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"You don't need to be nervous," James tells me, giving me a kiss on the forehead. We're in his room, sitting on his bed, snuggled up together. I bury my head deeper, trying to lose myself in him. Maybe then I won't actually lose him.
"You're running around with a werewolf as an unregistered animigus. Now James, what should I not be so nervous about?" He strokes my hair softly, and runs his other hand along my midriff that isn't covered by my shirt.
"Lily, we've done it a million times. Don't worry about me, okay?" I shake my head against his chest.
"I can't not worry about you James, I care about you too much." I can feel him smile into my hair, and I lift my head up to peck him.
"I care about you, too," he whispers, before burying his face into the crook of my neck. I lean my head on his.
To be honest, I think I may love James. Now I know, we haven't been together for very long, but I've been pining away, something even I didn't fully know, for at least a year. But I'm not ready to say it, by any means. James has implied that he loves me before, with the flirting back in fifth year and the letters that he wrote last full moon. I'm sure he can sense I'm still uncomfortable with it though.
"Please, please be careful," I whisper, and he nods.
"I will." I stand up, seeing as the clock is about to strike nine.
I mumble, "I should probably leave, so you can... you know... do your thing." He shakes his head though, still being able to tell my discomfort.
"Stay here tonight. My folks are out of town, but you'll still have the house elves to keep you company. You can even invited Alic... I mean someone over. Maybe Marlene or Mary?" I hear the mistake he made, mentioning Alice. We aren't currently on good terms, what with my spilling the beans to Sirius and the disagreement on her engagement. We aren't in a fight... just in something I can't explain. Something I'm unsure we can fix.
"I'll... I'll owl my house, and say I'm staying over at a friends." He nods, a wide smile appearing on his face.
"I've gotta go," he whispers, combing my hair back from my face. I nod, and pull him into a kiss. This one is full of passion, fear, and maybe even love. I tangle my fingers in her hair, and pull him closer. We are interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Come on, Prongsie," he says, a faux happiness in his voice.
"Bye," he says to me, before giving me a quick hug, and leaving the room. I sit up on his bed, clutching my knee until I hear the door slam, knowing James left. Though its early, I curl up on his bed, and try not to think about James or Sirius or Remus or Peter getting hurt. I don't think about Alice or Frank or anything of that sort. I lay there, and try to think of nothing. Turns out, it's pretty goddamn hard to think of nothing.
At nine thirty, I decide that sleep is the only thing that will take my mind off things. However, I find it's quite uncomfortable wearing jeans to bed. Getting up, I pad around the room and over to James's dresser. After rummaging around, I find a pair of Quidditch shorts and an old jersey. I slip both articles of clothes on. The shorts fall past my knees, and the jersey is much to big, but I don't care. It's more comfortable then what I had on before.
I doze in an out through the night, twisting and turning in James's sheets. At one point, I remember Kimmy handing my a glass of water and some crackers, and the leaving. I don't dream, and it feels strange because of that. Most would think I would have nightmares, about James getting hurt or dying, but no. Complete silence, silence that is screaming in my ears.
When the door creaks open, I jolt awake. There stands James, his face and arms scratched up.
"James?" I whisper. "Shit, are you okay?" He starts to walk over, and I notice a limp. I jump out of bed, grab my wand, and run over, helping him into the bathroom.
"Remus was a little-ow!" he calls as I push a little to hard on his arm. I mouth sorry. "He was a little rough tonight." The bathroom isn't too messy, a few pieces of dirty clothes on the floor and their toothpaste spilled a bit on the sink, but cleaner then I'd expected. He sits on the lid of the toilet, and I take out my wand, knowing a few healing spells.
"Wash cloth?" I ask, and he points to a small closet. After taking one from it, and wetting it with warm water, I slowly dab at the wound on his face. "Where are the deepest gashes?"
As he talks, I clean his arm wound. "There's one on my chest that isn't to bad, and pretty deep one on my calf. That's why I'm limping." I pull my and out now, muttering a few spells up my breath, and waving it near his face in a small swish. I see the skin slowly start to mend back together, until there is only a red slash on his cheekbone, rather then a horrible cut. I do the same on his arm.
