Nah, She Didn't

~ Part 72 ~ GOOD LUCK! ~

Living Loving Maid (She's Just A Woman) - Led Zeppelin

-Lily POV-

I woke up that morning with two strong arms wrapped around me. And for a moment there, I have a panic attack; who the hell is in my bed?But then I remember all the events of last night; 'Marauder and Maraudetts Night'.

I blink myself awake, and try to move my arm so I can see the time. And by craning my neck, I see that it's 11:34 am. And I just about have another heart attack until I realize that no, it's Saturday. Just a calm Saturday of which I have no where to be.

But either way, I'm awake now so I might as well get up.

I wait a moment, and turn my eyes to the James Potter next to me. With the little bit of sun shining onto his face, I-

Snap out of it, Lily.

I try to squirm out of James's grip to crawl out of his bed, but no chance there. That boy's grip was like iron.

"James," I say. "James."

"Nnnngggghhh," James groans.

"James, could you be so kind as to let me go?" I ask.

"Lily," He whines, dragging out the y, eyes still closed. "Just a few more minutes?"

"I'm not saying you have to get up, you can just, you know, let go of me?" I try again.

"But I like hugging you!" He replies in that same tired, cute voice. I chuckle.

"Fine. Since it's a Saturday," I give in, laying back down. Hold on. "Wait! Today is... today's the Quidditch match!"

There's silence.

And after a moment, "WAIT-"

"And there it is," I murmur. "It's 11:34, so you've got just about 26 minutes to get ready and get down to the pitch."

"AH! I CAN'T BE LATE FOR ANOTHER MATCH!" James exclaims. I take this chance to climb out of the bed.

I'm in James shirt and my underpants only, but as James is so much taller than me, his shirt is huge and goes to my mid-thighs.

I stand up and stretch my arms up, facing the window. Then I bend down and touch my toes without bending my knees, stretching the muscles in my legs.

I freeze on the spot when I realize that what I'm doing is most likely showing off a good amount of my bum. I quickly stand back up, and turn around with a face like a tomato.

I see James sitting in his bed, a slightly raised eyebrow and a small little smirk. "I'm sure your bedroom door is unlocked now, so you can probably get to your clothes," he says, that tiny smirk still present. "Although, frankly, I'd much rather you wear mine more often."

I sigh, and don't give him the satisfaction of answering as I walk out the door and to my bedroom.

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At precisely 11:49 am, when I have been sitting on the couch for the past 10 minutes, James finally comes tripping down the stairs, trying to button the top of his Quidditch robes as he is doing so. I chuckle at the sight before me.

Once James reaches the bottom, he comes up to me.

"Soooo..." James trails off.

"Soooo..." I reply, not knowing where this is going.

"You won't be skipping a Quidditch match for homework this time, will you? You'll come to cheer on the Gryffindors?" He asks hopefully.

"Ha, yes. No homework this time. Oh! Come to think of it," I mumble, and hurry over to the bookshelf. I pull out a book or two, and find the yellow and red face paint that I know James had hid back there a while ago.

"How did you know-" James starts.

"Don't question it," I answer, smirking.

"Okay," James answers suspiciously.

I then hand him the face paint. "Real quick can you maybe like, just paint the red and gold on my face?"

"Um, yeah. Sure," James replies, and takes the cap off the yellow.

He squeezes a bit onto his hand and hesitantly reaches towards my face. I giggle a bit at the redness on his cheeks as he's rubbing in the paint on mine. Once my whole face is covered in yellow, he takes out the red and squeezes a little dab onto his hand. With the red, he draws/writes one thing on each cheek, but I can't tell what it is because it's on, well, my face.

"What did you draw with the red?" I ask.

James grins. "You'll just have to get someone else to tell you."

I roll my eyes, a small smile at my lips.

"Oh, right," James says to himself as we make our way out of the painting and down the corridor. "So... I was thinking..."

"Now, if this were Sirius, I'd say 'that's always a shocker', but since it's you I'll be nice," I cut in as we keep walking. James just shoots me a crooked grin.

"Right, so I was wondering... I had this plan... that I could make another announcement after the game. Like, you remember how everyone told you about the last one... well, for this one, perhaps... maybe... I could tell everyone we're dating?" James says uncertainly. He stops walking, so we're both standing right in front of the main doors outside.

I laugh. I see disappointment and hurt strike James's features. "Wait! No! That's not why I laughed!" I immediately exclaim, grabbing his shoulders. "James, of course you can tell everyone. I'm excited to be in this relationship too, you know." You're not the only one who wants to shout it from the rooftops, I think.

James smiles, bends over, and gives me a peck on the lips. I smile as well. And if I were any other person, I would've seen Professor McGonagall looking at us from behind with maybe even a hint of a smile on her tight lips.

"Miss Evans, Mr. Potter, I do believe that the both of you are almost late for a Quidditch match," I jump when I do hear McGonagall, and turn around.

"Oh YEAH!" James exclaims, grabbing my hand. We both start running out the doors.

"THANKS MINNIE!" He calls behind us as we keep running down to the pitch.

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We both finally reach the edge of the field.

"Alas, we must head our separate ways," James puts his hand over his heart dramatically. "But, perhaps a kiss for good luck will make me feel less devastation and angst?"

"Ah, but didn't I just give you one earlier?" I ask.

"No, no, I gave you one. That doesn't count," he says in a sing song voice.

I roll my eyes. "Right, then." And I peck his lips just as he had mine before.

"GOOD LUCK!" I call back to a grinning James as I run towards the Gryffindor stands.

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NOTES: X

-Amelia