"But there's a scream inside that we all try to hide
We hold on so tight, we cannot deny
Eats us alive, oh it eats us alive, oh
Yes, there's a scream inside that we all try to hide
We hold on so tight, but I don't wanna die, no I don't wanna die,
I don't wanna die, yeah"
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Requested by: @shitlordanakin
Pairing: James x Lily
Word count: 491
Summary: James and Lily are alone in the common room late on night, and Lily’s mind is wandering
Rating: K
Lily Evans was many things. Friend, prefect, head girl, daughter, sister (if reluctantly) but one thing she wasn’t, despite how many friends and innocent first-years wrongly thought so, was James Potter’s girlfriend.
No. Just no. That’s why, that October night in the common room when she was snuggled close to James’ side on the sofa in front of the fireplace, she made a point of keeping her eyes open and her mind off his hand running up and down her arm. The grandfather had long clock struck half 11 when Marlene announced she was going off to bed, leaving James and Lily alone in the common room (everyone else had left hours earlier, when the moon was still low on the deep blue night sky).
“I’’m surprised you’re still awake.” Lily turned her head slightly, looking at James.
“Why?”
“Well, because you’re never awake past 9pm.”
“You’ve been talking to Sirius again.” He played with the hem of her sweatshirt.
“No. I know you, and you’ve been awake later than the first years exactly once since the term started.” Lily smiled, and tried to hinder her mind from wandering to that other night.
“Well maybe you’re a good entertainer, Evans.” Lily nearly flinched, she’d gotten so used to him calling her Lily, Lils even, that the last name sounded strangely formal. “Keeping me on my toes.”
He slid his hand down next to hers, letting their fingers intertwine. They’d held hands before. He’d grabbed her hand helping her off the sofa, or dragging her along to do merlin knew what. She’s taken his hand in hers to stop him doing something stupid. He’d slid his hand into hers so she wouldn’t pull her wand out at the Slytherins who called after her in the hallways. This was different. It didn’t have a purpose. And it freaked her out, while simultaneously feeling weirdly nice. She couldn’t help the laugh that slipped from her lips. She immediately regretted it when James moved his hand away from hers.
“Oh, Are you ticklish?” he said apologetically.
If she said she wasn’t, she’d have to explain why she’d laughed. If she said she was, his hand would stay rested behind her on the cushion.
“No. You just caught me by surprise.”
“Oh, okay.”
Without looking, she knew he was blushing. His voice changed when he blushed, became more boy-like. A year ago, she wouldn’t have believed James Potter to be able to blush, now she couldn’t picture the tall boy without at least a hint to redness on his earlobes at any time. His hand slid into hers again, fingers stroking her bruised knuckles.
“It’ll be alright,” he promised. “And if it’s not, I’ll make it alright.”
His lips pressed gently against the top of her head. She wanted to pretend her heart didn’t skip a beat, her lips didn’t curl into a smile, her body didn’t relax into his. Not his girlfriend.
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@potterversenet members event: favourite characters ♥ hermione granger
I just think it’s very irresponsible to start performing spells when you don’t even know what they’re for, and stop talking about ‘the Prince’ as if it’s his title, I bet it’s just a stupid nickname, and it doesn’t seem as though he was a very nice person to me!
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