Jily Week

Day One

Day One: Our friends have locked us in this closet and won't let us out until we kiss and make up

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James could feel Lily's presence and hear her huffs of impatience. He definitely could not see her, which annoyed him. Seeing Lily angry was one of his favourite views (even if it meant about 4 hours of shouts and possibly a few punches on his arms).

"Just tell your mates to let us out, Potter!" Lily ordered.

"Have you noticed that every time you're angry with me you go back to 'Potter'?" James replied instead.

"It's much better to scream 'Potter'."

"I'd rather hear you scream 'James', love." He said cheekily, with a huge smirk on his lips.

Lily could not see James either. She could smell his perfume (exactly the one that sometimes made her go crazy) and feel the heat emanating from where he stood at mere 30cm away.

That didn't mean she didn't know just exactly how he had smirked at the mention of her screaming his name.

Which was a perfect explanation to her banging her head on the closet's wall.

"Just get us out of here, please." She pleaded in a quieter tone.

"Can't do it. Mary and Padfoot knew what they were doing. Already tried to open the door. No deal." James said, shrugging. She sighed.

"Why in the bleeding hell would they do this?" She asked, the anger back.

"I may have mentioned to Sirius that we fought yesterday." James replied quietly, and all the awkwardness from the previous day returned.

"Mary found it weird me sleeping at the dorm on a Sunday." Lily added, realising the reason behind their friends' actions.

James winced. It had been a really stupid fight, just like most of the others. Both of them being their jealous selves.

"I honestly have no idea why you need to be so close to her in tutoring, James." Lily had said crossing her arms, "A bit closer and she'll be sitting on your lap."

"Like you and Mathews aren't like this!" He had snorted, throwing his hands up in frustration. "Oh, Andy, you're holding the wand wrongly! How in Merlin's name a sixth year can't properly hold his wand?! Let me show you!" James said, in a girly voice. "I'll tell you how: he bloody knows, he just wants you to touch him!" Lily's face had flushed.

"First of all, Potter, that's not how I sound! Secondly, Andy's got some issues, alright? He isn't good with positioning his wand, but apparently you can't think, so I guess he's better than you!"

"If he's so much better than me, why don't you go for him, then?" James challenged.

"Well, maybe I will!"

"Fine by me!"

Lily had stormed from his dorm and he had done the same, a couple of seconds after kicking his bed.

Later that night Lily entered the Room of Requirement, where they usually spent the weekend's nights, to grab her forgotten Mickey Mouse stuffed toy.

She hadn't expected to find James on the bed looking at her Mickey Mouse as if it held all the answers in the world.

"I, er, just came back for my Mickey..." She said clearing her throat. James sat up quickly and ran a hand through his hair.

"Here you go. I was just... yeah."

She took the toy from him, being extra careful not to touch his calloused hands. Then as quietly as she entered the room, she left.

James's mind came back to the present and he cleared his throat. He felt Lily resting her head on the closet's wall.

"Have you two snogged yet?" Sirius's voice, muffled by the wood, asked, ten minutes later.

"Open the bloody door, Padfoot!"

"Cannot, Prongs."

"I'm not joking, Padfoot." James warned.

"Neither am I. It's a spell. It'll only open up once there's some tongue action going on."

Both Lily and James groaned.

"Then you'd better call that Andrea Marshall for you dearest mate..." Lily bit back angrily.

"Oh, Merlin, not this again..." James muttered.

"... because I am not touching his person ever again."

"She's got Andy for this."

James felt Lily standing up and did the same (or as much as the closet allowed him to).

"He really can't properly hold his bloody wand, Potter!"

"Let's see how true this is when I hex his balls off, shall we?" James replied.

"Don't you dare hexing him, you giant beast! He's done nothing!"

"Nothing? He's throwing himself on a girl with a boyfriend! Who, by the way, happens to be me!"

"Ha, that's rich coming from the guy who's got a fan club that goes to every single training!"

"They just want to support their team!"

"For fuck's sake, they're not even from Gryffindor! Can't you think?"

"I thought you had established yesterday that I can't."

"Guess I was right as always!"

"Then get the bloody hell out of here to find Andy!" James screamed in frustration, throwing his hands in the air. Somehow their faces had come close enough for them to see each other.

"I can't!"

"I'm sure Remus will come soon and end this stupidity, then you can run off to bloody Andy." James snaped.

"Well, maybe I happen to like stupid buffoons who can't think!" Lily replied. James narrowed his eyes.

"Maybe I happen to like angry birds who are always right!"

They stared at each other for a few moments, then in the next they were kissing. One of James's hand grabbed Lily's waist firmly, keeping her as close as possible, while his other held the nape of her neck. Lily was simply happy to wrap her hands around his neck.

A couple of minutes later, a click announced the door being unlocked - not that James cared anymore. Lily, however, backed away, so he simply changed the target of his kisses to Lily's neck.

"James, the door is unlocked..." Lily muttered shakily.

"I know..." He replied with a husky voice on her ear.

"We're gonna be late..."

"Most definitely..."

"Minerva will murder us."

"Always a possibility." He agreed, biting her earlobe and gaining a gasp in response.

"We can go now..." Lily tried, despite the shudder that ran through her body.

James sighed and with a flick of his wand, locked the door again.

"No we can't." He said, pushing Lily against the closet wall and kissing her again.

And really, how could she argue with a logic like that?