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since it seems unlikely snape could have known about james' (presumably) stag patronus do you think after years of thinking of his doe patronus as a great symbol of his love for lily he would have found out about harry's patronus and that james had been a stag animagus and just like ... realised JP was coming back from the dead to own his whole life yet again?
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Fans: Rowling said in an interview that Snape wouldnât have cared for Harry and protecting him if he wasnât Lilyâs kid, so checkmate Snape fans he was a bad selfish man all along
Me: Yeah most people donât care about some rando kid and would risk/dedicate their lives over a stranger they have no connection to???
Same for Dumbledore⌠Had Harry not been the chosen one to defeat Voldemort he would never have cared about him. Everyone has a agenda and itâs perfectly understandable.
Most people are not cool with random babies being murdered, even if they have no connection to it (or you know, werenât obsessed with the babyâs mom). Like just personally, and I get that weâre all different, I wouldnât swear my allegiance to a man who murders innocent babies. But hey! Thatâs just me!
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âAre you blushing?â for jily hogwarts maybe?? đ
this is a little cliche but⌠*shrugs*
Lily Evans realizes she has a crush on James Potter at a very inconvenient time â as if there ever could be a convenient time to realize such a thing. But in the middle of Potions class while brewing Amortentia has got to be the most inconvenient time for such a revelation.
She can reconcile friends. She has reconciled it, really, since their tentative friendship began at the beginning of sixth year. But beyond that?
âExcellent job, Miss Evans,â Professor Slughorn tells her as he examines her potion. âThough I expected no less from you, of course. You should soon smell the effects of the potion, if you have not already.â
The textbook spirals that are emitting from the potion should have been indication enough that she has done everything correctly, but the horrid realization of it all is she doesnât need her eyes to tell her what her nose already is.
She should be sharing a table with Lupin â thatâs how she started out sixth year, when her previous partner inexplicably died (at least, he is dead to her anyway) â but she and Remus havenât been partnered for months. Instead, sheâs partnered with James.
Much as she wants to avoid it, her eyes travel to him. He is looking between her and his own cauldron grinning. âLovely Lily with her perfect potion brewing,â he teases, before stirring his own.
She doesnât respond, physically unable to. She feels drunk on the effects of the potion and doesnât trust herself to not say something absolutely stupid. Because the truth is, she is overwhelmed by the smell of freshly cut grass, cinnamon, and him. She doesnât even know what it is, some natural scent of his she canât remember committing to memory â but itâs a brisk smell, like the winter air just before snow, but warm and sweet smelling. A few weeks of sitting next to him at breakfast after his morning run must have commit it to her memory.
âA-ha,â James says, suddenly, as the spiraling tendrils of smoke start rising from his own cauldron. âNot bad.â
Their eyes meet and Lily breaks first, hastily turning off the heat to her potion to allow it to settle before she can ladle it into the vial she will turn in for her grade.
âOi! James,â Sirius Black calls, as a piece of parchment comes flying at them, softly hitting Jamesâ shoulder. Lily forces her eyes to stay on her work but James turns to his friend.
âWatch it,â says James, though he is smiling. âThink Iâm going to get an O on this one, so donât need you mucking things up.â
âAre you sure itâs your potion and not your partner you are smelling?â Sirius replies. âOr, I suppose could go either way since itâs the same, yeah?â
Sirius laughs in response, but when Lily finally looks up at James his cheeks are warm.
âAre you blushing, Potter?â she asks â deflects â suddenly.
âWhat? âCourse not,â James says, tugging at his collar as if to emphasize his discomfort. âBloody hot in here, innit?â
âSure,â she says, stifling a laugh.
âHey Lil,â comes Maryâs voice, suddenly at her side. âWant me to take your vial up to Slughorn?â Lily turns to see Mary, who is holding her own vial, slightly off-color than what it should be. Maryâs smiling drunkenly back at her. âGosh, your potion is much stronger than mine. Itâs hard to tell with the smell everywhere, but now that Iâm closerâŚâ She lets her sentence drift off with a hum as she breathes deeply. âWhat do you smell?â
âNothing,â Lily answers quickly, and knows immediately it is the wrong thing to say.
âNothing? You canât smell nothing.â
âNothing, Mare,â Lily says warningly, feeling her own cheeks heat up as she stoppers her vial.
âAre you all right, Lils? You look flush.â
But before Lily can answer, another voice interrupts: âAre you blushing, Evans?â and she only goes redder for it.
âIâm fine. And I can take this up to Slughorn myself. Thanks anyway,â Lily says, leaving them behind, knowing she carries the scent of James with her even as she goes.
