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I dedicate this chapter to: Who you calling girly!

(Again! Come on you losers, can't anyone beat her? Lol)

-Chapter Thirteen-

'PRONGS! PRONGS! PRONGS!'

James felt something heavy land on the bed, and before he could even comprehend what was happening, he was launched onto the floor in a pile of sheets.

'What the hell!' he yelled, sleepily.

'Prongs, c'mon! It's Christmas, Mate. Your mum said I had to wait for you to open presents. SO COME ON!'

He looked up into the crazy face of his best mate. He really did love Christmas.

'Ok, ok, I'm coming,' he said, getting up off the floor. 'Wait… What are we doing here? I don't remember-'

He stopped himself at the appearance of a devilish glint in Sirius' eyes. Sirius looked at him and broke out into a mischievous smile.

'Well, Prongsie Dearest, I may have been standing over the punch bowl last night with a bottle of rum, and I may have accidentally spilt it all into it.'

'You spiked the punch? I was wondering why you were there so early,' He added thoughtfully. He then grinned, and Hi-Fived him merrily, as someone else walked in, looking more confused than ever. It was Lily.

'Where am-?' she stopped as she saw Sirius and James. 'How did we get here…?'

'We Flooed, my dear, Lily,' said Sirius happily. 'Happy Christmas, Flower!'

And with that he dashed madly from the room, and they heard him continue to run up the hall, down the stairs, and presumably, into the kitchen for food.

'He spiked the punch,' James said, walking over to Lily.

'That explains the head ache,' she said with a sigh, as James wrapped his arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head.

'C'mon. I suspect Mum'll have a feast waiting.'

Too right he was. The smell of food was heavy as they stepped off the bottom step. They walked into the Dining Room and took their seats, waiting for her to bring the food over.

'Ah, Lily, we didn't have much of an introduction last night, it was late. Anyways, I'm James' mum, Radella. And you are even more beautiful then he said,' she said cheerily.

She herself, had beautiful auburn hair, and a soft rounded face, with hazel eyes; James' eyes. It was about the only thing that they shared appearance wise. Lily figured that he must have taken after his father.

'Oh, thanks,' she said, blushing slightly.

'Dot, honey, I said you don't have to do anything today, it's Christmas, I can take care of it.'

'Thank you Ma'am. You are too kind. Dot will be in her room if Mrs. Potter needs her,' said a small House-elf, with a squeaky voice, as she turned through a door on the opposite end of the kitchen.

'Here you go, eat up, there's plenty,' Mrs. Potter said happily as she sat in a chair at the head of the table, James and Sirius on either side of her.

'C'mon! Can't you people eat faster? There are presents to open!' Sirius said, frantically, a few minutes later.

'Ok, ok, we're done,' said James taking the plates off of the table, to the sink.

'YES!' he yelled triumphantly, and ran into the Den.

'I've got those, Sweetheart,' Mrs. Potter said, pulling out her wand, and charming the dishes to wash themselves. 'Let's go, I don't think he will be able to handle it much longer.'

They walked in to see Sirius on the floor near the tree, arranging piles of gifts.

'That's yours, Prongs,' he said, pointing to a pile near the fireplace. He turned to Lily. 'And this one's yours. Can we open them now?'

He turned to Mrs. Potter just as she nodded her head, and he began to rip the paper from the packages that lay at his feet unceremoniously.

James looked momentarily at Sirius before he shook his head, and turned to his girlfriend. He smiled, as she watched Sirius, in awe.

'I had no idea he was such a maniac. I mean, of course, I knew he was a little unhinged, but I had no idea it was this bad,' she said, making James chuckle.

'This isn't even the worst of it. Once, on my birthday, he tricked me into to leaving, so that he could open all my presents.'

'Seriously?' He shook his head.

'Siriusly.'

And with that, the burst out laughing.

Radella sat watching her son and his girlfriend sadly. They reminded her so much of her and her husband, Harold. She missed him so much. She knew it was selfish, but she didn't care.

She was nearly drawn to tears when James kissed Lily, on her beautiful mouth, as she remembered how Harold had kissed her on her own mouth. She got up, trying not to draw attention to herself, and mournfully retreated to her room.

