Author's Note: Okay there Guys and Dolls! I am surprised with how much I like this fic, I'm a pretty big Jily shipper so writing him with someone else was weird but also I've never written a character like her before. I don't know much about Mary MacDonald other than that she was in school at the same time as them so I have made use of my artistic licence here. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything at all!

Fling

James had thought that over time it would get easier. He had thought that the constant stream of rejections, the snide remarks and the hateful glares would lessen overtime. Or he thought that they would at least start hurting less.

But they didn't.

Every time the beautiful Lily Evans rejected him it was like being stabbed. He had tried, he had really tried, to be a better person so that she would see that he was changing and that he was capable of change. But no, she only ever saw him as the stupid boy they had been as kids.

That's how he ended up in the Hog's Head Inn in the early hours of the morning nursing a nearly drained bottle of Firewhisky and generally feeling sorry for himself.

He didn't notice the petite blonde that slid on to the barstool next to him, he didn't really care too wrapped up in his own sorrow, that was until she placed a pale and delicate hand on his knee.

James jumped at the sudden contact. He nearly fell backwards off his stool only managing to keep his balance y flailing his arms wildly. A movement which sadly caused him to knock the bottle of Firewhisky off the bar so it smashed on the ground. James pouted sadly at the shards of glass and small puddle of liquor on the stone floor.

"What's wrong James?" She purred and James swivelled on his stool. He had to squint because the world had gone extremely blurry but after a few seconds he could distinguish the features of Mary MacDonald.

She was a pretty girl, all legs and boobs. With long silky golden hair and pretty blue eyes and the way she was smiling at him right now made James' stomach do flips. Those lips, painted red and pulled up into a sultry smirk.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times but his tongue felt heavy and funny in his mouth. Too heavy to lift and use properly. "I-I-I'm shad" he slurred frowning at her.

"I can see that," she pouted looking sad at him through long thick eyelashes. "But what's wrong, are you sure there isn't anything I could help you with?" As Mary talked she slid closer to him, causing her hand to slide further and further up his thigh.

He stuttered, wide eyes going to the pale hand and the dangerous journey it was making. "M-Mary, what are you doing?"

She gently slid off the bar stool and took his hand pulling him up. He swayed on the spot still looking at her in utter confusion.

"I know that it's Lily you want James, but it seems you can't have her. I just want to be a good friend to you, and I know how to make it all better." She started walking backwards towards the stairs which led up to the private rooms. "Come on," she said tugging him along with her.

James stumbled drunkenly after her.

I realise that was a little, ooc, but meh it was what my muse came up with and I had to write something tonight because I go on holiday tomorrow. Woo!

Much Love, MaryandMerlin x