A/N:

This one is just mildly angsty. Not extremely sad.

Summary: So Wrong, It's Right: A collection of Lily/James drabbles, based on the album by All Time Low.

Disclaimer: JK Rowling's, not mine.

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Song:

SIX FEET UNDER THE STARS

::All Time Low::

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It's not right, I know this. It's not right at all.

Her hand is warm in mine and I'm elated that she's letting me do this, letting me lead her through Hogsmeade. It's New Year's Eve and people are gathering in the streets, counting down the time till New Year.

But there's a catch.

She's drunk. Utterly, head-over-heels, giddily drunk.

But so am I.

The evening started out nice and simple. Just sitting on the couch in front of the glowing fire, talking about what's wrong with the world, and everything is crumbling right before our eyes. Despite the dementor attacks, the multiple murders, the daily tragedies, how everything before was still able to trudge along like a person through thick mud. However, now we're sinking fast like we're in quicksand.

She looks at me, straight in the eye, and says, "We need to live, before it's too late."

I whip out a bottle of Ogden's, and we finish it down to the very last drop.

Despite her drunken state, she's beautiful. Her eyes are glittering like jewels and her hair's crackling from the dry air, and she's never looked better. I'm a little bit more sober than her, but I probably still look a mess. Lily Evans is probably the only person who can look this magnificent when she's totally out.

Her expression is fierce and determined. Her emerald eyes turn toward me, staring me down with an odd passion I've only seen before at the height of our classic arguments. It's a burning passion, one that makes me want to sweep her off her feet and just hold her until the world ends.

I'm utterly in love with her, every single bit of her, and even though she hates me I'm going to keep on trying.

There are complications. We can't get into the bar, despite how much we argue, even though our words are slurred. It makes me feel shameful, to have taken her out and just to be so pathetic, just to remain standing out in the streets as if we're homeless. But I don't think she minds.

The blazing look is still in her eyes.

So, against all odds, as the clock chimes twelve and as we ring in the new year, I do sweep her off her feet. I do embrace her, and I kiss her to pour out all the tension and feeling that's inside of me. I'm nearly drowning from our close proximity. She's panting and I'm gasping, and I want more of her, I need her, but we're both out of it, and I can't no matter what take advantage of her.

I set her back down. We look up at the sky to see the stars glittering, millions and millions of miles away.

But maybe not so far. We're both so high up that we could reach them with a stretch of our fingers.

Right under the stars.

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