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Author's Note: Thanks to Sasha, PruePotter, milkywaypnay37, alli88, Tari, ilovecaptainjacks, Kim, its a spoon, RawBean, vickiicky, RedPillow, TheBeautifulLetdown, Sir, angryteabag, miss-mags-ak, Insania, ruin gowr, charmerbelle, ourlittlesecret7, Mei1105, u don't see me, Sirius-ly Psycho, Smay, Pranks Are So Siriusly Padfoot, DanRadLuver01, FallingNightmare, blufiresprite, MissMyrtle360, Siriusly Prongs, Raven, Katie Pie, and Allie for reviewing! I seriously think that that's the most reviews I have ever gotten for one chapter! I'm so incredibly psyched! You guys are the best!
Tari: Thanks for telling me that! I'll fix it as soon as possible. See, I'm American and I've never been to England, or even Europe for that matter, so I didn't know that. Well, I guess you learn something new every day!
MissMyrtle360: Um, I'm not actually sure about the whole James being a seeker or a chaser thing. I though J.K Rowling said that he was a chaser, and the movie was wrong to put him as a seeker. But I could be wrong.
Allie: Really? I'm pretty sure that Lily is in Gryffindor. Didn't it say that in the fifth book somewhere? Or didn't J.K Rowling say that once? I could be wrong though, she could be in Ravenclaw. But for the story she'll stay in Gryffindor.
"What do you say we go for a short walk?" James asked. He was overwhelmed with joy at the fact that Lily had agreed to take him back, and all he wanted to do was be with her at that moment, not take her back into the castle.
"Sure," she replied as James slid his arm around her waist, his other hand holding onto his broomstick, which he had used to bring Lily down from her dormitory window.
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"It's so beautiful out," Lily commented as she and James walked along the pathway outside.
"You're beautiful," he answered her.
She blushed slightly, as she always did when he commented on her looks. "Know what I've always wanted to do?"
"What?" he asked.
"Dance beneath the moon and the stars," she answered while gazing up at the almost full moon and twinkling stars above her head.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Yeah, just like in one of my favorite paintings. It's beautiful, a man and woman dressed in elegant clothing, dancing as if nothing is important except being there, dancing with the person that they love."
"Sounds nice," he commented, while tightening his grasp on her waist, pulling her body closer to his own.
"It was also set on a beach, the water reflecting from the sky."
James stopped at that moment, taking his free hand and grabbing her hand. Lily's eyes went wide with surprise, guessing that he was about to kiss her. Instead though, he smiled at her, keeping on hand across the small of her back, and gently intermingling his fingers with hers.
"I know this isn't exactly the beach, and there's no music, and neither of us are dressed elegantly, but I can promise you that there's nothing more important to me right now than to be here with you," James whispered into her ear, sending shivers down Lily's spine.
Lily smiled at his antics, feeling a sense of warmth from head to toe. Even though she had told him of a perfect situation of hers, she hadn't expected James comply with her wishes. In fact, the last time she had danced with James had been at the Valentine's Ball, nearly one month ago. She instantly remembered the pleasure she felt when the two of them were dancing beneath the moonlit sky, and she was so glad that the memory was becoming reality once more.
Despite the cold March weather, she could feel James's hands becoming somewhat clammy within her own, as if he were nervous.
"You okay," she softly asked while taking her head off of his shoulder.
"Yeah," he replied, as if she was asking an absurd question. The truth, however, was that he felt extremely nervous. He didn't know why, to be completely honest, but something about that moment, right there with her, made him feel strange inside. It wasn't a bad strange, not at all, but almost the feeling of falling in love with her for the very first time, again.
They stayed just like that for some time, not daring to speak, not daring to change position. The moment was too special, too sincere to ruin with gentle banter and giggles. During their dance, which lasted for nearly forty minutes straight, it felt as if they had just embraced. Time was lost between them, just being their in the presence of each other.
