The Cigarette's you left at Mine
A Jily Microfic for @jilymicrofics
The smoke curled around her tongue, it's acrid taste a bitter reminder of the man who had left them in her flat.
"Lily?" Mary called from inside. "He's at the door again, should I—"
James Potter had never been good at taking a hint. Or no for an answer.
She thought things were serious between them. She thought he knew how she felt.
But apperantly he didn't see things the same way. She'd taken one look at the letter from Clara Clearwater on his kitchen counter and seen enough.
'You looked good last night. I'll see you this weekend for the charity ball. I still love you.'
All written in a letter that had arrived that morning.
She'd balled up the letter and thrown it at his face, yelling at him for being a prick, for leading her on, for making her think there was something serious between them.
Lily took another harsh drag of the ciggarette, watching the smoke from it swirl between her fingers like a snake.
The door to the terrace slid open behind her, the warm air from inside sliding up her back.
She whipped around, the cigarette falling from her hand as she turned to stare at James.
"I thought I told you to fuck off."
"And I thought you told me smoking was a filthy habbit."
He had bags under his eyes, his shirt was rumpled and untucked from his trousers. Since leaving Hogwarts he'd become considerably more put together, but at that moment he looked like shit.
She glared at him. Stomping out the the remains of the fag that had fallen onto the floor of her balcony.
"Lily, please just listen to me for one minute. Let me explain." He had his hands up deffensivley, like he was waiting for her to strike him with her words.
He sighed in relief. Hand jumping to his hair, which was more unruly than usual.
"Clara and I ran into eachother at a dinner party my parents threw, I didn't know she would be there I haven't spoken to her since graduation."
"And she just sends you a love letter out of the blue?" Lily questioned, arms crossed angrily over her chest.
"You know our parents were hopeful for a relationship when we were in school. I have a feeling her parents still haven't dropped that idea." He explained.
"Yes." He emphasized, taking a step closer to her. "Because they know how crazy I am about you."
She sucked in a breath, an unwanted flutter in her chest lit up at his declaration.
"Do you swear that nothing has happened between you and Clara?"
Lily starred at him for a moment, assessing the sincere and desperate look he was giving her.
She pulled his pack of cigarretes out of her back pocket, her hands shaking with a deep sense of relief. "Do you want a smoke?"
He grinned, accepeting his own cigarette before reaching out to light the one she had put between her lips. His hand brushing against her cheek.
"Smoking is a filthy habit." He said, parroting her own words back at him.