Mary watches her go, her brain still in a fog from the potion. âWhatâs it you smell, Potter?â
James turns his attention from Lily to Mary, his cheeks flush again. âNothing.â
âNothing, like Lily smells nothing?â
James throws another look at Lily before sighing. âIf only.â
Being Jamesâ partner is comfortable by the time seventh year comes around. Where she once thought his aptitude lacking, she has since learned he has deft hands - in more ways than just in potion-making. They work comfortably together as Head Boy and Girl, and then a short while later as boyfriend and girlfriend. And soon, the subject she once associated with another boy is now all about James.
âYouâre adding too much spleen,â she tells him one afternoon, leaning toward the cauldron, propping her chin upon her hand.
âAh, sorry,â he says, his cheeks rosy from the steam wafting up from the potion.
She has seen his cheeks rosy before. He flushes in moments of happiness as well as anger, in the great joy that is Quidditch, and when teased mercilessly by her or his friends. But something about this particular time sparks a memory in her mind.
âWhat did you smell when you brewed Amortentia last year?â she asks.
He turns to her so quickly that his elbow bumps the potion, spilling a bit down the side and onto the fire below which crackles in protest. Â
âI canât remember,â he says, cheeks flushing further.
âIâm sure you canât,â she replies, a light laugh on her lips as she leans away from him to pick up the next ingredient for their potion.
âI think you know what I smelled, Evans. I think the real question is what did you smell? If I recall correctly, you told Mary you smelled nothing.â
âSo, I did,â she says as she begins stirring.
She lets the silence hang between them, knowing â because she knows James â that it is driving him mad. He places a gentle hand upon her hip, thumbing the fabric of her skirt before ducking down to whisper, âLilyâ in her ear.
âMe?â he asks, clearly surprised. His hand flies off her hip, directly into the cauldron, which goes toppling off of the fire, clanking as it crashes to the floor and spills its content.
Lilyâs jaw is nearly on the floor until she turns to look at James, who is still staring at her, hands clutching his hair, as though nothing has gone amiss with their potion. She canât help but laugh. âWell now you know why I didnât tell you.â
He is still muttering indignantly under his breath even as he cleans up the mess, and she laughs even harder.
Sure, yeah, I can accompany you to that black tie event for your work tonight. Wait. Why are we on a red carpet? Are you famous?
thanks for the prompt!! i tried to keep it under 2k but that clearly did not happen lolÂ
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James Potter to Lily Evans at 3:14 p.m.: hey can u call when u get a sec
Lily Evans to James Potter at 3:18 p.m.: sry i was with a pt, whatâs up
James Potter to Lily Evans at 3:19 p.m.: i have a favor to ask
It was 3 p.m. on a Friday and Lily Evans was just barely sitting down to eat lunch. Sheâd sat down in the empty breakroom, kicked up her legs onto a nearby chair, and just barely bit into her sandwich when she had seen Jamesâ text. She replied a few minutes later, too hungry to type anything coherent.
When he called a minute later, her mouth was full of food. She swallowed quickly and pressed the accept button. âHello?â
âHey Evans,â he said, and Lily smiled at the sound of his voice. It had been a few months since sheâd talked to him. She wished they lived closer, but she had just finished her residency in Manchester and he played football for Arsenal in London, and they were both so busy they didnât have the chance to get together often. But they were the kind of friends who were able to pick up exactly where theyâd left off every time they caught up, and Lily had missed him.
âI saw your game against Southampton last week.â Lily popped a crisp in her mouth. âNice goal.â
She could practically hear his smirk through the phone. âWatched me, did you?â
âRemember that guy I told you about? The one I was talking to?â James hummed in agreement. âWe went out for a drink and the game was on. I try to catch most of your games, but my schedule is a little - .â
â- Crazy, I know,â James laughed. âAre you still with him?â
Lily shifted the phone to her other ear. âNo, we kind of just stopped talking.â She didnât want to tell him that the real reason she had stopped talking to him was that before he found out that Lily knew him, heâd spent several minutes badmouthing James. Once he was finished, Lily gave him a quick rundown of the various ways he was an asshole, and then promptly left. She wasnât a big fan of him anyway, and that had kind of sealed the deal.Â
âWell, good - I mean, so sorry about the bloke, Evans - but I have a problem.â
Lily waited for him to continue, and he didnât make her wait long. âThereâs this event for work. Sirius is out of town, and I would ask my mum, but she went to the last one and just isnât up for another late night yet, so if you arenât busy, and I mean, only if you want to -â
Lily interrupted, laughing. âWhat do you need, James?â
âThereâs this black-tie event I have to go to. Itâs not a big deal, and we wouldnât have to do anything. Would you want to go with me?â
Her eyebrows raised and she was a little surprised. âWhen is it?â
âTwo weeks. Itâs a Saturday.â
Lily pulled her phone from her ear and tapped on her calendar icon. She had that Saturday, Sunday, and Monday off. She considered her options, but there was really only one. Of course, she wanted to see him because it had been months, and she was never one to say no. She would just need to go shopping sometime before then. âOk, sure.â
âReally? Brilliant, thanks, Evans.â
They chatted for a few more minutes until Lilyâs lunch break was over, and she had to rush off to her next appointment. She sent a quick text to Marlene asking for her help with dress shopping, packed up her lunch and left the breakroom.Â
James Potter to Lily Evans: hey, mum got wind of you coming down to london and would luv to see u
Lily Evans to James Potter: EUPHEMIA
Lily Evans to James Potter: of course!!!