I strip his shirt off, almost gasping as I see whats underneath. The first thing I notice is a bleeding wound, and realize that it must of stained his shirt. I throw it int the laundry bin. The second thing I notice is James's muscular chest. No, not overloaded with muscles or a six-pack, but nice, firm abs. I blink, telling myself not to think about it now, before slowly fixing that cut too, and moving to his leg. This one is deeper, and will need time to heal, but not unfix-able.
"Is Sirius hurt?" I ask once I'm finished, and James shakes his head.
"Not more then we usually are. He doesn't need to be fixed up." I nod contently, and help him up from his seat, leading him to his bed. Once he's in, I turn to go, thinking he probably wants his space. He grabs my wrist though, and pull me next to him in bed.
"You're wearing my clothes," he states, pulling my against his warm chest.
"Oh shit James, I'm sorry," I start, "I didn't think you would mind and-" His lips interrupt me, as he places them on mine. I kiss him back gently.
"That's aways okay," he says. "You look better in them anyway." I giggle, before laying my head on the pillow and curling up next to him. His hand is on my hip and his face next to mine, facing me.
"I was worried," I say quietly, "But I'm so glad your okay."
"Thanks for fixing me up," he murmurs, pulling me a bit closer and burying his face in my hair. "Your like this... like this light, that leads me home no matter what. I tried to be safe, for your sake, so I could come back to you. Obviously, though, I didn't do a very good job of it." The way he says it, it's so sincere, like he means every word. With James, there isn't any faking or bullshit, he says whats on his mind.
As I drift off to sleep that night, one sentence echoes in my head. I'm in love with James Potter.
The next morning, I wake up to a dog licking my face. could smirk!
"Sirius, what are you doing to Lily?" James calls from downstairs. Sirius shoves his head into my hand, begging to be pet. I laugh and give in.
"He's just being himself," I say back, as he licks my hand. I hear footsteps on the stairs.
"Well, he was supposed to come wake you up and tell you it was time for breakfast," he explains, now outside the doorway. Though I'm still tired, I get up and walk with James to the kitchen, with Sirius following and wagging his tail behind us.
"What time is it?" I ask groggily, rubbing the crust from my eyes. He takes me hand and pushes open the kitchen door, while saying, "About nine thirty." I nod, but my jaw drops when I see all the food on the table. It is stacked with bacon, eggs, sausage, waffles, pancakes, and more.
Seeing me expression, James says, "Kimmu didn't know what you liked, so she kind of made… everything. She likes any excuse to cook, since my mum usually does it." The smell wafts toward me, and I practically jump with anticipation.
Once Sirius has turned human again, we all dig in, and by the end of the morning meal, I stuffed.
"Thank you so much Kimmy," I tell her as she takes the dishes back to the sink, "It was delicious. Do you need any help with that?" I offer, pointing towards the dirty plates.
"Thank you very much, Miss Lily," she squeaks. "And no, Kimmy has gots it." I nod, as she piles her tiny little arms with plates, still feeling slightly bad I couldn't help. Even though she didn't want me to, I still helped bring the plates over and wash them. I didn't know where Sirius or James were, but I knew they were probably having some guy time they didn't want me to interrupt on.
Once the kitchen was clean and the dishes were done, Kimmy pops away, claiming about cleaning something, though I can't imagine what could possibly be dirty in the pristine house. Before I can turn around to go find James, I feel arms wrap around my waist.
"Hi," I say, leaning back into him, tilting my head back, and kissing the underside of his chin. He flips me around, so I'm facing him, and backs my into the counters, practically bending me back as he leans forward. Finally, he captures my lips, running his hands along my hip bones. Shivers run down my spine, and I stand on my tippy-toes just to get closer.
He sees my struggle, and wraps his arms around my waist tighter, before lifting me into the air and placing me sitting on the counter. I tangle my fingers in his raven hair, and gently trail my fingers down his back. At this, he gives a slight moan, and places his hands in my mane.
His tongue is tracing the insides of my mouth and his lips moving against mine. Even now, I feel light headed, entranced by his lips, his voice, his small his small what?. If I didn't know any better, I'd say I am under the Imperius Curse. I am so entranced by James, though, that I don't see a certain someone walk in. A certain someone who is not Kimmy or Sirius or Alice.
It's someone else. Someone much worse.
A/N: OHH CLIFFY... well not really because you guys knows who walks in from my last author's note.
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