Sleepover
Stupid freaking quidditch. Stupid freaking parties. Stupid freaking Hestia. I sigh and slam my pillow over my head. You have got to be kidding me. The heavy beat of Hestia's stupid music is throbbing and making my head pound. So she caught a freaking snitch, whippee. It is nearly two in the morning, The novelty should have worn off by now. But unfortunately it hasn't. I will admit, that it was damn good catch, and yeah it won us the game, but I still don't understand why these parties have to last so long.
Unfortunately, Hestia, being my dorm mate, decided to bring the party upstairs because too many people were drunk and passed out in the common room. So her and a bunch of groupies were talking, laughing, and dancing, quite loudly if I do say so myself. I flip onto my other side, shoving my pillow further over my ears as another round of laughter breaks out. I am so exhausted. I was ready to fall asleep at nine but of course Marlene wouldn't let me go to bed when I wanted, and now I can't even get to sleep. Marlene could sleep through a hurricane, I envy her for that right now.
I make the decision to go sleep in the common room, surely most of the house is sleeping by now. I grab my blanket and huff out of my room, ignoring Hestia and her pose. Another round of laughter rings out as I slam the door, most likely it's directed at me. My brain is too sleepy to even care. Ever since I got into that fight with Justine, Hestia's BFF, she's been downright horrible, well honestly they both have. That's normally where I go when one of my dorm mates is being too loud at night. I trudge down the steps and try to push Justine out of my mind.
I almost cry when I reach the common room. The music is still very loud and group of drunk guys are singing christmas carols. All the couches are either taken up by drooling drunkies or covered in questionable liquids. I feel so tired maybe I can sleep in the hall or in an empty classroom, even though I'd regret it tomorrow.
In my sleepy thinking, I make a decision. I'll probably regret this tomorrow too.
Trudging up the stairs to the boy's dormitory, I knock semi quietly on Potter's door. I hope he answers and not-
"Sirius, hi." I say to the sleepy boy at the door.
"Lily? What are you doing here?" he slurs at me. It's obvious I had just awoken him from a very deep sleep.
"Is Potter here? I need to talk to him." As the words escape me I suddenly wish I could turn back time and just go back to my dorm. This was a bad decision. But it's too late now.
Sirius nods and retreats back into the dark room.
"Prongs wake up, Lily is at the door asking for you." I hear faintly, they are only half whispering.
"Wha?" I hear James reply, his voice thick and husky.
"Just go to the door." Sirius snaps before I hear a sound like him flopping back into the bed. There's a rustling before James appears at the door, half naked. A blush colors my cheeks and I keep my eyes planted firmly on my feet and not his bare chest.
"Evans?" he asks, blinking like he's not sure if he's seeing me right. It's then that I remember my pajama choice for the night. The girl's dorm is always burning up this time of year, I regret not changing as I glance down at my frilly shorts and tank top. My blush somehow increases.
"Hi" I say quietly. I guess I've forgotten how to form a sentence.
"Hi." He replies with an amused smirk. "You know, if you wanted to see me without a shirt on, you could've just asked, you didn't have to surprise me at two in the morning." he says cheekily.
I close my eyes and resist the urge to smack him. "You amaze me with your conceitedness Potter. No, that's not why I'm here." I start fidgeting. I want to just turn back now, but my exhausted brain is ready to just fall asleep right there. What if he says no? Oh, merlin that would be so embarrassing. And he'd never let me forget it either. He'd tell the whole world how I tried to sleep with him. Even if it's not in the way he'd make it sound. I cringe and contemplate just running away right then.
"Then why are you here?" He still looks amused.
I sigh, and gather my gryffindor courage. "Well, you see, it's two in the morning, I mean obviously, but what I mean is…Well Hestia caught the snitch you know, so her and her groupies are in my dorm and they are being really loud and I can't sleep in there, because I'm a really light sleeper you know, I mean, if you drop a pen I would wake up…But anyway, normally I would just go sleep in Justine's room, but we had that big huge fight the other day and I can't exactly ask her for a favor now, so I tried to go sleep in the common room but there's still people and throw up everywhere and I guess-"
"-Evans." James cuts me off. He's straight up grinning now. "So is there a point to this monologue or what?" He knows where I'm going with this but he wants to hear me say it. Prick.
"Can I sleep with you? I mean, you know, actually sleep, not the other connotation for that word but just… Sleep." I blurt out. He is barely holding himself back, he's wants to laugh so bad. I glare at him.
He lets out a snort before breaking down into giggles. Yes, giggles. The completely unmanly, barely contained kind of laugh.
"It's not funny! I am so tired, can you please just answer already." I whine. Getting no sleep makes me annoying.
"I'm sorry, really, but can you just say that one more time?" He laughs again "You, Lily Evans, would like to sleep with me, James potter? Am I dreaming or something? I think I am."
I whack him in the arm, staring him down.
"Fine, fine no need to abuse me. And stop looking at me like that! Of course you can sleep in here Lilykins, it'd be an honor. So do you want me to make a bed on the floor or something, you can have my bed if you want, uh I'm sure we have extra blankets around here somewhere." He says looking behind him at his room.
"No!" He stops, turning to look at me with a bewildered expression " I mean, I don't want to kick you out of your bed. I was actually thinking we could share the bed, I don't take up a lot of space. If you would rather not, I'd totally understand and I could take the floor bed…" I trail off at his shocked expression. "What?" I ask. He looks like a fish, all wide eyes and gaping mouth.
Shaking his head he asks with that same stunned voice, " You were thinking we'd share the bed? As in me and you, in the same bed…together?"
I nod. He splutters a bit. I've obviously stunned him out of words.
I sigh, "Yes or no, Potter, if you haven't noticed, I'm extremely tired so…"
"Wait, you understand I have a twin bed right?" I nod. "So you realize that if we share, I will probably have to touch you, right?"
"I'd considered that, yes Potter. Is that a problem?" I drawl, he's starting to really annoy me. I just wanna go to sleep.
"Oh, it's not a problem for me, not at all, I mean, okay yeah come in." He smiles.
I walk into the room, it's dark and I can barely see a thing. He grabs my hand and leads me over to his bed on the far left side of the room, by the window. I scoot into the bed, it's already warm. I can smell his scent so strongly. James slides in next to me, his warm skin touching mine, I shiver at the contact.
"Do you want the curtains open or closed?" he whispers. I consider this, If they are closed it creates a more intimate atmosphere, but open means that in the morning, his dorm mates will all know I slept over.
"Closed." I whisper. I hear the curtains being closed but I can't see anything in the darkness. When James lays back down on my left, we are shoulder to shoulder, both laying on our backs. It's very uncomfortable.
"Look, I know it's a little weird, but could we, I don't know, snuggle or something? I don't think I can fall asleep like this." I realize that he must be halfway off the mattress.
"Sure" I whisper back. He turns and lays on his side, pushing my shoulder so we are both facing the right. He then pulls me back towards him so my back is pressed against his chest. Lastly he drapes his arm over my middle. I have to admit, it does feel quite nice.
"Is this okay?" He asks, I can feel his breath ticking my ear and feel the vibrations from his chest against my back. I try not to shiver in pleasure because I know he'd feel it, but I fail.
"Yeah" my voice is barely audible.
With his arms wrapped around me, I easily drift off to sleep.