Lily Evans to James Potter: i could come down a few hours early
James Potter to Lily Evans: actually do u wanna stay the night? we prob wonât be done until late and itâs a long trip back
Lily didnât hesitate.Â
Lily Evans to James Potter: yeah! I love ur mum and itâs been way too long
James Potter to Lily Evans: sweet, ill see you in a few days x
 Lily closed the door to her apartment, locking the door behind her. She made her way down the stairs and out to her car, carefully hanging her dress on a hook in the back seat. Sheâd originally planned on just taking the train down, but it would be faster to drive, and she didnât want to worry about keeping her dress wrinkle-free on the train.Â
When she arrived at the Potterâs house (though it was more like a mansion) a few hours later, a wave of nostalgia hit her. Lily and James had become friends at uni, and their friend group often went to the nearby Potterâs house for a home-cooked dinner. Lily had especially become close with Euphemia, Jamesâ mother, and used to go over even when James wasnât there.Â
She pulled into the large driveway and parked the car before grabbing her bag from the backseat. Before she could even get to the door, Euphemia swung the door open and pulled her into a tight hug. âLily, dear, itâs been too long!âÂ
Lily dropped her bag and hugged her back, excited to be back. âIâve missed you, Euphemia!â Over Euphemiaâs shoulder, she saw James running down the stairs towards them. Lily swallowed hard as she saw him. He was somehow even taller than the last time she had seen him, and football had definitely been good to him. Normally, he lived in a flat closer to his training facility but had returned to his mumâs house for the night.
As James approached, Euphemia let go of her and James immediately grabbed her into a hug. âAlright, Evans?â
Lily grinned into his shoulder, feeling his arms wrapping all the way around her. She squeezed him extra tight once before pulling away, then put one arm over Euphemiaâs shoulders. âIâm doing good!â She glanced over her shoulder at her car. âIâm not sure when we have to leave, but I left my dress in the car, should IâŚâ
âIâll grab it.â James stuck out his hand and Lily handed him the keys. He was out the door in a second, and Euphemia steered Lily into the kitchen.Â
âCongratulations on finishing your residency, Lily! Or really I should say congratulations, Dr. Evans.â Euphemia winked at her. Lily blushed and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She still wasnât used to the title, and even though she knew she had fully earned it, it still felt a little unreal.
âThank you, Iâm just glad to be done.â Lily took a seat at the counter, leaning her arms on the counter. Euphemia plopped a pastry in front of Lily, who took a bite without hesitating. She was an excellent cook who was always making something, and on the drive down, Lily had secretly hoped that today would be no different. âThis is the best thing Iâve ever tasted. Itâs blackberry filling, right?â
Euphemia nodded. âNow that youâve finished your residency, are you planning to stay in Manchester?â
James walked in and tossed Lily her keys. Lily shrugged, casting her eyes quickly towards James. âIâm not sure. I love Manchester, but Iâve missed London more than I thought.â She took another bite of the pastry, chewing quickly. âI have a job now up there, but Iâm not too attached yet.â
âRemus is planning on moving back here,â James cut in. âHe just finished his masters, and has a job lined up here already.â
âI wish I got to see him before I left.â Lily glanced down at the counter. âI know I havenât been able to visit a ton, but hopefully I can now.â
Euphemia patted her hand, eyes twinkling. âWe know you were busy with your program, but you could make it up to us by moving back here.â
âMum! Donât guilt-trip her.â
Lily laughed and finished off her pastry. âIâd do anything to be closer to your baking, Euphemia.â
âIâll make your favorite custard tarts every day, Lily.â
âDone.â
James snuck a blackberry pastry behind his motherâs back, holding a finger over lips to Lily. She grinned at him before turning back to Euphemia. âYou know, the only reason I agreed to go with James is because I wanted to see you.â
Euphemia clutched her hands over her heart. âI always knew you were my favorite, Lily.â
Lily sent a wide smirk at James, whose mouth was so full of pastry he couldnât retort back. Euphemia glanced at a clock. âJames, what time did you say you were going to be leaving?â
James checked his phone. âThe car is coming at six. Weâve got about an hour.â
Lily raised her eyebrows and moved to the sink to wash her sticky fingers. âI need to do my hair.â
âYou know who else needs to do their hair?âÂ
âMum, for the last time, my hair is fine.â James dodged his motherâs attempt to smooth out the tangles on his head.Â
Euphemia turned to Lily, hands on her hips. âDonât you think he needs a haircut?â
Lily pursed her lips at them, staring at James. âActually, I think he looks good with that mess. Hides the rest of his face.â
James tried to flip her off just as his mother turned around, saying âNevermind Lily, you arenât my favoriteâ, and was rewarded with a swat from an oven mitt.
