Damn.
James is a REALLY good dancer. I mean I though I was decent but he's just…like…. a ninja or something. We should all be thankful he's not an assassin with these skills.
…
I'm being serious.
"How many more dances?" I whined as we waltzed on the marble dance floor. My feet felt like they were bleeding and it was about time for me to "accidentally" spill punch on Petunia, who was currently performing pornographic displays of affection on that fat guy. I think his name is Vernon. Actually…I think he's her finance.
HA.
"Evans, stop whining! Just one more okay?" Potter asked, laughing. I silently wished the song to end.
C'mon…
Hurry...
AW JESUS JUST BE OVER ALREADY!
Yes! It's over!
Then I realized the band had taken up a slow song.
Damnit.
I looked up at James, who was grinning wildly. I rolled my eyes. "Might as well get it over with, c'mon you wanker," I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder and putting my arms around his neck. I heard his breath catch and felt his body tense up, but he visibly relaxed after a bit and rested his chin atop my head and placed his hands on my hips.
Normally, we would've been arms length apart, awkwardly swaying to the music.
Then again, if these were normal circumstances I would've hexed Potter into oblivion and screamed bloody murder if he asked me to dance. If I was ever to be caught dancing with James, I would think it would be cold, clammy, and awkward. The stench of body odor would fill the air, and I would probably be crying in shame.
But this was different. I wasn't crying, James wasn't sweating (hopefully), and I felt warm, safe, and complete. I could stay like this forever.
………………
The music changed and I realized where I was.
Potter's arms.
Shit.
I jumped back. "Okay, that's quite enough of that!" I exclaimed, cheeks flushing. He grinned but didn't say anything. Damn him. I blushed even more.
Gah!
"Want to go outside?" I asked, gesturing towards the lantern-lit field and pond outside the archways. He gave that adorable-I, I mean… obnoxious grin of his and took my arm.
…
Strolling along the walkway, I was suddenly hit with a stroke of brilliance. "Hey Potter, fancy a bit of flying?" I asked eagerly, stopping our walk abruptly. "Lily, we don't have any brooms…and you're in a skirt…" he pointed out.
HA. Silly man, like I didn't already think of that…
Well, really I hadn't but I was wearing shorts underneath my dress. I mean it's just bloody uncomfortable not to because your legs are all exposed and-
Ok off topic.
Stop laughing!
Short-under-dress-wearing is a very serious subject. I mean someone could DIE from not wearing shorts under their dress!
…
No I don't know how! Just…ah screw it.
" Well, Mr. Potter-kill-joy, have you never summoned an object before?" I asked cheekily before pulling my wand out of my silver hand bag (I like to keep it with me ok?) and saying "Accio Nimbus 1000."
5 minutes later, it still hadn't come, but I accounted that to the seemingly long distance it had to travel.
"What now Miss I-think-I-know-everything-Evans?" he smirked.
Psh.
Wise ass.
"Hold on, just one more minute…" I said, looking around in the sky for my shiny broom (Bella charmed it a shimmering green when she gave it to me back in third year).
C'mon…
Hurry up!
THUNK
Potter lay face down on the manicured lawn, my broom whooshing obnoxiously over his unmoving body and into my waiting hand.
"All I can say Potter is HA," I laughed before mounting and hovering a bit.
I heard him grumble something along the lines of "damn sparkly broom…" until he noticed that I was indeed straddling the broom in a dress. "Erm…Evans?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm wearing shorts underneath you pervert!" I said, smacking him upside the head before racing down the field into the dark.
"Oy, where are you going?" he called out.
"Cant let muggles see me now can I?" I replied, zipping around happily.
Several minutes later I heard Potter join me on his broom.
"Are you alright Evans? Do you think you're going to fall?" he asked apprehensively in the dark.
"What?" I asked, turning around sharply. "Careful!" he cried.
I HATE men like him. Chivalry is dead.
Him merely thinking to be worried about me falling off a broom is utterly ridiculous because:
When did Potter ever give a blueberry muffin about my safety? Once he even pushed me off a broom!
That time with Peter was an accident! Stupid kid probably had rolls of fat in front of his eyes or something…
DOES POTHEAD NOT REALIZE I AM ONE OF THE BEST FLYERS AT HOGWARTS (the only reason I'm not on the team is because it conflicts with my schoolwork and the fact Sirius whistles rather suggestively whenever I get on the bloody broom)? I am invincible. Pshaw bitch.
"As if I didn't get enough of that whole 'GET OFF THE BROOM BEFORE YOU BLASPHEMISE BY BREAKING A NAIL,' from my psychotic mother, Potter," I huffed angrily, crossing my arms and glaring. "Aww but Lily, I can't let my flower get smooshed!" he protested.
I rolled my eyes and smiled.
I have to admit,
That was cute.
But he cant know that. Good thing it was dark.
We cant have Potter thinking I like him right?
"Riiiiiiiiiigggggggghhhhhhhtttttttttt, sure James," I sighed.
Silence…
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…
…
WAIT!
"Did you just call me James?"