a/n: Someone said that James wouldn't be acting like that if he couldn't
use his legs. But this is James we're talking about. James Potter, wizard
extraordinaire, who has always been able to do anything he wanted to. He
has no doubt that he will walk again, and remember that he euphoric about
what just happened with Lily, so he is really in the best of spirits. I'm
not saying that it isn't hard not to be able to use your legs, but this was
just how James reacted.
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Lily and James burst through the portrait into the head common room. The party had finally been broken up when the Gryffindor head came through the door and magicked away all the food and decorations. James was draped with a Gryffindor flag, holding a large bottle of firewhisky presented to him by the team. By now, though, it was half empty, and the pair were quite tipsy. The bottle had been passed around the Marauders quite a few times, so Lily had joined in so she wouldn't seem like a party pooper.
Lily giggled as she pushed James over to the couch. "It's like I'm pushing a baby in a pram!" she told him. With her help, he wriggled himself onto the couch next to her.
"Help!" he exclaimed, "I can't feel my legs!" The two burst into fits of giggles.
Lily pulled the bottle out of his hands. "I think you've had enough of this for one day, Jamesy Wamesy Potter."
"But it's only four in the morning!" he protested. "I need it! It's mine! My only! My precious!"
"I didn't know you were into muggle films, James, but come to think of it, you look awfully like Gollum."
She didn't have time to add any more because he attacked her with his hands. The last time he ticked her he messed things up. He wasn't going to this time.
"Stop!" Lily shrieked. "Stop it James or I'll - I'll -" Truth be told, Lily couldn't think of something to do to James. It is awfully hard to think when someone is tickling you.
"I'll never kiss you again!" she said, triumphantly. She was very pleased with herself for coming up with such a good idea considering her state.
James sat back, shocked. "But - but you can't do that to me!" he protested.
"And just why not?"
"Because - because I love you!" James stated. "Yes, I love you Lily Potter and you have to kiss me because I stopped tickling you."
This wasn't what Lily had expected. But hey, she was drunk and hell, she didn't really think about things properly.
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Fortunately for both of them, they fell asleep in each others arms before things got too out of hand. Unfortunately, they did not wake up in the most comfortable of positions. James' senseless legs did not help the situation.
Lily woke up to James gently stroking her cheek. He was more or less lying ontop of her, but he couldn't get off without falling straight onto the floor.
Lily blinked. She had a blinding headache. "Good morning." She said to the head on her chest.
James rolled off onto the floor, landing with a *thump* that went right through Lily's head. She groaned and sat up, holding her head. Leaning over the side of the couch, she saw James' crumpled form lying on his back, eyes closed. A groan escaped his lips. "Help me!" he pleaded, looking at Lily. "I'm crippled and I need someone to love me back to good health." He smiled weakly at her. "Care to help me up?"
Lily slowly got off the couch and crouched down next to him. She gently propped him up on his elbows.
He looked at her with his puppy dog face. "Care to give me a sponge bath?" he asked.
She laughed. "Not on your life, Potter!"
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a/n: chapter 11 is up! Yay!
Thankyou to everyone for your support.
I love your reviews.
Thankyou to all of you.
Kimberly.
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Lily and James burst through the portrait into the head common room. The party had finally been broken up when the Gryffindor head came through the door and magicked away all the food and decorations. James was draped with a Gryffindor flag, holding a large bottle of firewhisky presented to him by the team. By now, though, it was half empty, and the pair were quite tipsy. The bottle had been passed around the Marauders quite a few times, so Lily had joined in so she wouldn't seem like a party pooper.
Lily giggled as she pushed James over to the couch. "It's like I'm pushing a baby in a pram!" she told him. With her help, he wriggled himself onto the couch next to her.
"Help!" he exclaimed, "I can't feel my legs!" The two burst into fits of giggles.
Lily pulled the bottle out of his hands. "I think you've had enough of this for one day, Jamesy Wamesy Potter."
"But it's only four in the morning!" he protested. "I need it! It's mine! My only! My precious!"
"I didn't know you were into muggle films, James, but come to think of it, you look awfully like Gollum."
She didn't have time to add any more because he attacked her with his hands. The last time he ticked her he messed things up. He wasn't going to this time.
"Stop!" Lily shrieked. "Stop it James or I'll - I'll -" Truth be told, Lily couldn't think of something to do to James. It is awfully hard to think when someone is tickling you.
"I'll never kiss you again!" she said, triumphantly. She was very pleased with herself for coming up with such a good idea considering her state.
James sat back, shocked. "But - but you can't do that to me!" he protested.
"And just why not?"
"Because - because I love you!" James stated. "Yes, I love you Lily Potter and you have to kiss me because I stopped tickling you."
This wasn't what Lily had expected. But hey, she was drunk and hell, she didn't really think about things properly.
******
Fortunately for both of them, they fell asleep in each others arms before things got too out of hand. Unfortunately, they did not wake up in the most comfortable of positions. James' senseless legs did not help the situation.
Lily woke up to James gently stroking her cheek. He was more or less lying ontop of her, but he couldn't get off without falling straight onto the floor.
Lily blinked. She had a blinding headache. "Good morning." She said to the head on her chest.
James rolled off onto the floor, landing with a *thump* that went right through Lily's head. She groaned and sat up, holding her head. Leaning over the side of the couch, she saw James' crumpled form lying on his back, eyes closed. A groan escaped his lips. "Help me!" he pleaded, looking at Lily. "I'm crippled and I need someone to love me back to good health." He smiled weakly at her. "Care to help me up?"
Lily slowly got off the couch and crouched down next to him. She gently propped him up on his elbows.
He looked at her with his puppy dog face. "Care to give me a sponge bath?" he asked.
She laughed. "Not on your life, Potter!"
******
a/n: chapter 11 is up! Yay!
Thankyou to everyone for your support.
I love your reviews.
Thankyou to all of you.
Kimberly.