She grinned at him and headed back to pick up her bag by the front door. âCan I use your bathroom?â
Euphemia pushed James towards Lily, smiling and muttering something about Jamesâ hair. He grabbed her bag from her and walked up the stairs. âMum put you in the guest room next to mine. Thereâs a bathroom in there you can use.â
Once theyâd arrived, Lily expected him to disappear into his room until she was ready. Instead, he sat on the carpet next to the bathroom, looking up at her. They started talking, Lily curling her hair as they talked. It was nice catching up with him, and Lily had a hard time concentrating on getting her hair right when she could watch James through the mirror.Â
It was a quarter to six when she glanced at her watch and realized he was still wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. âThis is a black-tie event, right?â
âShit, yeah, Iâll be right back.â He jumped up and closed the door behind him.Â
Lily put the finishing touches on her makeup - which was relatively simple because any makeup skills she used to have basically had disappeared in the past few years. James had brought up her dress bag, and she unzipped the bag and pulled it out. Luckily, it was still wrinkle-free, and in a few seconds, she had wiggled into it, zipped it up, and slipped on her shoes.Â
Somehow, James had made it downstairs before her and was talking quietly with his mum in the kitchen. Lily walked in, heels clicking quietly, and they turned to look at her.Â
She heard Euphemiaâs quiet gasp and Jamesâs soft âwoahâ. Blushing again, she did a little turn. She was wearing a silver floor-length dress paired with black heels. It was relatively simple, with small straps and a waist that hugged her hips and then dropped straight to the floor. Marleneâs eyes had practically bugged out her head when Lily had tried it on, and judging by the way James was looking at her right now, it was a good choice.
James hugged his mum and made his way to her, holding out his arm. âYou donât clean up too bad, Evans.â
Lily took his arm gratefully. âOh, this old thing?â
Behind them, Euphemia was insisting on a picture, and Lily put her head on Jamesâ shoulder, smiling for the picture. But Euphemia took a second to get her phone ready, and James tilted his head to whisper in her ear. âYou look amazing, Evans.âÂ
Euphemia, finally ready, held up her camera and Lily didnât get a chance to respond. She hoped he didnât notice the goosebumps that had popped up on her arm when he had said that. She snapped the picture, and then, arm in arm, they made their way out the door.Â
Lily had been expecting an uber, but instead, it was a small limo with a chauffeur. She gave James an odd look, who just opened her door for her and helped her in. Lily waved goodbye at Euphemia, and the driver took off.Â
âSo what is this event for, James? I donât think you ever told me.â
James tugged at his tie. âUh, just an awards ceremony.â
âAn awards ceremony?â
âUh-huh.â
âAre you getting an award?â The driver slowed to a stop, and Lily could see a long line of cars in front of them.
âUh, no.â
âAre you just being humble?â
James tugged at his tie again. âNo, Iâm definitely not getting an award.â
Lily frowned as the driver inched forward again. She could hear some yelling in the distance, and she glanced out front again. âYouâre one of the best on the team. Didnât you say this was some team event?â
âUh, no, I never said it was a team event.â
Lily glanced out front again and saw a team of photographers running towards the noise. Her heart rate started to pick up. âJames.âÂ
He looked at her, half smiling and half nervous. âHm?â
The car inched forward again and now Lily could see a red carpet going up a flight of stairs. She looked outside the window and realized exactly where they were in London. As she connected the dots in her head, her eyebrows raised.
