A/N: SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IN SO LONG. Exams are a bitch. So just thought I'd address a couple of issues before we get started. THIS STORY IS AN CANON AS POSSIBLE. Obviously, Lily and James are supposed to get together in seventh year, and they are obviously together here, even if it is a secret. Everything else will be as canon as possible, so all you Frank/Alice shippers need to calm down! Um.. hm.. what else did I need to talk about... RIGHT! Okay, so I'm sorry for never replying to reviews but I'm super busy and it's hard for me to get around to it. If you have any questions, you can send them to me on my Tumblr, which is ofcatsandthings (. tumblr . com) I reply to ALL asks so if you have any questions about the story, or when the next chapter will be posted, you can send them there. And to be honest, we have no idea how long this is going to be, but it'll be pretty long. It's going to go through the end of their seventh year, so.. yeah. GO ENJOY AND SORRY IF YOU HAD TO READ THIS AWFULLY LONG AUTHORS NOTE!
It is damn near impossible to keep my hands off of Lily during my Quidditch lessons. She's advancing nicely, now that she's over her fear of heights, and every time she does something well I want to lead her away and snog for a few hours, but unfortunately that's not exactly an option. That, and I'd get fired and Lily would get kicked out. And not only would both of us be embarrassed, but Lily would have less of a chance of being an Auror. I am not going to risk that for her.
During lunch a few days after she came to my house for dinner, we sneak away from our friends so that I can "help her with her steering technique." Really, we end up creeping to the supply shed a little ways away and...enjoy each other's company.
My tongue is in the middle of exploring her mouth and her hands are currently running up and down my back when she pulls away suddenly and starts...talking. "James," she says, "Do you think maybe..."
"We're taking things too fast?" I finish for her, and she nods. "Well...do you want to go slower?" She shakes her head and we laugh.
After a short, clean kiss, she resumes in speaking to me. "I don't know...maybe we should just try and get to know each other better before this goes any farther..." I nod this time and release Lily from my arms, gesturing to a few over-turned buckets.
"Take a seat. We're going to play Twenty Questions."
"You know that game?"
"You expect me not to?" She chuckles and waits for me to ask my first question. I think for a minute, wondering where I should start. I realize there are many things I don't know about Lily and start simple. "What's your favorite color?" I enquire, causing her to laugh at my easy question.
"Green." Like her eyes. "Yours?"
"The color of your eyes." She rolls the very thing I just spoke of, and I continue my interrogation. "Favorite subject at Hogwarts?"
"Hmm...Charms."
"Eh. I prefer Defense."
"That's just because you're too busy goofing off for Flitwick to like you as much as he does me."
"Guilty as charged. Favorite children's story?"
"Alice in Wonderland."
"Never heard of it...is it a Muggle story?" She nods, giving a look as if she's saying duh. "I like Babbity Rabbity and the Cackling Stump."
"What the hell is a Babbity Rabbity and why does a stump cackle?"
"Maybe I'll share the story with you sometime. Erm...biggest fear?" I say, suppressing a laugh at my question. Lily glares at me, and I hold up my hands defensively. "Joking! But you don't know my biggest fear."
"Well, what is it then?" I think the answer over in my head, wondering if I should say it aloud, if it's too soon... "James...?" Aw, to hell with taking things too quickly.
"Seeing you get hurt..." I say very quietly, but loud enough for her to hear. My eyes are looking at the spare broomsticks, my hands, the dirt on the ground...anywhere but Lily. But then I feel her gentle hand on my shoulder, her hair brushing my face, and her lips on mine. We kiss slowly, gently...just kissing.
Then the door of the storage shed bursts open with a thud.
Lily and I jump apart, scared silly by the sudden interruption. The silhouette of a small person is illuminated in the doorway, and an equally small voice says, "What is the meaning of this? Lily...with him?" Wait just a bloody minute.
"Oliver...?" Lily squeaks tentatively.
"Yes, it's me. How do you explain yourselves now, huh?" Oliver walks into the shed, arms crossed over his chest and looking very proud of himself. Lily stands, too, and starts addressing Oliver with as much patience as she can muster (which, judging by her strained facial expression, must not be a lot).
"Oliver," she starts. "I'm asking you not to tell anyone-especially the camp heads-about me and James. I'm begging you. This is really important to the-"
"And what's in it for me?" he says defiantly. "I outta get something for not telling."
Lily hesitates. I'm about to pull out my wand and Obliviate the kid out of here, but then she replies. "What...what is it you would want?" Oliver glances from Lily, to me, back to Lily, back to me, then finally rests on her face, eyes squinted.
"You're going to have to kiss me. On the lips. At least five seconds." Forget wands and magic, I'm about to punch this kid out of here, but I see Lily sigh as if this wasn't half as bad as she was anticipating.
"Well...okay, Oliver. Do you want it now, or-"
"No. I want it right when class starts again after lunch. Which should be in about-" he checks his watch and grins, "-three minutes. See you then, Lily." And with that, he walks out of the storage shed, slamming the door behind him. Lily turns, her face perfectly calm, and sits down on the bucket she sat on before. But I can see the storm brewing under her composed facade.
"...Lily-" I start to say, but I'm interrupted.
"The Sorting Hat misjudged that kid," she interjects, not looking at me. "It put him in Hufflepuff. He most definitely should have been a Slytherin." Silence for a moment, then both of us start laughing. She leans in to me and I wrap my arms around her, taking in her intoxicating scent.
"I was terrified for a moment there, though," I say, now serious. "I was certain he would tell on us. And when he wanted to kiss you...I wanted to tell him you refuse, but you handled it much better than I would've."
"Yeah, well," she states nonchalantly. "I think that definitely applies to more situations than just his." I kiss her quickly then stand, pulling her up with me.
"Come, my dearest. If I am not mistaken there is a twelve-year-old boy out there waiting for that magical moment when your lips meet his." Lily pretends to gag and we laugh, hurrying out of the shed hand in hand before he have to stop again.
Normally, I'm definitely not the jealous type. When girls at school would flirt with other blokes in front of me, it did absolutely nothing to my ego. But with Lily...things have definitely always been different. Whether she would be kissing her boyfriend at the time or a twelve-year-old she had no feelings for, I would be irrationally and furiously jealous. Although recent events provide evidence that maybe Lily gets jealous over me, too. I never thought I would ever say those words.
Oliver struts up to the field as our class begins, sticking his chest out as far as it can go. Lily and I share a look and both of us are struggling not to laugh. I start to direct the class towards the edge of the field, near the goal posts, and say, "...And Lily and Oliver will stand at the other end, to...erm...play Keepers there."
"No, we won't!" Oliver exclaims, putting his hand on his hips. "If this is going to happen, it's going to happen for the whole class to see!" Damn. He knows what I was trying to do. The kids share confused looks, but I keep my eyes on Lily, who shrugs.
"Alright, Oliver," she says, bending down. I see her lips move, muttering something that looks like, "let's get this over with," but Oliver doesn't notice. The next thing I know, their lips are touching, and I want to scream with rage and punch that kid in the face. It's not fair how they can kiss-and Lily doesn't even like him-when we can't display the slightest amount of affection for each other.
The kids gasp, giggle, and squeal (one of them even falls over). As soon as five seconds are up, Lily pulls apart, fixing Oliver with a stern look. He, however, looks positively over the moon. I probably looked the same way soon after Lily kissed me for the first time.
That's what scares me the most. Oliver and I just have way too much in common.
Later that night, sitting high in a tree far behind my house, Lily whispers, "You know, I didn't enjoy kissing Oliver half as much as I enjoy kissing you..." Who can guess what we did next?
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