Jily one shots

I promise

A/N this one hurts more 😭

Disclaimer: written by @xxanglophilexx

"Where is she?" James Potter muttered to himself as his head whipped around, his eyes searching in the darkness of the corridor. "Lily?"

Even though James had pledged his undying love to Lily, a fact which he had announced seven times, that didn't mean that he was fine with her skipping out on Head Girl duties. It had happened only once before, when she had broken her wrist and had spent the night in the hospital wing (which wasn't skipping, exactly. She had just "accidentally" forgotten to inform James about it). That one time was enough, though. Robert Lowe had hexed him when James had pulled the Slytherin and his girlfriend out of a broom closet, and James had walked on jelly legs for two days. He did not wish to relive that. He found that Lily was the more formidable one of the team. If Lowe had hexed her, he would've spent the following week in the company of Madame Pomfrey.

That was how James found himself completely ignoring his Head rounds to search for Lily. He rationalized with himself that he needed his Head Girl to make the rounds with him, when he was really just a little worried about Lily. Lily Evans never avoided rounds without a very good excuse.

A quiet sniffling noise interrupted James's search for Lily. He groaned inwardly when he heard it. The noise was decidedly female, since no self-respecting male at Hogwarts, not even a Hufflepuff, would cry in the corridor. Females, on the other hand, James discerned, did not have much of a problem with publicly displaying their emotions.

Sighing, James trudged in the opposite direction of where he was planning. He would have to pause his search to console a poor crying girl. He inwardly winced. James hated it when girls cried. It always made him feel so strange and awkward, and he never knew what to do around them. It was usually Lily's job to take care of girls sobbing over cheating boyfriends, backstabbing friends, and bad hair days. He had never done it on his own before.

He silently cursed the love of his life before carefully making his way down the corridor. He prepared for the worst. Would it be a sobbing fit? Would the girl be declaring her hate for all mankind? Would she try to castrate him? He shuddered.

James held up in lit wand as he maneuvered forward. He saw the girl sitting with her back angled to the corner, her knees bent to her chest and her face dropped onto her hands. Her red hair was hanging loosely around her, clashing with her crimson dressing gown. Even though James couldn't see the girl's face, the hair was enough of a tell-tale sign.

James had to keep his step steady and quiet so he wouldn't startle Lily, when in all truthfulness he would have rather rushed down the hallway. He had learned to (occasionally) control his impulses around Lily, and knew that she would take off if she noticed him.

When he was in front of her, he stared down at her small, shaking form. It only took him a matter of seconds to silently drop to the floor next to her, pressing his own back against the stone wall. He couldn't help but think that Hogwarts hadn't built its corridors for sitting, which was proved by the extremely cold and hard stone floor.

"Lily?" he whispered tentatively, not daring to touch her. Laying a hand on her usually ended up in a trip to his good friend Poppy Pomfrey.

Lily slowly lifted her head off of her arms. She looked awful, James noticed, and that was coming from the man that had pictures of her when she had first woken up in the morning without seeing a brush or a shower. It was truthful, though. Her normally pale skin looked an unnatural white in the dim light of James's wand. Her eyeliner was smudged, making dark shadows beneath her eyes, and her mascara had left streaks of black on her cheeks. Her lip gloss had rubbed off of her mouth, although some of it remained on her chin. She was in a pair of pyjamas that James recognized as her own, but the dressing gown did not belong to her, as it was several sizes too big, and crimson. Lily felt an abnormal hatred towards one of their house colors because it looked awful with her hair. James realized from the initials "SB" stitched on the front pocket that it was the dressing gown that Sirius had left thrown over a chair in the common room the night before.