She rounded on James. âWhatâs this event called?â
He had a bit of a smug look on his face as he answered. âThe Brit awards.â
âThe Brits? As in, famous award show with lots of famous people, the Brits?â Lily hissed. She smacked him on the shoulder with her purse. âAre youâre just telling me this now?â
He winced slightly. âYes?â
Lily groaned and sat back in her seat. They were only a few cars away from the red carpet, and she could see the crowds of people all around. âYou arenât a musician.â
âNo, but they usually invite a few athletes. David and Victoria Beckham are usually here.â He shrugged. âThey invited me this year.â
Lily smacked his shoulder again. âI cannot believe you didnât tell me this. You said it was no big deal.â
âWell, Iâm not getting an award or anything, so itâs really not a big deal -â Lily shot him a look and he stopped talking.Â
He ran a hand through his hair, tousling his brown locks. âLook, Evans, Iâm sorry I didnât tell you. I kind of thought you would just figure it out?â
Lily tried to stop herself from smiling, but it was just so James that she had to laugh. He had an ego the size of England, but at the same time, was somehow humble enough to think that getting invited to a giant award show was no big deal. But she didnât have time to process this new information before their car was at the center of the red carpet, and a man in a suit came to open their door.Â
âYou alright?âÂ
Lily took a deep breath and nodded. James slid out first, then held out a hand for Lily as she climbed out of the car. She stood carefully, adjusting her skirt and then, with shaking hands, reached up to fix Jamesâ tie. He grabbed one of her hands and squeezed it. âWe can go back if you want. I really should have told you, sorry Evans.â
âIâm a doctor, James. I have no clue how to handle this.â
He squeezed her hand once more. âTheyâre going to love you. Just follow me, yeah?â
Lily returned his squeeze and turned to look at the flashing lights of the cameras and swarms of people. This was way different from what she had been expecting, but she definitely wasnât going to leave now. She took another deep breath and turned back to him with a smile. âDo you think Lewis Capaldi is here?â
He grinned, ran a hand through his hair one more time, and led her up the red carpet.Â
An assistant led them through the carpet, although James was so charming and charismatic that they didnât need the help. They smiled for pictures, a few serious ones with Jamesâ hand on her hip, and a few with his arm more casually over her shoulder and her head leaning on his arm. James had a few interviews, which mostly focused on what he was excited to see inside. A few reporters asked who she was, and James introduced her each time as âmy friend from uni, Lily Evans.â
They even asked her a few questions, curious about this mysterious girl James Potter had with him. Lily blushed each time, but his steady presence next to her helped her remain calm and collected, but by the time they were inside, she felt even more out of her comfort zone.Â
Their assistant led them to their table and then waved goodbye. Their table was so far empty, and since James wasnât up for any awards, they were towards the back, which let them spy on the stream of celebrities, musicians, and assistants.
Lily was still shaky, and that only increased they watched Stormzy, surrounded by assistants and friends, take a seat at the very front. Normally, Lily wasnât afraid of new situations, and usually, she thrived in them, but she just hadnât been prepared for this. James noticed that she was still a little nervous, and as she took a sip of her drink, he put a hand on her bouncing leg. âYou alright?â
His hand, warm against the fabric of her dress, only made her more nervous. She smiled at him and internally resolved to enjoy the experience. How often would she get to be in a place like this?
An older couple joined their table a few minutes later. The husband was the manager of Jamesâ team, and James introduced Lily. A few minutes later, they were joined by more people, and Lily and James got pulled into two different conversations, but Jamesâ hand never left her thigh. Â
A four-course meal was served as the performances started, and everyone clapped after Mabel performed âDonât Call Me Upâ. There was a crowd by the stage for the cameras, but Lily noticed that not many people seated at the tables were standing up for the performances. James and Lily were seated on the side of their table, and after glancing around, she realized they wouldnât block anyoneâs view.Â
When Lizzo took the stage, Lily jumped to her feet, grabbing Jamesâ wrist. âStand up!âÂ
He didnât hear her at first, and she bent at the waist to speak into his ear. âStand up!â He popped up next to her, putting one arm around her shoulders again, while she wrapped her arm around his waist. They danced like no one was watching, swaying back and forth together, although they certainly got a few odd looks. Lily was laughing at his singing (he knew every word of all of Lizzoâs songs), finding that she had a hard time focusing on the music when he was so tall and warm next to her. They sat down again a few minutes later, but Jamesâs hand stayed in his pockets.
