Disclaimer: Don't own it.
Summary: blah blah blah….Lily's stuck babysitting at James'house…Laundry is involved...(It's tiresome writing the same thing here every time…)
A/N: Ok, before everyone becomes an angry mob, I have reasons why you should not hire an assassin to kill me. One, It's illegal. Going to jail isn't very fun. Two, I'm updating now, right? So that's important. And three, If you have me killed…then I'll never get around to updating, now will I? I applaud your patience and I hope this chapter helps to sooth your anger! Oh, and I noticed that there was this HUGE discrepancy between chapter 5 and chapter 6…but I'll fix that with a bit of an explanation of events in this chapter.
Washing James' Whites Chapter Seven
The first thing that Lily Evan's noticed was the distinct smell of laundry detergent and the overly pungent smell of feet. Her eyes were still closed as she scrunched her nose because of the peculiar array of odours. The second thing that Lily Evans noticed was that something very heavy was lying on top of her. The third thing that Lily Evans noticed was that whatever was on top of her was breathing and smelled nicely of cologne. The fourth thing that Lily Evans noticed was that this cologne was the same cologne that a certain person that she knew always wore, and although she liked the smell…she wasn't always very fond of the person.
"POTTER!" Lily screamed as her eyes snapped open, "Potter! Get off me!"
James Potter grumbled, but didn't move.
"James! JAMES!" Lily yelled, wiggling and trying to loosen her hands, which were pinned beneath him. She managed to free her right hand and attempted to push him off her, "Get off me right now!"
James let out a guttural growl and swatted her hand away. Lily let out an anguished scream and wriggled, trying to free herself. James began to groggily wake up.
"Oi, quit having a spaz!"
"You're bloody heavy!" Lily exclaimed, trying to shove him once again. Quick as a flash, James grabbed both her wrists and effectively pinned her to the ground, his body looming over hers. Lily's breath caught in her throat.
Over in the bushes, of which the leaves oddly resembled miniature socks and pairs of knickers, lay three teenagers in a tangle of limbs.
"Sirius Black, if you do not remove your hand from it's current inappropriate placement I will make sure that you never feel up any girl for the rest of your pathetic life!"
"That isn't me! It's Remus!"
"What!"
"Sorry, Chelsea."
"It's ok, it's not like you meant to."
"What! And I would've?"
"Yes," both Chelsea and Remus said. Sirius pulled himself free of the human knot and huffed as she crossed his arms.
"Oh don't be such a sissy, Sirius, we have work to do," Chelsea said. Remus looked around, and his jaw dropped.
"Uh, Chelsea?" he asked, "Where are we?"
Chelsea looked around and noticed how things didn't look quite right. The grass was made up of little green pairs of pants. The mountains in the distance resembled giant piles of rock-like laundry, not to mention the flowers were made from shirt labels and gave off the scent of laundry detergent.
Chelsea winced, "Crap."
Lily didn't quite know what to think. Her mind was in a tumult of fragments of thoughts. She had fainted in the kitchen and then woken up in her temporary room at the Potter's house. She had gone out, and when she had come back, fully planning to remain calm, she ended up in another yelling match with James. And now, she was lying flat on her back with him on top of her. She felt his warm breath on her face and her heart sped up. His heavy weight on top of her and the enticing smell of his cologne made it hard to focus. The gears in her brain tried in vain to churn out a razor-sharp comment. Something, anything, that would put an end to the disastrous silence that allowed her mind to contemplate how easy it would be for her to kiss him; anything to stop her contemplating how much she wanted to kiss him.
James was watching her face intently. He was intrigued by the way different emotions flickered in her eyes. Anger, surprise, fear, confusion…and was that a blush creeping over her face? James smirked slightly, then let out a sigh and rolled off her.
Lily took a deep breath and didn't move, trying desperately to regain her composure. She had felt her face flush and hated to even begin to imagine what James might think it meant. She decided to ignore the entire event. Slowly, Lily sat up and looked around. She took in her surroundings without saying a word, and then stood up.
James watched her as she walked over to a nearby try and inspected the oddly shaped leaves. He was surprised when a giggle escaped her.
"What's so funny, Lily?" James asked, standing up and slowly making his way over to her. Lily reached up and tugged a few leaves from the leaves and held them up for his inspection. James shrugged, noticing nothing but their peculiar shape. Lily smirked.
"They're shaped like bras, James!"
Chelsea Fanrae was panicking.
"Bloody hell…how did this happen! We were supposed to end up in a fairy-tale type land. That way James could, quite literally, be Lily's night in shinning armour! But now we're stuck in laundry land!" She exclaimed frantically as she paced back and forth,
Remus gave Chelsea a sympathetic look, "Obviously, something went haywire. It might have to do with Lily being in the laundry room when you cast the spell. If I'm not mistaken, the Potter's use magical detergent. Maybe it interfered?"
"Maybe."
"Hey, hey look!" Sirius said, motioning the two of them over to where he was peeking out from behind a bush to spy on James and Lily, "Lily hasn't killed James, yet, and he was even laying on top of her! That's a good start, isn't it Moony?"
James' face flushed, "Oh, right…I didn't realize…."
Lily's laughter bubbled, and James grew tongue tied at the sound. He grinned sheepishly at her. She shook her head, and her face grew serious.
"You're still a prat, and I'm still mad at you, you know."
"I hoped you'd forget about that."
There was silence, and Lily fidgeted, uncomfortable.
"Are you feeling better? It was only yesterday that you fainted in the kitchen," James stated, still slightly concerned despite her no longer appearing ill. Lily nodded.
"I don't feel feverish."
"That's good."
"Yeah."
There was silence again. And Lily wandered over to a rock shaped like a pair of balled up socks. That was when the ground began to shake and an ill shaped dragon lumbered into view. Lily's eyes widened at the sight of it.
It was tall and the colour of faded black clothing. It resembled an array of clothing. Its eyes were glittering black buttons, and its wings were made from tracksuits, which rustled with every movement. It was a hilarious sight, and Lily almost giggled, but the danger was real, Lily realized, for when it opened its large jaw to let out a frightening roar, very real carnivorous teeth gleamed at her.
James moved to protect Lily, his wand already drawn, but he was too late. The clothing-dragon opened its large tracksuit wings, took flight and scooped up a screaming Lily Evans all in one smooth movement.
A/N: Ok, so its way shorter than it really should be considering how long you've had to wait, but at least it's something, right? Please review!
--- SuperSpy