Summary: When a class assignment pairs two students who have never seen eye to eye together for two weeks during the summer, sparks are bound to fly, along with tempers, tears and clothing? JPLE. Rating may change.

A.N.: J.K.Rowling, Scholastic, Warner Brothers, they all own Harry Potter. I own nothing. I can barely afford gas for my car let alone try to copyright a story for a fanfic site. And if you, Mrs. Rowling would just put out a new Harry Potter book each week; we uber-fans wouldn't have to take matters into our own hands and hope to Merlin you don't sue us for plagiarism.

This isn't my first fic just the first one I've had the nerve to post, most of the time they are just a very weird catharsis. I appreciate your opinions so please review and tell me what you think! Will update often. Rating will most likely change later just to be on the safe side.

Muggle It

Ch. 4. The Power of Pancakes

Lily couldn't be sure how long she lay in bed that night, replaying the events of the previous day in her mind. How could this have happened? She couldn't have feelings for James! Besides, this was just another one of he and his friend's stupid pranks. Make Evans fall for you then laugh, show them you really can get any girl.

That didn't take away the memory of his hands in her hair, whispering her name over and over again in her ear. His hot breath on her neck, warm lips pressed against her forehead.

There was also that horrifying knowledge that if, in that moment, he had kissed her, she would have let him.

'Let's look at this logically,' she thought. 'All the reasons I should not get involved with James Biggest Idiot in the World Potter.'

He's pranked you continually since first year.

He's completely arrogant.

He has an odd obsession with holding people up by their ankles.

He's a flirt.

He has a reputation.

He's hiding something, (those names for one.)

You've always hated him.

Think of the torment, (Evans, kiss me or I'll hex Snivelus, Evans, marry me or I'll charm all of the schools armor to follow you around, singing the Hogwarts song…again.)

He's James Potter.

Lily hugged her pillow tightly. Yes…that was a good list. A reasonable, well thought out list. Only, she knew there were a few things missing.

He makes you laugh.

He makes you smile.

He makes you want to believe he's a better person.

You're falling in love with him.

Yes, that last one was a bit tricky to over look. But there it was. She would be a liar if she tried to say she never had feelings for him. There had always been something there. It just got covered up with aggravation, annoyance, infuriation...However without those three things acting as a firewall; she was forced to deal with it. Look it straight in those hazel eyes and admit: she had fallen for James Potter.

"Ow, Dammit…bloody muggle piece of…"

Lily heard a loud bang as she turned the corner towards the kitchen. She was going to be a big girl, and not avoid him for the next two weeks like she wanted to.

She heard another bang and walked over as quietly as she could and peaked in the window.

James was now rubbing his toe and glaring at the stove. Moe was perched on a nearby chair, watching with amusement as his master let another slew of swear words fly at the oven.

Lily saw him pick up a piece of parchment read it over and look back at the stove, looking thoroughly perplexed.

He leaned in closer, reading the dials. He paused, frowned and reached up and turned one to the right.

A flame shot out of the burner he was leaning over causing him to let out a huge yelp and leap back, crashing into the chair Moe was perched on, knocking the two of them to the ground. Moe squawked, beating his wings in James's face as he tried to escape the tangle of idiot and chair.

Lily fell through the doorway in peals of laughter, landing in a heap on the floor next to him, tears streaming down her face.

James looked like he had his face painted for a Gryffindor match. "Its not funny." he said defensively.

This only made Lily laugh harder. "I'm….sorry….are you…," She could barely choke out the words in between her fits. "Are you ok?"

"Fine." He stood up, looking mortified as he picked up the chair, Moe still glaring at him. "Brinkley said we could help ourselves to whatever…just clean up after." He grabbed Moe under his arm and hurried to the door.

"James…oh James come back…I'm sorry I laughed." She was still grinning as she said it.

"Not hungry." He pushed the door opened and disappeared out of sight.

Lily felt slightly guilty as she pulled herself up off of the floor. However, it had been quite funny; watching him almost set himself on fire.

She walked over and turned off the burner when her eyes caught the parchment lying on the counter next to the stove.