James pulled back from kissing Lily, and saw his mum leave the room out of the corner of his eye. He felt bad, and reminded himself he'd have to spend some time with her later. He turned back to Lily, and saw that she was staring at him contently.

'What?'

'Oh, nothing,' she said, kissing him once more.

'C'mon, you haven't had the tour,' he said, a bit of his happiness coming back. He offered Lily his hand. She took it gratefully, and he pulled her up and off of the floor. He led her out of the warm den, and into the hallway. 'You've seen the kitchen, and the dining room, obviously…'

They went through the dining room, to another hallway at the front of the house. He pulled her down the eggplant coloured hallway to a beautiful mahogany door, he turned the brass doorknob and revealed a dark, and slightly dusty room that was filled to the ceiling with books. The walls were lined with wooden bookshelves, each laden with thick dusty books.

'The library,' he said, smiling at the look on her face, for she was in awe. He chuckled. 'I thought you'd like it.'

'Wow,' she said, running her hand along the shelf closest to her, reading the titles of the books. 'The Dark Arts Outsmarted; Magical Hieroglyphs and Logograms; Olde and Forgotten Bewitchments and Charmes; Why I Didn't Die When the Augurey Cried... These are amazing.'

'Yeah, my dad loved reading, these are all his,' he said sadly.

'What happened to him?' Lily asked quietly.

'He was an Auror. Killed in the line of duty.'

'I'm so sorry, James,' she whispered, coming back over to him.

'C'mon, there's still a lot to see,' he said, taking her hand in his once more. He led her out of the Library, and back through the dining room. She noticed that they passed by a few doors which James did not name, but she did not press the matter, for fear of making him even sadder.

He opened a door, behind which were the stairs that they had come down earlier that day. He led her quietly up the stairs and to the right. They walked down a rich cream coloured hallway that had luscious oak flooring. They walked to the very last door, and he turned the doorknob slowly. As soon as it was opened, he peeked inside, and then pushed the door open for Lily to see.

It was no doubt the messiest room in the house. There were clothes on the floor, books and parchment were scattered about, the sheets hung off of the big four poster bed, sloppily. There were Quidditch posters hanging crookedly on the orange walls.

'Sirius' room,' he said with a grin, and he closed the door. He moved to the next door and opened it to reveal a much less messy room. 'Your room.'

It was indeed her room. She looked at the violently purple walls and recognized it at once. She looked to the bed against the far wall, the one she had slept in so peacefully the night before, and wished nothing more than to curl up in its warmth and sleep.

James continued on to the last room on the right of the stairs; he pushed open this door without hesitation. Lily recognized the gold and scarlet walls at once. The sheets on this four poster were also hanging off; they too were gold and scarlet.

'Talk about House spirit,' Lily said just as James announced that this was his room. James heard this, and turned to stick his tongue out at her childishly. 'Oh yeah, real mat-'

She began, but cut herself off when he moved to his dresser, and pulled something small out. Lily tensed unwillingly.

'Merry Christmas, Lils,' he said, as he turned and passed her a package wrapped in green paper. She looked at the small box questioningly, she calmed slightly.

Finally, not being able to stand it, she ripped the paper off to reveal a small velvet box. She popped it open, and gasped, as she pulled out a beautiful necklace. There was a small heart-shaped emerald hanging delicately from a slender silver chain.

'Oh James, I… I don't know what to say.'

'Do you like it?' he asked, apprehensively.

'Yes, of course, it's gorgeous… But it's too much, I only got you a-'

'Don't worry,' he said, taking the necklace from her small hands and placing it around her neck. She turned to the mirror that stood next to the dresser. She fingered it appraisingly. She looked up to see James watching her closely. He looked nervous, which was very unlike him.

She turned to him, catching her lips on his. She let him into her mouth easily, as a previously unrecognized hunger for him rose up inside her. His hands were at her waist, pulling her into him tightly, while her arms rested around his neck, pulling him down closer to her. James started to slowly walk backwards, pulling Lily along with him, still attached at the lips.

