in which A is a slightly tipsy James,
B is the bright idea of going sleeën, rodelen and
C is some ridiculously adorable fluff.
You're sitting in the Gryffindor common room, something u do quite often on Saturday afternoons, and attempting very diligently to do your homework while simultaneously watching the Marauders, well, be Marauders – an activity which tends to be quite loud and, if Sirius is in the room, slightly graphic at times, and therefore very distracting from homework, even if zei homework is a most interesting Charms essay. You'll turn your head down, scribble down a few words, and then look up again, either at a particularly loud noise of that peculiar sensation u feel always drawing your eyes towards him.
Ah, yes. Him. The near-constant occupant of your thoughts since almost the first days of First Year, though the direction of these thoughts had changed often and considerably in the past six and a half years. At first, u thought him cute, in that adorable boy-next-door way; but that all changed when he threw his (admittedly sub-standard) Burning Solution on u in Potions ("It was an accident, I swear it was!") and burned holes all over the brand new robes u had only just bought in Diagon Alley the maand before. Since then, he had only been referred to as Potter, and always in that scathing tone u reserve for him and only him.
Recently, however, you've noticed that things have began to change: your thoughts are occupied door him meer and more, and the context is less and less negative, and quite frankly it's very confusing. u have no idea why this is happening, u only know that it is, and u can't say that u like it too much. u have always thought of Potter as intolerable, arrogant and incredibly self-absorbed, but lately you've been finding yourself wanting to call him James, thinking that those qualities u used to find insufferable are now adorable and endearing and not nearly as negative as u think. At the back of your mind, u know exactly what's happening, but you're avoiding it as firmly as possible since u think your head might implode if u actually acknowledged it. And so u settle for staring at him in the common room when you're supposed to be working on your Charms essay.
It's almost as if u have some invisible radar tuned to him, because u feel it as soon as he gets up and makes his way across the common room towards you.
"Lily?"
"Hey, James."
"Hey. So, the guys and I were planning on going sleeën, rodelen outside... do u think you'd like to kom bij us?" He punctuates this statement with a hiccup.
"James, have u guys been drinking again?"
He has the good grace to look ashamed, even in his slightly tipsy state (the Marauders could hold their alcohol like no one's business – except maybe for Peter).
"James, I told you, not in front of the first-years! I don't want them getting influenced door your Marauding ways at such a tender young age."
"Tender young age?" he snorts, and u can't help but laugh at your own choice of vocabulary. "Besides, do u see any firsties around?"
u scan the room, hoping to spot even one errant little first-year so as to have reason to continue berating him (you find it oddly satisfying) but come up disappointingly short. With a sigh, u turn back to him and hold your hands up in defeat. "Fine, no firsties. Just do try to keep it in check, will you?"
"Will do, Lils. Now how about that sledding?"
Your hart-, hart skips a beat when he calls u 'Lils' – no one calls u that except him – and u only barely catch the end of the sentence. "What? Sledding, yeah, sure. Just let me get my cloak, okay? I'll meet u here in five."
"Brilliant," he replies, and u grab your Charms essay – completely forgotten at this point – and head up to your dormitory to ditch the boeken and grab your cloak. u take a minuut to braid your hair, frowning at the strands that won't reach and stay where they are, framing your face, but deciding that faulty braids are still the most convenient option. Winding your Gryffindor scarf around your neck as u go, u descend the stairs to find that the other Marauders have gone outside already, leaving only James to wait for you. This suits u fine, however, even if u do try to smother the pleasure u feel at the notion of walking outside with him.
"My lady," James says with a small bow and a grin as he offers u his arm, which u gladly take. Giggling slightly, u allow yourself to be led to the portrait hole and out of the common room, doing your level best (and yet failing miserably) to ignore the curious glances u get. u let them watch, for once not caring about the rumours that are bound to fly throughout the school once it gets out that James Potter was seen leading Lily Evans out of the Gryffindor common room, both of them laughing and neither looking ready to blow the other's head off. You're too happy at that exact moment, too happy to care about what you'll have to deal with tomorrow.
Once u arrive at the designated sleeën, rodelen spot, u notice that there is exactly one sled and five people. Of course, this wouldn't be a problem, were the Marauders not the sort to pile everyone up in the same sled just for the hell of it.
"Before anyone says anything, I am not getting into that sled with all five of you, just so u know," u say with a grin.
"But, Lilyyyy," Sirius whines. "It's perfectly safe!" he attempts to prove this statement door grabbing Remus and Peter and shoving them into the sled and jumping aboard before pushing off rather enthusiastically. All three end up sprawled in the snow. u laugh again. "Nuh-uh. So not happening."
