Harry potter headcannons and one shots

Fireside Confessions

a/n: I also got this from fanfiction.com

Lily Evans was curled up on the couch of the Heads' Dormitories she shared with James Potter. Her red hair was pulled back into a long and loose ponytail as her emerald eyes shone like jewels in the light of the fire crackling merrily in the fireplace.

She sighed heavily, snuggling deeper into the ratty old fleece quilt that was her security blanket. She sniffled and wiped away a lone tear as it gracefully made its way down her porcelain cheek.

She heard the door to the Heads' rooms open, but didn't move. She knew it was him. He was the only other person who knew the password.

"Lily?" his voice was tentative from the doorway. She closed her eyes for a moment, hating the way he said her name. It was as if his very voice was a gentle caress.

"Go away, James. I'm not in the mood," Lily opened her eyes and met James Potter's warm brown ones. His forehead was creased in worry as his fingers ran through his already impossibly untidy hair.

"Come on, Lily," James sat at the edge of the couch, "Talk to me."

"No," Lily stubbornly pulled the quilt over her head.

"Fine," James got up. She heard him rustle through his bag, and then felt the pressure on the couch again. She peeked out from under the blanket. James was holding two cans of butterbeer, "They don't bite, you know."

She reached out and grabbed one, "Thank you."

James smiled as he opened his own and took a sip, "You're welcome."

Lily sat up a little straighter and took a swig from her can. She looked into the can, and swirled it a little, "James?"

James looked up, "Yes, Lily?"

"What would you do if you had 5 wishes?" This wasn't what Lily had wanted to ask, but her courage deserted her.

"I don't know," James seemed a little taken aback, "Why?"

"Just because," she took another sip of butterbeer.

"How about I tell you one, and then you give me hints about what happened today?" James asked her.

"Sure," Lily sighed.

"My first wish? Muggle electronics were allowed in Hogwarts," James declared, "It's too difficult to live without my record player for the school terms."

"You listen to Muggle music?" Lily was surprised.

"Yes," James laughed, "However, you need to give me a hint now."

"It had to do with something I saw," Lily sniffled.

"Like what?" James asked.

"Ah!" Lily laughed, "It's your turn!"

James chuckled, "I suppose it would have to be that the Marauders could come live in this dormitory with us."

"Oh, good Lord," Lily groaned, "Over my dead, cold, and bloody body would I be stuck in this dormitory with Remus, Sirius, and Peter, too."

"Hey, we're not that bad!" James held up his hands in mock indignation, "Now, for that hint?"

"It had to do with a boy," Lily shrugged, avoiding James's gaze.

"Oh," James's voice sounded emotionless.

A minute passed in silence before Lily spoke up, "James? Your wish?"

"I wish I could go home anytime I wanted to," he stared into the fire, lost in thought.

Lily felt bad, because she knew she had made some of James's life miserable. She sat up straight, and touched his arm, "James."