The award show eventually ended, and Lily and James stood outside, waiting for their chauffeur. But there was a long line, and after a few minutes, Lily looked up at James. âWant to get a little ways away and call an uber?â
He immediately nodded and followed her, one hand in his hair. They made their way out of the building, James occasionally getting stopped by someone he knew or when he got recognized. By the time they were out into the night air, it was nearly one am.Â
âIâll call the uber,â James said. He shrugged out of his suit jacket and swung onto Lilyâs bare shoulders, and she smiled gratefully. A few taps later, he tucked it into his pocket and pointed down the street. âI said weâd meet them down there. Thereâs too much traffic back there for them to get through.â
They were quiet for a few minutes as they walked side by side. There were still quite a few people out, but for the most part, they were left alone.Â
âIâm sorry I didnât tell you what we were going to.â James kicked out at a loose rock on the sidewalk. âI guess I didnât think about it.â
Lily pulled his suit jacket a little tighter around her and shrugged. âI had a lot of fun. A little nerve-wracking at first, but Iâm definitely not mad you invited me. I just didnât know you were so famous.â
He frowned. âIâm not famous.â
She raised her eyebrows. âHuh. Then how, exactly, did you get an invitation to the Brit Awards?â
He shot her a smirk. âMy thick thighs.â
âJames Potter, your mum was right, you need a haircut to humble you.â
A car pulled up next to them and James checked the license plate quickly before opening her door again. âSo you agree, I have thick thighs.â
Lily waited for him to climb in before she continued. âYou have thick thighs but Iâm not sure why that would help you get an invite.â
He shrugged nonchalantly, turning to face her in the backseat. âRaw sex appeal.â
Lilyâs eyebrows raised even higher. âRaw sex appeal.â
âMmhm. Raw sex appeal.â James put his hand over the back of her headrest, causing his shirt to pull tight against his torso. Lily had to pull her eyes from the outline of his muscles, and when she met Jamesâ eyes again, it was clear he had noticed.Â
âWell, that canât be it. You donât have a single drop of that.â
âThatâs not what my mum tells me.â
âYour mum tells you that you have âpure sex appealâ?â
âEvans - â James tried, but Lily had won their little battle of words, and there was nothing he could do. âAlright fine, it was not my sex appeal.â
âGlad we finally agree on that.âÂ
 Euphemia was in bed when they got home, and Lily and James crept upstairs to change. Lily changed into shorts and a sweatshirt, tossed her hair into a bun, and decided taking off her makeup was a later problem. James beat her downstairs again and was standing in front of the open refrigerator.Â
Lily snagged another blackberry pastry, groaning as the sweet taste filled her mouth. James turned around with half of a sandwich in his hand. He walked into the pantry and grabbed some glasses and red wine before moving to sit next to her at the counter. Lily shifted to face him as he pointed to his legs.Â
âI wore shorts just so you could see my thick thighs. And raw sex appeal.â Lily glanced down to see a pair of very muscular thighs hidden behind grey shorts. She swallowed hard and bit into her pastry.Â
âIf you say so.â
There was quiet padding behind them, and Euphemia walked in, wrapped in a bathrobe and hair in curlers. âOh! Iâm so sorry, did we wake you?â
She shook her head, squinting in the kitchen light. âI wanted to ask you how it went.â
Lily didnât hesitate to throw James under the bus. âYour son told me this award ceremony was no big deal.â
âNo!â Euphemia gasped. âYou didnât tell her it was the Brits?â
James shrunk slightly under his motherâs glare. âI may have forgotten to mention it.â
âAnd he told me he has raw sex appeal.â
âIs that so?â Euphemia turned to James, hands on her hips, but the laughter in her eyes made it clear that she was enjoying embarrassing him. James just shot his mother a winning smile, and Euphemia turned to Lily. âDid he treat you right?â
âOh yes, a perfect gentleman.â But just as she said this, James' hand crept back onto her bare thigh, his thumb rubbing light circles under the table. Lilyâs stomach flip-flopped.
Euphemia winked at them and pointed to the kitchen. âHelp yourself to anything in the kitchen, dearie. James, stay out of the ice cream, Iâm saving it for tomorrow.â
James kissed her on the cheek as she left, then grabbed the wine and glasses. âYou want to go outside?â
Lily grinned and moved to grab some blankets from the living room. James was bent over the firepit on the back patio, and in a few seconds, had managed to start a warm fire. She handed him a blanket, scooting her chair close to his and wrapping herself up. He handed her a glass of wine then settled back into his chair.Â
âComing out here was always my favorite thing to do at your house,â Lily said. âIt just⌠it just felt like one big family.â
James fanned his fingers out over the flame. âHow long has it been since we were all together? Like three years?â
âFour,â Lily said quietly. âWe havenât all been together since graduation.â
âWeâve come a long way since then.â
âYeah.â Lily shifted in her seat. Then she asked a question that had been weighing on her mind since he had called her. âWhy did you call me?â
She expected him to give her a joking response, but to her surprise, he took a minute to think. âI missed you. Itâs been a while.â
âNo girlfriend? No pretty famous person who is sliding into your dms?â Her voice was teasing, but it was a genuine question. James had it all - fame, money, talent, looks - why did he ask her to go with him on the red carpet?