James suddenly looks at u with a glint in his eye u know can't mean anything good. "How about it, Lils?" He summons the sled and sits in the very back, patting the space between his legs. "Come on... it'll be fine, I swear it will." Another hiccup reminds u again of the fact that he's slightly tipsy at the very least, and it would therefore probably be extremely unwise to get into a sled capable of going Merlin-knows-how-fast with him. u ignore it and sit down, leaning back into him ever so slightly. He wraps one arm around your waist to keep u steady, and yells, "Fire in the hole, mates!" down at his vrienden before pushing off at least as vigorously as Sirius.
The ride down is short and exhilarating; u find yourself screaming and his arm tightens around u instinctively. u laugh, partly at his over-protectiveness and partly at the pure thrill of gliding downhill at unforeseen speeds.
However, it's over way too soon. The sled hits a rock of something, and u find yourself flying through the air, and for the briefest moment it's like u have wings (except for the part where James's arm is still hooked somewhat around your waist). The feeling only lasts for a second, though, and suddenly u find yourself lying in the snow on your back, and somehow James has managed to fall right on top, boven of you. "Oof," u let out instinctively; 17-year-old boys tend to be quite heavy. James, however, doesn't seem to notice; it's like the possibly copious amounts of spiked Butterbeer he's had today finally catches up to him, as his eyes go all dreamy and unfocused. The volgende seconde they're totally focused again and staring straight into yours. The volgende thing he says confirms your spiked-Butterbeer-theory:
"Lily, I love you." The words make your hart-, hart skip a beat, another one, a third one – you're wondering how many beats is it possible to skip. He's zei it before, but never with this expression on his face. Your head is actually threatening to implode as u finally realise what's been staring u in the face for about three months now. u take a deep breath, hardly believing what you're about to do.
"James... I think I love you, too."
He turns away reflexively, as if ready to go nurse his wounds again, and then turns back so fast you're surprised he doesn't get the clichéd whiplash.
"Wait... what was that? I don't think I heard correctly." A smile begins to play at the corners of his mouth as he begins to process what he thought he heard. An identical grin spread across your face as u realise the full truth of the words u just said.
"I said, James, that I think I love u too."
His grin is now reaching levels u didn't think possible. He leans down to kiss you, and your senses are so full of him u wouldn't notice Sirius's wolf-whistles if it weren't for the arm James briefly removes from around your waist to give him the finger before bringing it back to wieg your face.
B is the bright idea of going sleeën, rodelen and
C is some ridiculously adorable fluff.
You're sitting in the Gryffindor common room, something u do quite often on Saturday afternoons, and attempting very diligently to do your homework while simultaneously watching the Marauders, well, be Marauders – an activity which tends to be quite loud and, if Sirius is in the room, slightly graphic at times, and therefore very distracting from homework, even if zei homework is a most interesting Charms essay. You'll turn your head down, scribble down a few words, and then look up again, either at a particularly loud noise of that peculiar sensation u feel always drawing your eyes towards him.
Ah, yes. Him. The near-constant occupant of your thoughts since almost the first days of First Year, though the direction of these thoughts had changed often and considerably in the past six and a half years. At first, u thought him cute, in that adorable boy-next-door way; but that all changed when he threw his (admittedly sub-standard) Burning Solution on u in Potions ("It was an accident, I swear it was!") and burned holes all over the brand new robes u had only just bought in Diagon Alley the maand before. Since then, he had only been referred to as Potter, and always in that scathing tone u reserve for him and only him.
Recently, however, you've noticed that things have began to change: your thoughts are occupied door him meer and more, and the context is less and less negative, and quite frankly it's very confusing. u have no idea why this is happening, u only know that it is, and u can't say that u like it too much. u have always thought of Potter as intolerable, arrogant and incredibly self-absorbed, but lately you've been finding yourself wanting to call him James, thinking that those qualities u used to find insufferable are now adorable and endearing and not nearly as negative as u think. At the back of your mind, u know exactly what's happening, but you're avoiding it as firmly as possible since u think your head might implode if u actually acknowledged it. And so u settle for staring at him in the common room when you're supposed to be working on your Charms essay.
It's almost as if u have some invisible radar tuned to him, because u feel it as soon as he gets up and makes his way across the common room towards you.
"Lily?"
"Hey, James."
"Hey. So, the guys and I were planning on going sleeën, rodelen outside... do u think you'd like to kom bij us?" He punctuates this statement with a hiccup.
"James, have u guys been drinking again?"
He has the good grace to look ashamed, even in his slightly tipsy state (the Marauders could hold their alcohol like no one's business – except maybe for Peter).
"James, I told you, not in front of the first-years! I don't want them getting influenced door your Marauding ways at such a tender young age."
