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James doesn't leave my side for the entire evening.
We sit on the sofa in our common room, him playing with my hair and me leaning against him, sometimes talking, sometimes not.
Just being together.
After a while, I get up to go to the toilet, and James grabs my arm.
"Where are you going?"
I laugh. "Just to the bathroom."
"Why?" He whines, and I slap him playfully on the arm.
"Because I need to. I'll be back in a minute."
"Fine." He huffs and then shoos me away with his hands. "Go on then! Go. Quick!"
Rolling my eyes, I practically float up the stairs and walk into the bathroom. When I'm done, I wash my hands and smooth my ruffled hair in the mirror, grinning at my dishevelled reflection.
As I run back down the stairs, I call out to James. "I'm back!"
"Thank Merlin!" He pulls me back down onto the sofa, and I lean into him, then sit up, remembering something.
"James?"
"Hmmm?"
"You do know that there's Transfiguration homework due tomorrow, right?"
"Uhhh...sure?"
"Have you done it?"
"I think so..."
"Hang on, I'll have a look."
Ignoring his protests, I get up slowly, and sift through the pile of parchment on the table.
"Nope, it's not here...now that I think of it...where's mine?"
I flick through the pile quickly, and then go through it again frantically.
"No...no...Merlin...no!"
"What is it, Lils? What's wrong?"
"I can't...I can't find it! My essay!"
"Don't worry, we'll find it. Come on, I'll help."
"You have to do yours!"
"It's ok, we'll find yours first, and then I'll do mine."
I'm a bit worried about him not doing the essay, but I have to find mine.
"I spent hours on it!"
"I know Lily. I know. We'll find it though. Don't worry."
I make my way upstairs, checking every surface for my essay, but it's nowhere to be found.
Half an hour of searching later, I'm pacing in the common room as James slumps down on the sofa.
"So you've checked everywhere?"
"Yep." I nod, counting off places on my fingers. "Down here, upstairs, my room, your room and the desk. Everywhere."
"Have you checked the common room?"
"No...but then I can't go there anyway, and the house-elves or Alice would return it if they found it. So it must be somewhere else."
He rolls his eyes. "We can go, Lily. I have an Invisibility Cloak, remember?"
"No, you don't, you lent it to Sirius, along with the Map."
"Uhhh!" He slaps his hand to his forehead. "I forgot!"
"No, really?" I snap, and then try to calm myself down. It's not his fault.
"It's okay, James. I'll just re-start it. I'll have time if I start now."
"Alright...I'll go check in your room again, just in case you missed anything."
"Okay, thanks."
He gets up and jogs up the stairs, and I sit down, pulling my quill and inkwell out of my bag. Dipping my quill in my ink, I write a few sentences, and then read them over, pulling my hair out of its ponytail.
Conjuring charms are, despite popular belief, the opposite of not Vanishing charms, but Summoning charms. The incantation 'Accio', brings the object to the caster's side, it does not cause it to appear out of thin air with the caster as the Conjuring charm does.
Suddenly, there's a shout from upstairs, and James comes running down the stairs.
"I've got it!"
"What?!"
"I've got it! Your essay!"
He holds up a piece of parchment covered in familiar handwriting, and I run towards him, kissing him soundly on the lips.
"How? Where was it?"
"I don't know! I just summoned it!"
"What?"
"You know, with Accio!"
"Holy Agrippa...how did we not think of that earlier?"
"I don't know!"
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I pull him into a kiss.
As we break apart, I pluck the essay out of his hands and lay it carefully on the table, before kissing him again.
When we finally come up for air, I smile at him. "I love you so much."
"Why? Because I'm amazing? Or because I found your essay?"
I laugh. "Both. Everything. Because you're James Potter."
"In that case, I love you too."
I collapse on the sofa next to him again, and pull a textbook out of my bag.
"Okay then, James. Use chapter three of this and write your essay."
He laughs. "Only you would tell me to do an essay."
"Yep. But if I didn't, you would get a detention, and I don't want that to happen. I haven't done rounds today, and I don't want to do them on my own tomorrow. So no detentions. Okay?"
"Okay. You're the boss."
"Am I?"
"Sure. You're the boss."
"I'm the boss."
I say it out loud, tasting the words. "I'm the boss."
Still smiling, I summon my Defence textbook from the dorm and start to read the chapter on the origin of Dementors, occasionally shuddering at the descriptions. As I reach the paragraph on the first recorded sighting, I sub-consciously move my hand outwards, just to make sure James is there, and wince at the pictures that show people with horrible blank eyes and vacant expressions.
This is too depressing.
I flick through the book and read the page on Patroni, smiling at the familiar silvery animals. After a few minutes, I close the book and stand up, and haul my bag up over my shoulder. "I'm going to go up to bed, okay?"
"Okay, Petal."
I kiss him on the forehead, and he squeezes my hand, and I walk up to bed.
Asante,
She-who-loves-fanfiction xx