She softly nuzzled closer to him, creating an even more passionate environment between them both. Her delicate hand relaxed against his broad shoulder, feeling complete bliss.
"You fucking bastard!" came the voice of a woman not far from where they stood, breaking the silence and leisure that Lily and James had created.
"Who's that?" Lily questioned.
"Not sure, but I sure as hell don't want to be at witness in what is probably a breakup," James responded.
"Yeah," she softly replied, sighing as she spoke.
"Come on then, I'll fly you back up to your room," James told his girlfriend.
"Why don't we just go in the front door?"
"Because, we're not actually supposed to be out of the castle right now, and I don't want you to get in trouble on my behalf," he answered.
"How thoughtful," she teased.
"Come on," he told her as he mounted his broomstick, making sure that there was enough room for Lily to sit in front of him.
As they gained height, but little speed, Lily rested her head against James's chest, not wanting there moment to end. She loved being there with him; he even made flying enjoyable.
"Well, here we are," he told her.
"Yup," she replied, not wanting to leave the safeness she felt when with him.
"Um, Lils, this is the part where you get off of the broom and get into your own room," he joked.
"I know," she told him, her voice was full of fear, and she stiffened her stance greatly.
"Are, are you okay?"
"Um, well, the thing is, I'm not very comfortable with the fact that I've got to jump from the broom to the window," she answered, her voice showing even more fear than before.
"You got out here okay," he reminded her.
"Yes, but you were there to pull me through it, and I was bawling my eyes out anyways," she replied.
"Well, I promise that I won't let you fall."
"I can't get off of this broom, James Potter," she frantically told him.
"Yes you can," he responded. His grip on her body was loose, but not loose enough to let her escape his grasp.
"No I can't," she told him as she turned her head to look into his hazel eyes.
Her face truly did show how nervous she was. Her eyes were as wide as an owl's, and all the color was drained from her face. The expression she wore looked like one of a child who was lost at a mall.
His heart went out to her at once; softening up to her scared self. "How can I make this better for you?"
"I don't know, but James, I don't like being up here," she whined.
"Just don't look down," he told her.
"Oh God," she frantically said, and it was obvious that she had just looked down. Her room was one of the highest in the castle, making the drop well over ten stories high.
She grabbed onto his wrists which were currently wrapped around her stomach, her nails dug into them, and he wouldn't be surprised if his circulation was cut off by her death drip.
"Lils, you're hurting me," he told her.
"Oh, sorry…But James," she told him, her voice once again becoming high and squeaky with fear.
"Just relax," he told her. He knew he had to think of some way to get Lily into her room without scaring her half to death, but it seemed to be impossible, especially since she refused to take the small step from broom to windowsill.
"Can't you just fly into the room a little, and drop me off?" she asked.
"I can't. I'm not allowed into the girls dormitories," he stubbornly responded.
"Since when have you been known to follow the rules?"
"It's physically impossible, the stairs turn into a slide so you can't climb up them," he answered, his words becoming slower as he finished his sentence. But there were no stairs…it was only the window, and how on earth could a window detect the presence of a male?
"Lily, you are genius," he muttered into her ear as he flew the broom even closer to the window. It was now a few inches into the room, and few more, and a few more. His hands were in the room, then his face, and then the rest of him. Nothing happened. There was nothing there to shoot him out of the room.
"There you," he said.
She hopped off of the broom, happy to have both feet firmly planted on the ground. "Thanks," she told him as she hugged him tightly.
"Hey, don't mention it. You know I'd do anything to make sure you were safe," he answered, sucking up as best he could.
"Well, you don't have to stay on that bloody broom now that we're in the room, you know. I mean, there is a floor," she casually told him.
"Um, right," he said as he carefully planted one foot onto the hard wood floors. And once again, nothing happened. Even with both of his feet on the ground, there was nothing to swat him away. James Potter had beaten the rules of Hogwarts.
"Oh my God," Lily said with her eyes wide with realization. "You're in my room."
