#jilyness

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So much for silence in the library || Lily and James

James couldn't understand what people loved about the the library so much, with its no nonsense atmosphere and governed by the rule of the iron-stared librarian. There was the books, he supposed, but it still didn't make much sense. Particularly the insubordinate amounts of time Lily Evans spent in there. He knew from peeking in or asking her friends or spotting her familiar labelled dot on the Marauder's Map. But he was not a prejudiced person (or he was broadening his horizons a little more) so that afternoon, he swung into the library, his bag slung across his shoulder.

It wasn't entirely coincidental that Lily happened to be there at the same time since he'd seen her coming this way. The rest of the Marauders had looked astounded when he said he was actually going to do that Care of Magical Creatures homework, but they didn't pursue it. They only had those funny looks in their eyes, the gits.

Despite knowing she would probably rather have almost anybody else sitting next to her, James had no qualms about it. He spotted her instantly (her vivid coloured hair always attracted his attention) and made his way over and dumped his bag onto the seat. "Hey Evans, what's that you're up to?" he asked, fully aware of how loud he was in the hushed whispers. And he was enjoying it. For some reason, it was just too much fun getting on Lily's nerves. Maybe it was just getting such a strong reaction from her at all, even if it was far from affectionate. That's not to say that he wouldn't like her to love him, or even like him. As long as she wasn't apathetic about him. As long as she thought about him sometimes, even with annoyance, it was one step closer to what he wanted.

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Note: Just to say James/Lily is restarting again, pretty much from scratch

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A date long over due - Lily and James

The instant Lily left the kitchen, James counted to one hundred, so he could be sure he wasn't going to end up sprinting past her, and then dashed out the kitchen. He took a short cut upstairs, winding his ways through a disorientating passage until he was only a corridor away from the Gryffindor common room. Just as he garbled the password to the Fat Lady, he saw Lily coming up the stairs. He got in just in time to not be seen he was sure, and sprinted up to his separate dorm. Shutting the door, out of breath even after the runs he took in the morning.

His room was a mess. That was the long and short of it. That had been the spark of panic that had ran through him when Lily had suggested his room. He could just imagine Lily being a ridiculously tidy person, particularly if he took into account the way she'd organised the prefect room which he had had to memorise one afternoon because he'd been terrified he'd completely mess it up. It was a good thing he was good at memorising things.

Sweeping all the clothes up off the floor; the myriad of old pranking equipment, some of it years old; his collection of pretty much every banned item on Filch's list (a guilty pleasure he would call it, if it was ever found) and scattered sweets and chocolate. Butterbeer? Where was the butterbeer? He couldn't believe it when he looked under his bed and it wasn't there.

He had to go to classes but he scoffed down dinner and left the Hall sharply much to his friends confusion. Using his wand this time, he executed a terrible general cleaning spell, having never used it before. He was used to doing muggle house work than magical from all his detentions. Finally remember the morning's catastrophe, he skidded into his old dorm, the seventh year boy's and sure enough, found his stash of butterbeer there. "Wankers," he muttered, hurrying upstairs with it. Would it be too much to decorate the place? Moving from foot to foot in his anxiety, James changed the lighting from purple to starlight to an animated warm yellow - like dappled sunlight on water, but on his walls. Would she think it was weird? It was a date though. He wanted it to be romantic, although he wouldn't attach that word to it. This was his actual first date with Lily. He'd wanted it to be better.

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Yes, you want her. Look at her, you know you do, it’s possible she wants you, too. There is one way to ask her It don’t take a word, not a single word. Go on and kiss the girl!

I, yeah, you think so? I reckon she might hit me if I did.

That’s a nice voice you’ve got there too.

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Jily head canon in the future - What are James's favorite things about Lilys body?

This could end up being a remarkably long list, considering everything is James’ favourite thing about Lily (keep in mind also, some of this is about the future, like it asks).

First and foremost, James loved Lily’s hair. Although technically, he loves all of her, everything about her, her hair is the first thing he notices in a crowd. He’s called her ‘carrot cake’, ‘candle wick’, ‘gingerbread’, ‘gingersnaps’, ‘gingerly’, just plain ‘ginger’ and even ‘fireball’; it symbolises Lily’s more fiery, stubborn personality that he adores.

The piercing on her belly button allows for him to make jokes as frequently as possible. He took the opportunity to poke fun at how ‘innocent’ Lily was reckless enough to go get a piercing.

He loves her lips - and kissing them whenever possible, because it took him long enough to get there - because of the small creases in them when they’re dry and they’re irresistible when she bites her lip or worries about the small scar she has.

I imagine him really liking her toes (hang on, okay, I know it sounds weird). When she was pregnant and had to sit down, so she’d occasionally get to put up her feet, or if she was in bed first and he crawled in later, then he’d sit and wiggle them, and then start tickling the soles of her feet…cue tickle wars.

James loves all of her curves, everything joint and limb, especially when he eventually gets to see them all bare. The small of her back, the sharp prominence of her collar bones, the nape of her neck, the slope of her shoulders (and the way her hair curls over her skin in stark contrast), the little bump on the side of her wrists, the shadows just under the slant of her jaw, the roundness of her breasts. [Alright James, shut up. You can go now, you’re no longer needed here with your love puppy ramblings.]

