Jily oneshots

Save the Date

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'What in Merlin's name are we doing?'

'We are driving, James,' Lily said with a huff. James eyed the car suspiciously.

'I am not going in that. We can Floo.'

'We can also drive,' she repeated. 'And besides, Surrey's only six hours away.'

His mouth fell open. 'Six hours? Evans, we could get there in minutes if we just took the Floo Network. I know a man in that department; he could easily set up your sister's house temporarily—'

'No.'

'Evans—'

'No! If I use magic my sister will actually hate me. I can't have her hate me more, not right now. She's already kicked me out of her bridal party, James, I can't have her kick me out of the wedding too—'

'Breathe, Lily,' he ordered, putting his hands on her shoulders. She did as he ordered and drew in a long breath. 'Your sister isn't going to kick you out, I promise. We'll drive.'

'Thank you,' she sighed.

'Can I drive?'

'Not on your life. I actually have my licence.'

'I can put a Confundus Charm on anyone who stops us. They'll think I have my licence.'

'No, James. You don't know how to drive.'

'Fine,' he pouted, 'you can drive. I get to navigate.'

Lily rolled her eyes. 'That's a good idea. Can you read a Muggle map?'

'No. But it'll be an adventure!' He tightened his grip and she realized his hands were still on her shoulders. Clearing her throat and blushing slightly, she stepped back. His hands dropped to his sides and he kept grinning at her like nothing had happened.

Nothing had happened. What was she thinking?'

'Get in the car, then.' She ducked into the driver's seat and handed him the folded-up map. 'We're here, we want to get there, find the fastest route.'

'Yes ma'am,' he saluted and poured over the paper. 'Turn left.'

'I know how to get out of Perth, James.'

'Right.'

'Turn right? You said left!'

'Aha! So you don't know where you're going.'

'Shut up and let me drive,' she said, flexing her fingers on the wheel. He laughed and leaned back in his chair.

The first hour slipped away quickly, the monotony of the roads broken up by songs on the radio and James' interest in the Muggle singers.

'Who's this, then?'

'Elton John,' she told him, as the first strains of "Bennie and the Jets" came on. She tapped her fingers to the beat and hummed along.

'You know the song?'

'My mum loves him.' She nodded towards the radio. 'She plays his records in the morning when we're getting ready.'

'Sing for me,' he said with a lazy grin, 'I'm sure you know the words.' She turned her head so she could see him.

'I don't sing.'

'Sure you do.'

'How would you know that?' He was quiet for a moment and she raised her eyebrows, stealing another glance out of the corner of her eye. His hand was in his hair and he was red.