"Yup."
"That's amazing."
"Well, your boyfriend is a genius," he answered.
"Hey, watch it or you won't be in here fro much longer," she teased.
"Wow, I've always wondered what the girls' dormitory looked like," James told her as he glanced around the room. Never in his life had he see so much pink before! True, the bed curtains were red, as were the boys'. But the bedspreads all seemed to be some variation of pink.
"Which one is yours?" James asked, not even realizing how his question came across.
"That one," Lily cautiously replied while pointing to the one nearest the window. Her bed was a mess, to be honest. The sheets were pulled back, the pillow slightly askew, and even her school clothes sprawled upon it.
"Nice," he replied.
Lily went over to it and quickly shoved the clothes onto the bed right next to it, which James guessed as Scarlett's (because there was a picture of Scarlett and her boyfriend.) She sat down at once, smiling up at him.
"You know, you don't have to stand," Lily commented with a small smirk on her face.
"Right," James said as he sat on Scarlett's bed, directly across form Lily.
"Come here, silly," Lily said as she patted the spot right next to her own.
James knew his eyes went wide, but he went over to her side anyways.
"James," she said softly as she moved closer to him.
"Lily," he answered.
"Alone again," she whispered, still moving closer to him.
James felt himself grinning from ear to ear; he would have Lily all to himself now, no one there to interrupt the two of them. Now, no one would be screaming and about to be breaking up, like the little incident they had overheard outside.
His arms lifted up and around her body, pulling not only her hips, but her chest closer to him as well. "You're all mine now," he whispered before laying a quick kiss on her lips.
"Mhhmm" was her vocal response, as her hands flew to his neck, dragging his head back to her lips.
He playfully kissed her red lips, each kiss becoming longer and more passionate. His hands roamed her back and sides, messing up the neat perfection of her shirt. His hand resting against a small portion of exposed skin made Lily tingle inside. She loved being with him, she loved the way he made her feel like she was the only one he would ever care about, and she loved the way he made butterflies flood her stomach with just one look.
"I love you," she whispered into his ear as she laid slight kisses along his jaw line.
"Mhhmm," he murmured as a slight grin appeared on his face.
But then Lily's kisses stopped, and she sat up straight, nearly knocking James off of her. Her eyes went wide and James could feel her heart beating even faster than before.
"What is it?" he asked, curious if there was something that he did wrong.
"Do you hear that?" she hissed.
James listened and heard the voices of two girls coming up the stairs, their footsteps becoming louder and louder. He couldn't recognize the voices, but knew for a fact that neither of them belonged to any of Lily's roommates.
"So?" he questioned.
"You need to get out…or hide," she told him, a scared look in her eyes.
"What? Why?"
"Because, people are coming," she frantically answered.
"But," he protested, just wanting to continue on with what they had been doing.
"Listen, James, other people come in this room besides the girls that live here. Anyone could barge in right now," Lily told him.
And as if Lily's words were coming to life, there was a loud knock on the wooden door. "Just a minute," she called out.
"What should I do?" James whispered.
"Um, hide. Yes, hide under my bed," she told him.
Quickly, James did exactly what Lily had told him to do and darted under the bed as fast as possible, which was slightly difficult, but he managed.
"Hello," Lily cheerfully said as she opened the door, allowing the two girls to enter. "What's up?"
"Lily, we need help," one of the girls said.
"Yeah, this astronomy homework is a bitch," the other girl complained.
As Lily helped the two girls with their homework, and as James listened to the conversation, he came realize the girls must be fifth years, judging by the material being covered. But his attention was quickly altered to the hidden objects beneath the bed. A few pieces of parchment were there, all looking like crumpled homework assignments, an unopened chocolate frog, the very high heel of what appeared to be a broken shoe, and a small box.