James’ favourite colour is red - yes, he does love his house…and Lily’s hair. His second favourite colour is green, though it has nothing to do with love lost for Slytherin. He loves Lily’s eyes because they are always alive; although she thinks she’s boring, he’s always been entranced by her vivacity that is most prominent in her green eyes.

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Jily Drabble

Ink blots dotted James' piece of parchment. He was supposed to be drawing detailed diagrams of Festering Coppulice for Herbology but he couldn't remember how the plant set out its trap to lure in insects and how early wizards and witches used that to their advantage.

Lily had walked into the Common Room ten minutes ago and she hadn't left James' mind since. There wasn't any space for Festering Coppulice.

A person might think that there should be a dramatic moment when a person falls in love and it should probably be actually with that person; it probably shouldn't be when they can't focus on their Herbology homework. But as James slowly wrote out Lily Evans on the page, in a rather elegant version of his usual scrawl, he couldn't get the red headed girl off his mind.

Perhaps James Potter was a dreamer. Perhaps he was an idiot.

But there was one sure thing about him: James Potter was very much in love with Lily Evans. Denying it any longer would be like denying Remus was a werewolf after being with him transform countless times at full moon.

You're in love, Prongs.

James furiously scribbled out her name, scrunched up the parchment and threw it in the bin in the corner without moving - it was like a breeze compared with flying about avoiding Bludgers and trying to throw a Quaffle past a Keeper.

I'm in love with Lily Evans.

There was some relief: it explained why his chest tightened when she was near and his words rolled off his tongue like he was a madman. Yet somehow, that still didn't get him anywhere. So what if he loved her? He'd been fairly sure Snape had been in love with her, the way he'd tried to get her friendship back. It didn't make any difference to her. It just made him a moony-eyed, lovestruck Bambi.

Laughing a little inexplicably out loud - causing a few kids around him to glance at him worryingly; they probably thought the Head Boy pressures were getting to him - James found himself less than keen to tell Remus that he was right. Not that he needed to know. He'd looked as smug as can be as James had told him he was being stupid when he was teasing him. Bloody Moony. Always right - when it came to anyone but himself at least.

James was beginning to feel the Common Room was far too crowded. Gathering up his stuff, he moved camp to the Prefect's Room.

Here, he simply put his head on the desk in despair. It was hopeless. Utterly hopeless.

Except she was going to the ball with him. That was something. Perhaps if he just asked her - without shouting it or looking too much like a desperate puppy - then she might just say yes to a date. Not a going-to-the-ball-as-friendly-Head-Boy-and-Head-Girl.

She's going to say no. 

There's nothing wrong with trying.

You've been trying for years. And you're just going to be miserable for days.

She can't ever say yes if I don't ask her. Unless she were to ask me out one day... James trailed off into a happy daydream in his head. Until he told himself to stop being ridiculous.

Would it hurt more if she said no, now the words I am in love with Lily Evans had been allowed into his head?

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What paper airplane? - James and Lily

Paper airplanes never grew old. There was so much you could do with them: generally James saw possibilities in everything. He sat in the Gryffindor Common room with his Transfiguration homework laid out in front of him. It wouldn't take him very long if he actually focused on it, but in five minutes he'd already made five planes, idly fiddling with them, his eyes flickering about. He was supposed to be thinking about non verbal spells in Transfiguration - it was what most of the teachers were talking about at the beginning of term. Bloody non verbal spells.

Picking up his wand, James started fiddling with the planes, murmuring soft incantations and tapping each one. Then he started to have one of the planes fly through the air. It dipped and dived over the various heads, lilting on an invisible air current. A loud snap came from behind him, but it was only a game of Exploding Snape; it drew his attention away though, his wand hand jerking.

Perhaps it was just really bad luck, or perhaps it was just really bad luck, but it hit the back of a certain red haired head. And on the impact, it promptly exploded into fine yellow mustard powder. 

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Stupid - Drabble

Walking straight to his bed as soon as he stepped through the dorm door, James face planted the pillow, his frustrated groan muffled by the sheets. Some people would say they wouldn't be able to find the capacity to hate Dean Forstuque, but James didn't find it all that hard. He was a bloody prat: always so nice and perfect and doing things for everyone all the time and such a Hufflepuff. Not that he expressed this opinion too vocally - he was just never very civil on the odd occasion he'd had to talk to him.

James was immensely glad there was no one else in the room; the Marauders had probably had enough of him and his obsession with Lily. It also gave him ample time to thump his head repeated on the headboard of his bed. It wasn't the most sensible thing to do in the situation, but he'd never been a very sensible person.

Why doesn't she like me? And why does she like him? 

Having just walked past the two of them, he'd promptly turned the other way in a childish huff and come up here. Why did it hurt so much to see her with him? Perhaps it was just his stupid bruised ego, that after so many years, she'd decided she liked someone else other than James. But it really hurt.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid," he said slowly, emphasising each word with another thud on the wooden headboard. James really should have gotten over Lily Evans a long time ago. And he really should have given up when she started dating Forstuque. But every time he talked to her, even though there was clearly disdain in most of their dialogue, on her side at least, he found his heart stuttering uncontrollably; for a few moments he would forget that her boyfriend (that dreaded word) even existed.

"Stupid."