James,

Thank you for letting us know you arrived safely, you father has been pestering me about the dangers of muggle trains all day. He also wanted me to tell you good work in not handing over your wand. He would have flooed there and smacked you with it if you had. And don't worry love, she'll come around. Were you nice to her sister like I told you? Just show her who you really are and go from there, if it's meant to be then it will happen, you can't force these things. From what Remus has told me you haven't exactly made the best first impression with the girl, or second, or third…but don't think on that. She'll come around. Remus and Sirius were here yesterday. They would like to know if they can write, and if you will be back for a quote, "Marauder's Moon Lit Stroll" If you boys are taking him out Lily will be the last of your problems do you understand me James Harrison Potter! Now, as you know, your father can do no wrong when he makes me this, follow the directions and you should be alright. Write soon,

Love,

Mum and Dad.

Lily scanned the rest of the letter to see detailed, step by step directions on how to make blueberry pancakes.

He was trying to make her breakfast.

He asked his mummy how to win her over.

Lily felt a very odd feeling in her chest; he was trying to make her breakfast. And she laughed at him. In her defense he had nearly set himself on fire trying to turn on an oven. But he had tried to make her breakfast.

Lily walked out onto the porch to see him sitting on the steps, his back to her. A faint wisp of smoke was weaving its way into the air above him. She took a step back towards the door then closed her eyes. He's risked looking like an idiot for her more times than she could count. She could do it once.

She sat next to him quietly. He didn't look over, just took another drag off of his cigarette.

"You know…they're saying those can kill you." She didn't look at him as she said it, just kept her focus on the lake across the yard.

"It will take more than this to do me in."

"Idiot."

She saw a small smile twinge across his lips.

"I'm sorry I laughed. Are you alright?" She asked.

"Pride got a little singed, but that's it." He took another drag, still not looking at her. If he had, he would have seen her smile.

"And here I though your pride was unflappable." She pushed her shoulder into his playfully. "Come on Potter, cheer up, it wasn't that bad."

"So…get a kick out of my letter?" He asked coolly.

"What—What letter?" she asked as innocently as she could.

"I wouldn't lie if I were you Evans. You're horrible at it. I went back to get it…saw you…must have found it hilarious." His voice was tinged with embarrassment, and to her dismay, a hint of anger. The fact that she was back to Evans wasn't lost on her either.

"James, I…"

"Going to run off and tell your friends what an idiot I am? About what an ass I made of myself. Today, and last night…so you know what, forget about it ok. I take it back. I get it, there's probably way too much there for you to ever feel that way about me and, I don't blame you. I've been a prat. I'll just stay out of your way." He stomped out his cigarette and stood up. "Sorry, for everything."

He started to walk towards the door and in that moment, Lily just knew.

"Wait." She reached around to grab his hand, getting him by the wrist instead. "You are SO Infuriating sometimes!"

She stood up, still holding onto his wrist as her green eyes bore into him. "You think you get a magical on-off button? Do you think you can say one thing one minute and the opposite the next! You can't! It doesn't work that way Potter. I came out here to tell you ok. Let's give it a shot and you tell me you're not interested anymore! What the Hell is your problem! And…." She stammered angrily, "You don't get to walk away from me! I'm going first!"

Her red hair whipped around as she turned on her heal, dropping his wrist and storming towards the door.

James, looking gob smacked, grabbed her wrist and spun her back around. "Oh no you don't."

He brought her arm up around his neck as he slipped his other around her back, pressing her against him as he kissed her without giving her a chance to argue.

By the time she felt his lips on hers she had no idea how she had gotten there, one moment she was yelling at him and then…her mind went blank.

Her other arm went around his neck pulling herself up to his height, opening her mouth more, showing him it was alright to continue as she ran her fingers up into his hair.

It was a good thing his arm was around her because she felt her legs getting weaker and weaker with each brush of his lips against hers.

She could feel the slight stubble on his chin rubbing against her as she kissed him harder. It felt like the most natural thing in the world, wrapped in his arms, kissing him. He was so gentle, obviously not wanting to push her too far, yet longing to at the same time.

Every inch of her body was on fire. Her brain was screaming at her to stop, to think rationally. However for the first time in her life, her heart was ignoring her brain, maybe if it had before, she would have realized just how attracted to him she was. How much she not only wanted this, but needed it.

She felt his other arm wrap around her lower back, pressing her against him tighter. Lily didn't mind, she couldn't remember the last time she had ever felt as safe as she did, nestled tightly in his arms.

James pulled away slightly, letting his nose nuzzle hers as he kissed her softly, both of them fighting to catch their breath. "Lily. Lily I'm sorry."

"No your not." She looked directly into his hazel eyes and pulled back, startled. "You're wearing glasses?"