The box had stickers all over it, and it looked as if it were ten years old. James, being the curious person that he is, opened the box without even thinking twice of it. Inside were piles and piles of old letters, mostly from other people, but a few written by Lily herself. He saw that the Hogwarts letters were each in there, as well as the letters informing her and becoming Head Girl and a Prefect.
As James saw three pairs of shoes walking toward the door, James began to put back all of the parchment. But seeing his name written on one in large letter quickly altered his agenda. So, he grabbed that one and shoved it in his pocket before placing the remaining letters back in the box.
"Okay, James, you can come out now," Lily told him as she peeked her head beneath the bed. "Sorry about that, by the way.
"Its okay," he answered, brushing himself off as he stood up.
"Well, we'll have to pick up where we left off another time, I'm afraid," she sweetly told him, a seductive look roaming in her almond shaped eyes.
"Yes, but before I go, I do expect a goodnight kiss," he teased.
"Is that so?" she questioned as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, kissing him lightly on his lips. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight," he responded while grabbing his broom. As he headed out the window, he waited for a moment, lingering at her window, just watching her perfect smile.
He then flew his broom straight toward his own dormitory, a broad smile on his face. To his own luck, the window was open and he flew into the room, making an ideal landing smack in the middle of the room.
Peter's eyes went wide with the shock of seeing one of his best friends zoom into the room. "Wow, James, that was a bloody brilliant landing!"
"Thanks Wormtail," he responded, basking in joy of not only a compliment, but having Lily back as well.
"So I'm guessing she said yes then?" Remus asked, a hint of a smile playing at his mouth.
"Who said yes?" Sirius asked.
"Lily," James answered, and then asked Remus, "How'd you know?"
"I saw Scarlett, she told me about your outburst."
"What the fuck is going on?" an impatient Sirius asked.
"Lily and I are back together."
"Way to go, buddy," Sirius said while clapping James slightly on the back.
"Yeah, I was just in her room with her," he accidentally told them.
"What?" came the voices of all three boys.
"How'd you manage that one?" Sirius asked.
James grinned and then told the Marauders all about what happened, leaving out all of the romantic stuff, of course. He didn't' exactly want to tell them about his private life with Lily, which was odd because he told them everything. But this seemed different; to James it felt as if the time he shared with Lily was between the two of them, no one else was involved, no one else was thought about, and no one else should have the privilege of knowing.
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Later that night, as James crawled into bed, he found the letter. He stared hard at the folded page, not looking at the words, but at the blank backside of it. For some reason he couldn't open it, he couldn't look past the "Dear James." He didn't know why he felt this way, after all, James was certainly not the person that would miss an opportunity to snoop around in other people's business, especially one that concerned him.
But as he held Lily's letter in his hands, he felt like a solid brick block was holding him back. And he knew that it wasn't a protection spell, but his own conscious doing so. The letter was addressed to him, but never sent; meaning that Lily didn't want him seeing it, meaning that it was her own personal item.
"What's that?" Sirius asked glancing down to the folded piece of paper in James's hands.
"A letter."
"From Lily?" he questioned.
"Yup."
"What's it say?" Sirius asked.
"Honestly, I don't know," James answered. "I found it in her room."
"Are you going to read it?"
"No. She didn't send it to me, so she obviously doesn't want me to read it," James replied.
"Then why'd you take it in the first place?"
"Curiosity," he simply responded.
"And you're not anymore?" Sirius questioned.
"Curiosity killed the cat."
"Since when did that stop you before?"
"It didn't," James honestly answered.
"Then, my friend, I'd say that you truly do love her," Sirius told him, a genuine smile at his lips.
"I do."
Author's Note 2: Hey guys! Sorry, once again that it's been about a month since I've updated last. I hope that you all can bear with me here, and accept that updates will be about once or twice a month until school's out for the summer. And I hope that you guys like this chapter, I seriously had a mini writer's block- which consisted of me staring at a blank screen for a while, and rewriting the first two pages about five different times. Anyways, hope you all had a great holiday, have a happy new year, and please remember to review!