniac. Uh oh...

"Let's just say all of Hogwarts should know what your favorite poem is."

I groaned and fell back on to the bed, "I was bad, huh?"

He semi-smiled, "You weren't that bad." He sat down next to me, "We could have done with out the yelling, the giggling, and especially the puking."

I smiled, "Yeah, I guess so."

He laid back next to me, "Why'd you get drunk anyways?"

I shrugged and turned on my side to face him, "I don't know...peer pressure?"

He raised an eyebrow, "You don't seem like the type to give in to peer-pressure."

"I Know, I know." I sat up, "But I mean...Black told me I wasn't the type, and I don't like being told I can't do something. Plus there were all these Slytherins around threatening to pound me if I didn't."

He smirked, "I think they would have pounded you, but not in that way."

I rolled my eyes, "Pervert."

He grinned, "But that's why you love me."

A blush took over my face faster than a blink of an eye. I looked to James to see he must have realized what he said since his face matched mine.

"I...uh...I mean...you know..." He coughed slightly blushing even more.

"I get it." I mumbled. Was it just me or had someone turned up the tension meter?

He stood up trying to move the conversation away from what just happened, "Here's your clothes I picked out. You can take a shower in the guest bathroom whenever you want."

I stood up slowly trying not to get dizzy again, "Now is good. If that's ok."

"Ok." He handed me the outfit, and walk towards the door. I blinked and looked at it again thinking I might be seeing things. It was the shortest pair of shorts I had ever seen along with the ugliest hot pink halter top.

"James..." I said slowly just as his hand reached the door knob. He turned to face me. "Who packed my clothes?"

"Sirius and Peter, why?"

I held up the outfit, "These are not my clothes."

He frowned, "Are you sure?"

I gave him a 'what-do-you-think-I-am-dumb?' look. I held up the halter top, "Does this look like something I would wear?"

"Point taken."

I stomped my foot, "They must have gotten Mary's clothes instead! What am I going to do, now? It's freezing cold outside! Did they honestly expect me to wear this!"

James shrugged, "Guess so."

I glared at him, "Well, I'm not going to. I'll freeze myself to my grave." I walked over to the trunk and began searching through the clothes. They were all summer outfits!

"Those stupid prats! Now I have nothing to wear! And I'll have hell to pay when I get back to Hogwarts after Mary finds out I had her clothes!" Suddenly I paused...Hogwarts... I had completely forgotten about Hogwarts. I had left without telling McGonagall. Oh god, I'm going to be in so much trouble.

"James!" I yelled quickly making him jump at least two feet.

"What! What's wrong!" He asked come up beside me.

"I-I left without telling McGonagall. They could expel me for this!" My hands started to shake as I felt tears starting.

"Oh, that. I owled McGonagall last night explaining everything. She said that was fine."

I frowned, "You told her about me getting drunk!"

He frowned, "NO! I simply explained how you didn't have anywhere to go to at Christmas and were going to stay with me, but we had a fight so you didn't leave with me. Then I came back to get you, and you came back home with me."

I sighed almost sinking to the floor. Relief washed over me. "You could have told me," I mumbled lightly.

"Sorry." He scratched the back of his head, "I guess I just forgot."

I nodded still a little upset about it. "What am I going to wear?" Not having any clothes was not helping this hangover go away.

"You can wear one of my shirts and your jeans from last night. Then one day we'll go shopping."

I nodded, "But, I'll have to get my money out of the bank."

He shrugged it off, "It's on me. Now take a shower. I'll cook breakfast."

I smiled and walked into the bathroom that was connected to the guest room.

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It took me the normal thirty minutes in the shower. Luckily, James's mom kept every extra toothbrush in the bathroom. It seems Sirius forgot mine. Remind me to hex him next time I see him.

I walked down stairs and was hit immediately with a wonderful smell. "Mmmm, what's that smell?" I asked reaching the kitchen.

James grinned, "Flapjacks and bacon. I hope you're hungry."

I sat down on a bar stool so there was only counter separating me and James, "Extremely."

He placed a plate of food in front me and beside me. I waited for him to sit down next to me before beginning to eat. "Mmm, wow. This is good. I didn't know you could cook."

"Yeah, well, my parents work a lot. So, when I was younger I was left to fend for myself."