James went slightly pink. "Not allowed to do magic, no Seeing Charm." He reached up to pull them off but Lily put her hand over his, not taking her eyes off of him. She gently stroked his cheek with the tips of her fingers.

"Leave them. They suit you."

"Ok." He replied quickly, not letting go of her. "What…," He paused, trying to take in what was happening. "What changed your mind?"

"You." She brushed his cheek again. "I didn't know it, but I was just waiting for you to show me the real you. For you to prove to me that I wasn't a stupid conquest. But I swear to Merlin James, if you prove me wrong, if you break my heart, I will never forgive you."

James rested his forehead against hers. "That will never happen. You give me a chance, I won't disappoint you. You won't regret this Lily. I promise. You won't regret it.

"Ok." She nodded slightly, a smile spreading across her face. What she said next surprised her more than it did him, "I trust you."

And she meant it.

She tilted her head, leaning in slightly. He caught her in a kiss before she had the chance too. She could feel him grinning as he kissed her. The fingers on his perfect hands pressed softly into her back, finding the small strip of skin between her jeans and tee-shirt. It sent the same spark through her as it had when his hand had brushed hers. Only this time, it was much much stronger. The kiss became more desperate. He seemed afraid to pull away, scared that it was nothing more than a dream.

It occurred to her then what this must have meant for him. He had been asking her out since the end of fourth year, though it hadn't been much more of a joke. She had only started to sense that he might have real feelings for her since last year. She just couldn't stand the idiot he was around his friends. He wasn't the same person he was on the train, on the porch, the man she was kissing right now when he was with them. When he was around them, he was Prongs. When he was with her, he was James…her James.

Her James, whose perfect hand was wandering a little too far south.

"James." She said breathily, pulling away slightly.

"Sorry." His hand was immediately back at her waist.

"No your not." She said, smiling cheekily.

James chuckled a little, still not letting go of her waist. "So…What now?" He asked.

"I don't know. Well, I guess it depends." Her brain, which had been fighting for control kicked in. Not having his lips on hers made it much harder to ignore it. "Is this a summer thing? Are we going to tell people? When we go back to school, are we going as a couple? Do we tell Mr. Hawthorn and Ms. Brinkley? They might not approve. They might send one of us away."

James just smiled though her rant, watching her with amusement. "Lily," He cut in as he reached up to run his fingers though her hair. "You think too much."

"I have a problem with that." She admitted, blushing slightly.

"Do you want this to be a summer thing?" He asked nervously.

She shook her head.

"Ok." The relief in his voice was obvious. "Let's just see what happens then. I've waited a long time for this. You're not getting away that easily."

She smiled up at him. "Ok. Just keep your hands where I can see them Mister. I'm not that kind of girl." She scolded him playfully.

"No, your not," He agreed. He was still tracing his fingers though her hair. Every time they grazed the skin on her neck she felt a soft tingle that seemed to run throughout her entire body. "We'll take things slow, as slow as you want. I told you, I've wanted this for a long time and, I'm not going to let anything ruin it. I'm serious Lily, if you give me the chance, I can make you happy. I just need the chance to show you that."

Lily smiled. "Well, you're making a good start of it."

He grinned happily. "So, um, I was going to attempt to make breakfast. Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Ok, well….after you." He motioned to the door nervously, not quite sure how to go about this new couple situation. He opened the door and set his hand on her lower back, following her in.

"Hands." She reminded him mischievously.

He put them up in defense as he smiled. "Yes Dear."

"Don't call me Dear."

"Yes Sweetheart." He grinned cheekily at her and she bumped into his shoulder, smiling as well. He draped his arm over her shoulder as they walked down the hallway.

"What about Love? Sweetums? Oh, I know, Pumpkin!" He named off innocently as they walked.

"Let's just get you some practice saying Lily."

"Yes Dear."

"James!" She said in a familiar exasperated voice as she tried to hide her smile.

He laughed and leaned down and kissed her temple. "Just keep reminding yourself that you find me undeniably charming."

"I definitely find you something. However I don't know if I would call it charming."

He pushed the door to the kitchen open. "Can't get passed my good looks?"

"Yes, something like that." She drawled.

"I knew it."

The door swung shut behind them, cutting off their laughter from the hall.

A.N. Ok, there's chapter four! Please tell me what you think. Things are going to start picking up from here. I'll post again soon. Thanks for reading and please please review, it keeps me motivated.