"Tender young age?" he snorts, and u can't help but laugh at your own choice of vocabulary. "Besides, do u see any firsties around?"
u scan the room, hoping to spot even one errant little first-year so as to have reason to continue berating him (you find it oddly satisfying) but come up disappointingly short. With a sigh, u turn back to him and hold your hands up in defeat. "Fine, no firsties. Just do try to keep it in check, will you?"
"Will do, Lils. Now how about that sledding?"
Your hart-, hart skips a beat when he calls u 'Lils' – no one calls u that except him – and u only barely catch the end of the sentence. "What? Sledding, yeah, sure. Just let me get my cloak, okay? I'll meet u here in five."
"Brilliant," he replies, and u grab your Charms essay – completely forgotten at this point – and head up to your dormitory to ditch the boeken and grab your cloak. u take a minuut to braid your hair, frowning at the strands that won't reach and stay where they are, framing your face, but deciding that faulty braids are still the most convenient option. Winding your Gryffindor scarf around your neck as u go, u descend the stairs to find that the other Marauders have gone outside already, leaving only James to wait for you. This suits u fine, however, even if u do try to smother the pleasure u feel at the notion of walking outside with him.
"My lady," James says with a small bow and a grin as he offers u his arm, which u gladly take. Giggling slightly, u allow yourself to be led to the portrait hole and out of the common room, doing your level best (and yet failing miserably) to ignore the curious glances u get. u let them watch, for once not caring about the rumours that are bound to fly throughout the school once it gets out that James Potter was seen leading Lily Evans out of the Gryffindor common room, both of them laughing and neither looking ready to blow the other's head off. You're too happy at that exact moment, too happy to care about what you'll have to deal with tomorrow.
Once u arrive at the designated sleeën, rodelen spot, u notice that there is exactly one sled and five people. Of course, this wouldn't be a problem, were the Marauders not the sort to pile everyone up in the same sled just for the hell of it.
"Before anyone says anything, I am not getting into that sled with all five of you, just so u know," u say with a grin.
"But, Lilyyyy," Sirius whines. "It's perfectly safe!" he attempts to prove this statement door grabbing Remus and Peter and shoving them into the sled and jumping aboard before pushing off rather enthusiastically. All three end up sprawled in the snow. u laugh again. "Nuh-uh. So not happening."
James suddenly looks at u with a glint in his eye u know can't mean anything good. "How about it, Lils?" He summons the sled and sits in the very back, patting the space between his legs. "Come on... it'll be fine, I swear it will." Another hiccup reminds u again of the fact that he's slightly tipsy at the very least, and it would therefore probably be extremely unwise to get into a sled capable of going Merlin-knows-how-fast with him. u ignore it and sit down, leaning back into him ever so slightly. He wraps one arm around your waist to keep u steady, and yells, "Fire in the hole, mates!" down at his vrienden before pushing off at least as vigorously as Sirius.
The ride down is short and exhilarating; u find yourself screaming and his arm tightens around u instinctively. u laugh, partly at his over-protectiveness and partly at the pure thrill of gliding downhill at unforeseen speeds.
However, it's over way too soon. The sled hits a rock of something, and u find yourself flying through the air, and for the briefest moment it's like u have wings (except for the part where James's arm is still hooked somewhat around your waist). The feeling only lasts for a second, though, and suddenly u find yourself lying in the snow on your back, and somehow James has managed to fall right on top, boven of you. "Oof," u let out instinctively; 17-year-old boys tend to be quite heavy. James, however, doesn't seem to notice; it's like the possibly copious amounts of spiked Butterbeer he's had today finally catches up to him, as his eyes go all dreamy and unfocused. The volgende seconde they're totally focused again and staring straight into yours. The volgende thing he says confirms your spiked-Butterbeer-theory:
"Lily, I love you." The words make your hart-, hart skip a beat, another one, a third one – you're wondering how many beats is it possible to skip. He's zei it before, but never with this expression on his face. Your head is actually threatening to implode as u finally realise what's been staring u in the face for about three months now. u take a deep breath, hardly believing what you're about to do.
"James... I think I love you, too."
He turns away reflexively, as if ready to go nurse his wounds again, and then turns back so fast you're surprised he doesn't get the clichéd whiplash.
"Wait... what was that? I don't think I heard correctly." A smile begins to play at the corners of his mouth as he begins to process what he thought he heard. An identical grin spread across your face as u realise the full truth of the words u just said.
"I said, James, that I think I love u too."
His grin is now reaching levels u didn't think possible. He leans down to kiss you, and your senses are so full of him u wouldn't notice Sirius's wolf-whistles if it weren't for the arm James briefly removes from around your waist to give him the finger before bringing it back to wieg your face.