He laughed lightly and shook his head. âCâmon Evans, you know thatâs not me.â
He was right - Lily couldnât see him ever actually caring about his fame. It just wasn't him. Sure, he had an ego, but heâd matured so much since freshman year of uni, and Lily had been more than impressed with him on the red carpet. âYou handled it so well today. Everyone loves you. âÂ
âEveryone loves you, Evans. You had less than thirty seconds notice that you were going on a red carpet and you adjusted in what - ten seconds?â
Lily stayed quiet, taking a sip from her glass. âWeâve grown up a lot since uni, havenât we?â He didnât reply, just staring into the fire. Lily continued. âI donât know if I could have done it tonight if it wasnât you with me. You just made it easy.â
He shrugged. âI used to go to a lot of events with my mum and dad.â
Lily wanted to reach out and shake him and tell him that no, it was just James that was so charismatic and caring and charming. He didnât seem to know the effect he had on people - had on her - that made them open up and happy -
And then all of a sudden, Lily realized just exactly what her feelings were. The reason she had a hard time taking her eyes off him or kept having to fight the urge to just hold his hand, and why she suddenly did not want to go back home.
Her eyes flicked at him, tracing the lines of his face and watching the light dance on his hair. James seemed to sense that she was watching him and glanced up at her. She just smiled softly and pulled her blanket tighter, heart pounding.
James downed the last of his drink and stood up, brushing off his pants. âI think Iâm going to head to bed.â
Lily was a little surprised at his sudden decision, but felt a yawn coming on and stood up with him. James extinguished the fire, Lily grabbed the wine bottle, and they headed inside. They were mostly quiet, but just before Lily entered her room, she pulled him into a tight hug. âThanks for tonight. Iâm glad you invited me.â
James wrapped his arms around her and Lily could feel her heart rate increase again. He didnât pull away, but she was worried that he could hear her pounding heart and didnât linger. She waved goodbye to him, then went into her room.Â
The blanket was still hanging on her shoulders, and she buried her nose in it, leaning against the door. She closed her eyes, breathing in deeply. Tonight had not been anything like she had expected, and she was incredibly grateful she had said yes. But there was a problem. She hadnât anticipated her newfound feelings for James and had no idea how or when they had started. All she knew was that she was going to kick herself for months if she didnât tell him how she felt.Â
But the problem with that was she had no idea if even liked her. But thinking back on the night, Lily hoped the hints he seemed to be dropping really were hints and not just things close friends do. Like the way he had held her hand on the red carpet, the way he kept putting his hand on her thigh, or the way he had looked at her when sheâd first come downstairs.Â
Lily tilted her head back to rest on the door, gave herself a mental pep talk, threw open the door to her room, and marched across to Jamesâ bedroom. She knocked quietly on the door, and he opened it a few seconds later.Â
âWhatâs up?â he whispered. Lily took a tiny step forward and he stepped back to let her inside. She stood only a few inches away from him, the blanket still wrapped around her.Â
âWhy did you call me?â her voice was so quiet that she barely even heard it. âYou never answered my question.â
âEvansâŚâ
Lilyâs mouth twitched upwards. She took a small step forward. âI think you can call me Lily now, James.â
He opened his mouth and then clamped it shut. He seemed to be fighting himself internally, and Lily couldnât handle it more. She closed the gap between them, standing on her tiptoes and pressing a rough kiss to his mouth. He didnât respond, and Lily pulled away, feeling her stomach drop. She looked up at him, trying to gauge if she had just made a terrible mistake.Â
She was just about to step back, ready to apologize, but his dark eyes flashed and his hands reached out to grip her face and pulled her back. The blanket slid to the ground as Lily wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him down to her, and the warmth of the blanket was lost. One of his hands moved to grip her hip, the other on the small of her back, pulling her against his chest. His warmth replaced the chill as Lily moved one hand to play with his hair. He groaned against her lips as she tugged on it, tilting his head back so that she could press needy kisses along his jawline.
He stepped to the side, pulling her with him towards the bed. The back of her knees hit the edge of the bed, and she immediately sat, grabbing onto the collar of his sweatshirt and pulling him down with her. The rough movement made their noses knock together, and Lily just laughed as James pulled away a little ruefully to rub it. Lily took advantage of the space between them to pull his shirt over his head, and as soon as it was tossed to the side, James dropped back to her, warm fingers trailing up her sides.
