Jily one shots

Jealousy along with a bottle of firewiskey

Disclaimer: written by TajM

A/N sorry guys I've been rlly shitty with updates I've just been getting back into school routine. But I'll give you guys a few chapters tonight and probably some more tomorrow. Enjoy :))

This was only his second bottle.

Okay maybe that was a lie...

But it was only his third... and a half...

Still it wasn't that bad. Yet...

But he was a big boy, he could hold it.

That was too a lie...

The poor tall, lanky, messy haired teen could barley handle half a shot let alone four bottles of Firewhiskey.

It was really a common misconception- the truth being is that James Potter the partier, the player, the Marauder got smashed quite quickly...

And maybe that was the reason why the-center-of-attention-usually was sitting unconsciously in the corner tipping another bottle of Firewhiskey.

Great stuff...

So anyways...

Here was the Quiditch captain and Head Boy slouched in a corner of the Gryffindor Common Room swaying drunkishly just a bit every now and then on New Years Eve.

Forget what anyone has ever told you about Hufflepuffs being the true party-house of Hogwarts cause if any of them stepped foot into this common room there jaws would drop. It probably helped that Gryffindor was the home of The Marauders, which basically meant that they had more alcohol and spiked punch.

The music was blasting much too loudly, but they were smart enough to sound proof the room meaning McGonagall wouldn't be waddling in her night gown and bun to tell them to 'go-to-bed-now-or-else-and-where-were-the-head-boy-and-girl, which of course was something the poor Hufflepuffs never learned or mastered so their parties got crashed a good deal earlier.

But if James wasn't fizzed up right now he would also mention something egotistical such as they wouldn't really be very experienced, since Gryffindor was commonly the one who normally had reasons to celebrate and took Hufflepuffs away. Like last October when the beat Hufflepuff 230 to 20?

But this was the first party he had truly been out of it since probably fourth year when he and Sirius finally came up with a way to smuggle the stuff from Three Broomsticks and his fourteen-year-old-self kind of got a little out of control...

At that party he'd been bouncing off the walls and what not... but today he was more in the mourning sort of drinking mood and was as stated many times previously slouched in the corner...

But it wasn't as if his drunken self was up to nothing... actually his drunken state was actually doing something very productive. Something that his sober self is an expert at but lately has been trying to act otherwise which leads to very sneaky tactics like looking through books on library shelves or well... being drunk in the middle of a rambunctious party...

And that happens to be staring at Lily Evans.

Damn, she' hot.

But she's always been excessively pretty since forever and terribly so as an woman since at least fourth or fifth year... and that was what first made him notice the girl with that fiery red hair and equally bright emerald green eyes. But that wasn't all though.

It was her feisty approach and charisma that later charmed him and turned him into preteen mush.

But of course other then being mush James Potter was also a bigheaded jerk for the first six years of his school career.