I nodded, "It's a good thing. Otherwise I wouldn't be having food right now."

He smiled, "You would...It would just be oatmeal, and I know you don't like oatmeal."

"How do you know that?" I asked frowning.

"I've eaten Breakfast next to you for six years, Lily, and you never have touched oatmeal." I didn't think you noticed me...

I smiled and continued eating, "Where are Sirius, Remus, and Peter?"

He swallowed a mouth full, "Oh, they went home, and my parents are working tonight."

"So...we're alone..." I swallowed hard.

James nodded, "Is there a problem with that?"

I shook my head 'no'. I could only imagine what kind of day today would be...

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"No way!" I yelled pulling my feet up on to the couch.

"Yes, it's true." James chuckled.

I glared at him, "It can't be. There is no way in this world. Superman could beat Batman." I still couldn't believe James read muggle comic books.

"Of course, he could! Batman isn't even a real super hero."

I gasped, "How could you say that? Do you even know the definition of a hero?"

" In mythology and legend, a man, often of divine ancestry, who is endowed with great courage and strength, celebrated for his bold exploits, and favored by the gods." He stretched his hands over his head.

I glared at him, "Thank you, human dictionary."

He grinned, "You asked."

"Want to listen to music?" He asked standing up. We had been laying on the couch doing nothing but talking about everything from food to comic books.

I nodded standing up, "Sure."

He led me to their basement where an old rusty record player was in the corner. There was also a muggle pool table and a lumpy old couch.

"To be a pureblood. You sure have a bunch of muggle stuff."

James grinned, "Muggles are interesting and come up with the greatest things." He pulled out a box from behind the couch. It was filled with records. "What do you want to listen to?"

I immediately started going through it all, "Wow, these are almost all muggle bands. How do you know about them all?"

"My parents are friends with a lot of muggles...through their job and stuff...so when I get a present from them, it's normally a muggle product."

I pulled out a Rolling Stones records and looked it over, "Oh? What do they do?"

"They erase memories of the muggles who find out about the wizarding world. They stay friends with them to make sure they don't find out again. It's a pretty easy job. They go to a bunch of muggle parties and mingle that kind of stuff."

I nodded, "Aye. Play this one." I handed him a Beatles's single. It was 'Something' on the front and 'Yesterday' on the flip side. Two of my favorites.

"Great choice." He put it on, and Paul McCartney's voice filled the room.

James walked in front of me and bowed, "May I have this dance?"

I grinned, "I can't dance."

"Nonsense! Everyone can dance."

I shook my head 'no' "Not me."

He grabbed my hand ignoring my protest, "We will just slow dance. That's simple." Not for me. I was voted the worst dancer in Kindergarten when I couldn't do the hokey pokey.

He laid his right hand on my hip and took my left hand in his. I placed my right hand on his arms like I had seen people in the movies do. He swayed gently to the music.

"Come on, Evans, at least try." He whispered. I swallowed hard and began moving stiffly to the music.

"Good." He whispered even softer than before. He pulled me close, "Now let's waltz. Follow my lead."

He began to do fancy moves as I desperately tried to keep up with out tripping. I watched my feet follow his.

"At least look me in the eye." He mumbled.

"I don't know if that's a..." Once again he didn't listen to me and lifted my chin so I could see in his eyes.

Pain flashed through those same eyes as my foot crushed James's. "Owe! Evans. That hurt."

I blushed deeply, "Well, maybe next time you'll listen to me."

He held his foot, "I think I will."

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"You'll meet my parents tomorrow." James mumbled as Classic IV's Traces of Love played behind us. We were lying on the lumpy couch. It was late and we were both half asleep.

I smiled, "I know. Think they will like me?"

James frowned, "I've never brought home a girl before. My mom will make a big fuss over it. If she likes you."

I sat up, "If?"

James nodded, "If. She's picky when it comes to her "baby" boy. She didn't even like Sirius at first."

I bit my lip, "James?"

He had his eyes closed, "yeah?"

"What if she hates me?"

He grinned, "Don't worry. One more on your list won't hurt."

A/n: Wow...This was a long chapter. The longest, I do believe. Ok, see I didn't really know what year it would be in my story. Since they are in there sixth year, I went by my parent's age and it is the year 1978.

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