 âYou think your mum heard us?â Lily was lying under the covers with her head resting on Jamesâ arm, one hand tracing the lines of his stomach.Â
âWay to ruin the mood, Evans. I love talking about my mum right after sex.â Lily laughed as he buried his face in a pillow. She reached out to play with a strand of his hair. James pulled his face out of the pillow to look at her. âYou werenât exactly quiet, were you?â
Lily blushed violently as he shifted to kiss her neck again. James had excellent stamina, what could she say? He seemed to know exactly what spots got to her, and it quite possibly had been the best bloody shag of her life.
Not that she would tell him that - she didnât want his ego getting any bigger. Instead, she shifted onto her elbow, letting the sheet slide down to her waist. She smirked as his eyes slipped downwards and he swallowed hard, letting his hands wander freely. Pulling her hair out of her face, she bent down to pull him in a needy kiss, and that was all the prompting he needed to roll on top of her again.Â
 After getting back so late and an active night, they slept in late. Lily woke up first, with James sprawled out on the bed next to her. She watched him for a minute in the soft morning light, then got dressed enough to quietly pad across the hall and back into her room. She showered quickly, scrubbing off last nightâs makeup, then dressed in shorts and an oversized shirt.Â
The kitchen was empty, but Euphemia had left a note on the counter about waffles in the fridge, and Lily didnât hesitate to pull a few out. She had just put a few in the microwave when James shuffled in, wrapping his arms around her from the back and burying his head in her neck. He inhaled deeply, and his warm exhale gave Lily goosebumps. âYou smell good,â he murmured, shifting some of her wet hair off her neck, giving him unrestricted access. Lilyâs head tilted back to rest on his shoulder as his lips trailed up and down, humming softly.Â
Lily would have taken him right there and then if Euphemia hadnât walked in that exact second. She tried to put some distance between her and James, a little embarrassed that sheâd caught them like that, but James kept his arms tight around her, laughing.Â
âMorning mum,â he said brightly. âWhat are you up to?â
âJust out for a bit of gardening.â She waved her dirty hands and raised an eyebrow quizically at them. âJamie dear, do you have something to tell me?â
James rested his chin on Lilyâs shoulder and whispered something in her ear. She nodded, tipping her head to the side to see him, a smile breaking out on her face. He smiled too, his thumb rubbing slow circles on her stomach. He looked over at his mother, who was now washing her hands, and said âMum, I want you to meet Lily Evans, my girlfriend.â
Euphemia gasped and spun on her heel to look at them. âWell, itâs about time!â She reached out and pulled Lily from Jamesâ arms. âOh! My hands are all wet.â She released Lily from the hug and jumped up and down. âI always hoped you two would get together!â
James grabbed Lily from behind again, pulling her close. Lily shot her an odd look. âYou did?â
Euphemia winked at both of them and James groaned. âShe loves you too bloody much.â
Lily patted his hands, which had slipped just under the hem of her shirt, consolingly. The microwave finally beeped and she pulled away to grab the plates. Euphemia disappeared back into the garden a few minutes later, and Lily joined James back at the counter. They dove into the food, both starving.Â
James slid his hand on her thigh, and she put her hand over his, not wanting to be apart just yet. When theyâd finished, he turned to her, one elbow leaning on the counter. âSo, Evans, want to stay the night again?â
She pretended to think about it. âIâm sure Euphemia would enjoy my company.â
James pushed his plate away and stood up. Lily turned around to face him, and he stepped forward until Lilyâs back hit the counter. He kissed the corners of her mouth, then moving back down to her neck. âNo other reason?â
Lily was having a hard time concentrating. âI canât miss out on the blackberry pastries.â
âAny other reasons?âJames sucked slightly at the sweet spot he had discovered last night and Lilyâs fingers dug into his shoulder. His free hand fingered the waistband of her shorts, and Lily couldnât take it anymore. She kissed him, one hand fisting in the hair that she just couldnât seem to get enough off. Still on the barstool, Lily wrapped her legs around him and he lifted her, kissing her all the while.Â
âI can think of one more reason,â she managed to get out as he carried her up the stairs.
James threw open the door to his bedroom, tugging his shirt over his head. âOh?â
Lily mirrored him, tossing her sweatshirt to the side. âRaw sex appeal.â
Jamesâ eyebrows raised. âOh yeah? Tell me more?â
Lily didnât answer, instead just pulling him to the bed and laughing at the devilish look in his eyes.Â
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