They parted only momentarily, when it became necessary to intake oxygen, and then resumed quickly thereafter, tasting each other ravenously. James laid Lily down on the bed tenderly, and laid himself on top of her, trying not to squish her. Lily moved to run her hands through his already messy black hair as James moved to her neck.

He fingered the hem of her shirt before deciding to delve farther. He slid his hand under Lily's shirt, and she shivered with pleasure. He was moving his hand slowly up farther, as someone yelled from down the hallway.

'Hey! Prongs!' he yelled, and they heard the doorknob turn slightly. 'How come you didn't open your presents? Can I open them?'

James was up and at the door in a flash. Leaving Lily to try and comb through her thoroughly frazzled hair. She sat up on the bed, pulling her shirt down to cover her stomach, as James opened the door.

'What are you shouting about?'

'You didn't open your presents! And I know how mad you got last time, so I thought I'd ask,' he said, hopefully.

'Fine, you can-'

He wasn't even able to finish as Sirius jumped up in triumph and sprinted down the hallway, and down the stairs. It happened so fast, that they didn't even realize what'd happened, but they heard a cry of pain, followed closely by the sound of something large tumbling down the stairs.

Lily jumped up and off the bed and ran out into the hallway, closely followed by James. They were at the top of the stairs when they saw Sirius laying at the bottom, holding his leg, his face almost unidentifiable, as it was covered in yellow boils.

'What in the name of-' They heard Mrs. Potter gasp, as she looked at the scene in front of them. 'Sirius? What'd you do?'

'I think I b-broke my leg!' he said in agony.

'No dear, I meant to your face!'

Sirius looked up at her, in horror, as he felt his face. 'What? Does it look bad? What is it?'

'James, can you help him? We're going to have to take him to St. Mungo's.'

James ran down the stairs and lifted Sirius off the ground, and came to find out that the boils were not only ugly, but gave off a very foul odor.

'So, can you explain it to me again?' Asked Healer McKinnon as Sirius was lay in a bed near the window, boils and all, looking terrified.

'I was err… really excited, and I went to run down the stairs. I got half way before I tripped, and I think my wand must have slipped out of my pocket as I fell, and jinxed me. I must have broken my leg when I landed.'

'Uh-huh, right well, we should be able to clear this up easy,' said the Healer politely.

'And I will still look the same right? There won't be any permanent damage, will there?' Sirius asked frantically.

'No dear, I have a pretty good idea of what jinx this is, with the right potions, it should be cleared up nicely by tomorrow,' she said sympathetically. James sniggered, and Sirius threw him a dirty look.

'I'll have someone in shortly to give you your first potion,' she said with a kind smile.

As she left, James burst out laughing; Sirius tried to hit him, but couldn't reach. So Lily hit him instead.

'Shut up Prongs. At least one Marauder needs to be good looking, and since you obviously can't help us there…' he trailed off with a smirk. 'You need my good looks. You'd be nothing without me. Really Lily, I don't know what you see in him.'

Lily rolled her eyes, as Mrs. Potter walked back in looking slightly happier.

'Healer McKinnon explained everything in the hall,' she said, turning to Sirius. 'You'll have to stay overnight, dear.'

Sirius looked downtrodden. 'But, all my presents! I won't get to use them! I bet James is going to use them all when you go home, just so he can rub it in!'

James hit himself in the forehead, as if that was the most brilliant idea. 'You're absolutely right, though I would have never thought of that, if you hadn't mentioned it, thanks Padfoot!'

Sirius, who thought he was being serious (No pun intended, Lol) began to whine about how unfair it was that he had to stay in the hospital on Christmas night, and James got to go home and use his things. He continued to rant until he realized that no one was paying him any heed. And that they had started talking amongst themselves.

AN: So, it was kind of stupid to end it here, but I didn't know what else to put in this chapter. This one was a bit longer, so I hope you're happy, I know I'm happy with it.

Also, do you think I should up the rating? I mean, I don't think I will put in a Lemon, but like in this chapter, with the snogging. Is it too mature to be T? Let me know, please, and thank you. :)

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Love, Lady Carmilla.