this is all mine. JK ! it's not. (don't miss that pun) these characters are JK's.
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James and Lily lived together. The Head Dormitory consisted of a common room, two suites connected by a hallway, and a large bathroom. At the time, Lily hadn't minded, and had easily come to terms with the fact that she had to share this paradise (which it really was, compared to having to fight over bathroom time and whose shirt was whose, etc, for six years) with James Potter.
Aside from Head Duties, they wouldn't even have to really talk, Lily had thought to herself consolingly at the beginning of the year.
But the accursed Holiday Snog had changed everything.
Lily wasn't sure why, but suddenly James was everywhere. One incident that had seared itself in her mind happened on an unseasonably nice day in late February. She had entered the common room only to see James, clad in nothing but his boxers, laid out on an overstuffed couch right opposite from the entrance. Lily had stopped and stared at the view for a moment before continuing resolutely onwards towards her room.
James had called out before she had taken even one step past him.
"Lily, can you explain this theory to me?"
He hefted the Advanced Potions book that he held in his hands questioningly.
Lily looked over at him to respond and instantly regretted her mistake. She was transfixed by his chiselled abs- was that actually an eight pack? she'd never seen one of those before- and her eyes followed the tantalizing trail of hair there before she tore her gaze away, muttering "no, no I'm rather busy now, " or something inane like that.
She hurried towards her room and threw herself on her bed. A few seconds later she thought, wow, suddenly I don't hate Quidditch so much, and giggled into her pillow.
James, still on the couch, grinned before pulling the blanket that lay by his side back over himself. It wasn't that nice out.
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mmm. eight pack.