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FIC: Glassy Chance [R]
by ביצ'ז לא מכירים אותי (danbi)
at January 30th, 2006 (04:39 am)

Title: Glassy Chance
Author: emcue
Genre: Harry Potter
Pairing: James/Lily
Rating: R
Disclaimer: These characters are the sole property of JK Rowling and I make no claim to them.
Notes: Done for jameslilyfqf.
Prompt: Lily gives James a chance.
Word Count: 2,037

Alcohol was not allowed in the dormitories.

This was a rule everyone at Hogwarts knew.

It was also a rule nearly everyone at Hogwarts eventually - if only accidentally through the tricking of supposed "friends" - broke.

James Potter had never thought Lily Evans would be one to go against the rules. She was someone who appeared to him to be headstrong and firm in her views. From all that he'd seen - and he had seen a lot, especially after taking to following her after class, offering to help her carry her books only to be turned down; repeatedly - she was very much into rules. At least, she was always scolding him for breaking them. A glint - a happy, self-satisfied glint - usually appeared in her eyes at the very first flush in James' cheeks. He wasn't sure how she did it: on the one hand, he didn't like being embarrassed, it wasn't something he was used to; on the other, slightly more confused hand, he liked seeing that glint in her eyes. It was sexy. It was saucy. It was Lily Evans taking control of him.

And if he couldn't gain her interest in him, at least he could gain her easily-provoked annoyance. He could sneak into her thoughts that way.

He watched her in the glow of the small fire Remus had conjured. James couldn't figure out why she'd agreed to come down to meet them with a few of the other Gryffindor girls they'd invited. His hands flushed his hair out further, making it stick up more than it normally did. He knew it gave him that windswept look that some girls seemed to go for. It didn't particularly impress Evans, but maybe he could wear her down.

Taking a swig from one of the bottles of firewhiskey he and the other Marauders had swiped earlier that day, he kept his eyes on Lily, listening to her laugh at one of Remus' boringly appropriate jokes. He took two more swigs before rising, somewhat shakily, the alcohol swimming pleasantly through his veins. Boldy, he took a seat between Lily and Remus, apologising briefly to Remus before turning his attention to Lily.

"Hi, Evans," he said casually. "Fancy seeing a cute bird like you here."

Lily exchanged a look over his shoulder with Remus, who mumbled something James didn't catch before rising, presumably to get another bottle.

"So, what are -"

"You never give up, Potter," said Lily, eying him steadily. "Do you?"

"Not ever," laughed James.

Lily edged slightly closer, quirking her head to the side in a way that encouraged James to look at where she indicated. "Why not go for something you could actually get?" she asked. He looked to see a dark-haired witch was giggling along with Sirius, her eyes seemingly glued to James' face.

He recoiled, ending up comfortably closer to Lily. He looked sideways at her. "What would be the fun in that?" he shot in return. "Honestly, Evans."

Lily's laugh was easy, her whole face lighting up. James felt mesmerised by the way her hair fell across her face as her neck dipped lower, body shaking. He could tell from the pitch, higher than normal, that the alcohol was getting to her as well. Genially, he offered up his firewhiskey, which she took without hesitation. He watched the fire as she drank, the sounds of the whiskey sloshing back and forth with each sip.

Finally, she handed it back to him. They watched the fire. James concentrated, not daring to look elsewhere as his hand shifted from his knee to hers. Lily knocked it away.

Counting till thirty, James tried again; Lily pushed him away once more.

Figuring three times was the charm, James counted again, moving his hand more quickly. Lily caught it before it could shift over onto her leg. "James," she said, her hands holding his firmly untli he looked at her.

"Hmm?" he asked.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

Jamse considered. "Er. Trying to get some hot action?"

Lily snorted.

She must be really smashed, thought James. He eased back slightly; as much as he wanted Lily, something felt less victorious - less right - about getting her to like him when she was drunk.

Her face went serious. "Giving up so easily, Potter?" she teased.

James looked at her. Slowly, he ran three fingers through her hair. He looked into her emerald green eyes. She's so beautiful, he thought to himself. I could stare at her for hours. Out loud, he said, "Fancy taking a walk with me, Evans?"

Lily looked at him. "You're not going to kidnap me, are you?"

"It's possible," said James with a shrug. He looked down at his fingers, which were twirling a dry leaf back and forth. Slowly, he raised his spectacled eyes to meet Lily's once more. "You feel like taking a chance?"

Lily leaned closer. She poked James on the nose. "There is nothing dangerous about you," she said before standing and pulling him up by his elbow. "Come on," she urged.

James wobbled next to her for a while as they made their way around the Forbidden Forest. He talked at length: about Quidditch, about classes, about Hogwarts, about anything that came to mind. He'd never been alone with Lily like this before: she talked with him as they walked along, first giggling along as she felt the last of the alcohol leaving her body. Then she asked questions, punching him flirtatiously - or what he hoped was flirtatious, or else the bruises really weren't worth it - each time he tried to show off for her. As they saw the beginnings of the morning in the change of the sky, James reached for her hand.

He looked at her as her fingers threaded through his; and squeezed.

