Jily oneshots

Amortentia (smut)

by Fayejase

"Darling? Can you please come help me for a quick second?"

James Potter removes his eyes from the prefect time table chart he is attempting to make sense of. It's his turn to make the rotation chart that he insisted he did not need his girlfriends help with, but now he is second guessing his decision. He has been seated on the floor in front of the fireplace in the heads dorm for the past two hours after a particularly grueling quidditch practice and is beyond exhausted. He managed to take a quick shower down at the pitch before tugging on a pair of jeans and an old jumper, trudged his way up to the heads tower, and plopped himself on the ground and hasn't moved since. He never even managed to get up to get himself dinner. Moving now seems daunting to him. Being Head Boy and Quidditch Captain really is taking its toll.

James removes his glasses from his droopy eyes and cleans them with the edge of his shirt before placing them back on his head. His gaze goes to the direction of her voice; to the staircase that leads to her room.

He, being a dutiful boyfriend, slowly drags himself up off the floor and traipses his way up the winding staircase with heavy steps, silently cursing himself the entire way up.

Why the hell do you have to be so bloody smitten with someone that even when you're beyond knackered you come running to her like a sodding puppy? Merlin, I'm fucked in the head.

When he's about halfway up the stairs, he calls back to her in a tired yet loving voice. "Coming, Lil."

After what feels like eternity, he pushes his way through her heavy wood door and into her bedroom. He looks around the spacious and cozy room for his red headed girlfriend but does not see her anywhere. He notes that the fire in her grate is dying down and goes to it to add another hand full of logs, knowing how easily cold she gets in the middle of the night and wanting her to be kept warm. He turns to face the large and plush four poster bed centered in the room and feels his mouth beginning to salivate. He is absolutely spent, and the journey up the stairs to her room exhausted him more than someone of his athletic ability would ever let on and the sight of her bed is calling to him. Regardless of the fact that his room in fact has the exact same bed and coverings as hers, for some reason he always finds hers so much more inviting and comfortable. It could have to do with her lovely feminine fragrance lingering on to each and every one of her belongings. He loves her scent. It makes him feel warm and cozy and in this moment particularly sleepy and content.

That is when he hears the trickling sounds of water running.

He shuffles his weary feet to her bathroom door and taps his knuckles softly against it.

"Lil?" He huskily calls through the door, voice as tired as the rest of his body.

"Come in, James." She answers softly. He pushes the door open.

James is immediately met with a thick cloud of the most delicious steam swirling around him, potent with all of his favorite smells. The most powerful of the scents belonging to the woman of his affections. He removes his glasses yet again as they are now too fogged up to clearly see anything in front of him.

As he thoroughly cleans the mist from his black rectangular frames, he speaks to the general vicinity to where he knows his girlfriend is located.

"Love, are you alright? I'm so tired I think i'm going to crash in your four poster tonight, if you don't mind. I don't think I could make it back down the stairs without falling and breaking my neck." With much difficultly, he gets the words out. His brain is foggy with mush due to the perfumes invading his every pore at the current time. It is highly distracting to him.

He places his now clean glasses back onto his face, his visibility returning in full force. The sight before him stops him dead. He is immediately wide. the. fuck. awake.