Back to Gryffindor Tower

Part III

A / N: Hello everyone! Sorry for updating a day late, I was really stuck with writers' block with this chapter. I have realized that all my A / Ns are super duper long so I've tried to shorten this one. Some notes for this chapter and the last chapter: a lot of the things that happen in this fic are things I've never experienced. I've never gotten drunk. I've never had a hangover. I've never been kissed. I've never been in love. A lot of this fic is what I would imagine those things to be like, with the help of my trusty Quora of course. My browsing history is very strange now.

In this chapter, let's play: spot the reference! There is a (fairly obvious) reference to Sara J Maas' book Crown of Midnight in this. Thanks, SJM, for the great sentence! Honestly, I never finished the Throne of Glass series but it was fun while it lasted.

I will be marking this fic as "completed" on both AO3 and Wattpad. The story is technically completed. Whether I will do an epilogue or not is really based on what I feel like doing. If I do end up doing an epilogue, it will be posted as another chapter. But for now, the story is finished! I am very proud of the story, it's the only one I've ever completed. On Google Docs it's a whole 31 pages of writing. Eeeee! Thanks so much to anyone who has ever clicked on this fic and read it, it means the world to me.

Here on Wattpad, it is strangely (for me at least) displaying this part before Part II. If that is also the case for you, go read Part II first.

Again, this chapter is much shorter than last week's, but that's because last week I went insane and wrote like 1k words per day.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my IZ*ONE albums. Please don't try to take them.

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The next few months proved difficult for Lily. Her feelings had intensified a great deal after coming to terms with the fact that she did, indeed, fancy James Potter. She stole wistful glances across the classroom at him and smiled anytime his name was even mentioned. But she had done something stupid, something very idiotic, that night after she got back to Gryffindor Tower after going to the Three Broomsticks with the Marauders. She had told Mary and Marlene about her feelings.

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The first thing Lily registered was her pounding headache. Wow, that hurts. She was too tired to open her eyes, so she focused on her other senses. She knew she was in her bed; the cool sheets pressed against her skin, she could feel her face half-smushed down on a fluffy pillow, and the weight of a gold-and-scarlet quilt rested on her body. She could hear muffled voices in the background, although they seemed louder than they should be: the sound crept into her ears and aggravated her headache. She could dimly recognize them as the tones of Marlene and Mary. All of her muscles ached terribly, she could feel pain shoot through her legs every other moment. The night came back to her: the "Jinx or Drink" she played, the several bottles of firewhiskey she and Marauders had made their way through, her realisation of her feelings for James (her face grew hot and her eyes snapped open in an unfortunate combination of shock and embarrassment; she lights were too bright and so she closed them again and pulled the quilt over the top of her head), the question Sirius had posed about her fancying James, and... it got pretty fuzzy after that.

"You're up?" Mary walked over and sat on the edge of Lily's bed. Exerting a large amount of effort, Lily managed to open her eyes (Did they install new light bulbs? Those are way too bright. Wait, Hogwarts doesn't have light bulbs) and scoot up so she was half-sitting, half-laying down against the headboard of her four poster bed. She blinked a few times and the world came into focus. Mary was sitting on Lily's bed, still in pajamas, her soft brown curls a mess. Marlene was standing by her desk, brushing out her own golden locks. Marlene was facing towards Lily with a smirk on her face. Mary held out a glass of water which Lily accepted gratefully and chugged as quickly as possible. Her head still throbbed and her body ached, but her vision seemed a little less fuzzy and the dryness in her mouth disappeared after drinking the water. She passed it back to Mary who promptly Aguamenti-ed it and returned it to Lily. She took another sip.