"Are you feeling all right there, Evans?" he asked.

"Hmm?" asked Lily. She stopped, and James stopped with her. Her eyes looked upwards at the grey English sky.

"If you keep looking up, you'll make yourself sick," he whispered, raising one hand to her neck and gently urging her gaze back to him. Her green eyes seemed clear, all traces of haziness gone. His fingers grazed her cheek softly. "You know," he said, his voice low as he spoke. "If you don't swat me away soon, I'll begin to think you actually like me."

Lily stepped closer so that James could feel her body just touching his. His cheeks flushed the way they did each time she yelled at him; except this time, the feeling was slightly different: he felt excited - which he normally did - but also sated. "Would that be so bad, James? I thought that's what you wanted."

James quirked an eyebrow. "Are you still drunk?"

Lily laughed quietly. "No," she said, pressing her lips to his for a quick kiss before pulling back. "I'm entirely sober."

"I believe you just kissed me, Evans," said James, his mind taking a while to catch up to the sequence of events that were taking place. It seemed odd, almost surreal that she should want this. Perhaps she was playing a trick on him?

She ruffled his hair. "I thought you were supposed to be one of the top two students in our year," she said.

"I am," he said indignantly.

"Then why are you being so bloody stupid?" she said exasperatedly. "I'm here, I know what I just did." She looked at him more closely. "Or am I not as much of a catch now that you've caught me?"

James shook his head, feeling tongue-tied for a few moments. He cleared his throat. "Not at all," he said, his voice hoarse. "I've just." Loved you so long I can't believe I've actually caught you. "I didn't know you were this easy," he smirked.

Lily punched him in the ribs. James winced. "I don't have to be this easy, you know," she warned.

"No, no, no," said James quickly. "I like it. I'm a little confused as to what I did, though." Lily looked doubly confused. James sought to explain. "You've never given me a chance before. Hell, you've never even let me sit by you in lessons."

Lily frowned. "Well, to be honest," she conceded. "I've never thought you cared much about being a decent bloke."

"I don't," answered James.

"Perhaps not," continued Lily, drawing herself closer. She twisted a few strands of his hair around his fingers playfully. Her eyes glinted, sparked with what James identified to himself as kindness. "But you were decent tonight." Looking at him with a slight furrow to her brow, she grinned. "You were - whether you planned it or not - a perfect gentleman."

James pulled her more tightly to him, one hand at her waist. Watching her green eyes, he slipped his hand lower. "I promise you," he said as he squeezed, "it wasn't intentional."

"Mmmm," murmured Lily. "Maybe not." Her eyes were serious and James stayed his motions momentarily. "But you didn't try to take advantage of me last night. Not once."

"Of course not," said James. Does she really think I would do that? "If I'm going to take advantage of you, Evans," he said, sneaking in a kiss on her cheek, "I'm going to do it when you're able to push me away and call me a prat. Otherwise, really - what's the fun? Where's the challenge?"

"You're insane."

"But decently so," James reminded her. Lily's laugh was cut off as James kissed her, lips tentative yet determined, his hand squeezing the tight curve of her arse. She moved against him, her tongue slipping easily inside his mouth, one hand sneaking up to his neck, holding him firmly as they kissed. He let her guide him, both fitting with ease against a tree - James looked up briefly to make sure it wasn't the Whomping Willow before letting himself fully enjoy what was taking place.

Her kisses grew harder. Slowly, tentatively, he let his fingers skim the edge of her blouse, fingering the hem before sliding underneath. Lily shifted and James removed his hand; until he realised she had simply streched, not pulled away. Heart skipping slightly, he slid his hand under once more, breathing harder as his hand fitting over Lily's bra, fingers feeling the softness of her chest, squeezing the curves of her breasts.

His cock hardened quickly, body flowing with the need to feel more and now and faster. Pushing himself against her, he felt her body tighten. He reacted immediately, breaking the kiss to better see her face.

"Okay, Lily?" he asked gently.

She smiled. "A little slower, James," she answered quietly.

His body screamed against this: so many years, so many nights spent thinking of the way Lily Evans' red hair would look against his skin, how she'd feel curled up against him, how her body might slide down on top of him...how it'd be to fuck her.

But her eyes.

He pulled back, removing his hand from where it had sidled around to the clasp of her bra. He fixed her blouse; he smoothed her hair. Her cheeks were flushed and she began to shiver in the cold of the morning. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "Hey," he said. "I'll walk you up to the castle," he offered.

She looked at him. Her eyes crinkled; he hoped he'd impressed her. Smiling, she took his hand. He felt a slight flutter, something that he knew would send Sirius into gales of laughter if he ever admitted it. He ignored this as he watched Lily's face as she spoke - just one word, but it was, oddly enough, the one word she'd never yet said to him.



Posted by: James Potter for President! (foreveroptimist)
Posted at: January 30th, 2006 04:35 pm (UTC)
James/Lily wedding w/ text - Potterpuff

I love the ending, very well done =D

Posted by: ביצ'ז לא מכירים אותי (danbi)
Posted at: February 4th, 2006 09:13 pm (UTC)

Thanks, glad it seemed to catch your attention. :D

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