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remus-lpn:

“Up and at ‘em, m’boy! I’ve let you sleep far too long already.”

“Not nearly long enough. I mean, Merlin, did you get house elves to bring you that shit?”

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littlefawnlily:

“Fine.” She said and started towards The Three Broomsticks.·“Sirius is fine, but he’s really more your problem than mine. I figured you’d know better.” Lily joked, still vaguely uncomfortable with her own womb currently.

“Oof. Problem? Shit. Things going that well, huh?” James grimaced at the thought.·“Listen, if I need to kick his ass, just let me know.”

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pxter-pxttigrew:

“That’s…disgusting. Please tell me you’re fucking with me.”

James paused for a moment, staring blankly at Peter. “Alright...I’ll admit, not quite the reaction I was anticipating, but let’s give it another go.”

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pxter-pxttigrew:

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Me, Narcissa, heated passion, forbidden romance. Lips colliding in a moment of vulnerability...Aha!” James hopped up, wand and scroll of parchment in each hand. “Good as new!”

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littlefawnlily:

“Rosmerta won’t give a damn, because this obviously isn’t her cat. I’ll walk it there myself and prove it to you, you ninny!”

“Fine than. Let’s go, shall we?” James started walking, his hand tenderly between Lily’s shoulders, guiding her along. “And how is the little bundle? Not the cat, I mean.”

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pxter-pxttigrew:

“You do realize I’m going to read that paper twice because I don’t trust that you’re not changing the words. I pissed of McGongall already. Let’s not piss off Slughorn too.” He winked. “Forbiden? Blonde? Ice queen? Merlin’s beard Prongs it’s like you’re trying to write a dime novel romance or something here. Out with it man.”

“Ah, I’d never do that to you, Peter...Well, at least not on anything as important as an essay, yeah?” James chuckled, watching as the parchment slowly began to dry. “Well, my life is a dime romance novel, Wormy, keep up.” Hesitating for a second, the glint in his eyes grew mischievous. “What would you say if I told you I kissed - nay, snogged Narcissa Black the night of her engagement party?”

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pxter-pxttigrew:

“Nope. You can keep it. You drooled on it. It’s yours. I do not want it back. I can rewrite it.” Pet pushed it way with the tip of his finger, grimacing. “Wait. Wait. Wait. Potion’s essay down. Tell me about this girl. Because I need to hear everything.”

“Oh, come on! I can get it out. Just give me a second.” James pulled his wand from his back pocket and began waving it slowly back and forth over the parchment. His grin slowly grew across his face. “Well...It’s something of a forbidden affair, you see. Strictly secret. Top secret, actually. She’s younger. Blonde, little thing. Real snobby. Cute. Ice princess.” 

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littlefawnlily:

“No!” Lily said, pulling the cat back to her chest. “You can’t have her! You’re going to take her to the wrong place like a complete idiot!”

James sighed, folding his arms across his chest stubbornly. “You are a completely and utter killjoy, Lily Evans. Rosmerta will be destroyed.”

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pxter-pxttigrew:

“Oh. Good. It’s loud. I was really worried.” Peter smashed the two large books together again. “That I wasn’t being quite.” Another smash. “Loud enough. You sleep like the dead…and you drooling on my potions essay so…ew. I mean…dude it’s literally stuck to you face it was that bad.”

“Merlin’s beard!” James snatched the piece of parchment from his face and held it out for his friend to take. “Apparently I need to sleep like the dead around here. You know, stirring up trouble and women’s affections really takes it out of a guy,” James grinned as he stretched.

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“let’s make out and make everyone hate us.”

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littlefawnlily:

Lily picked up the cat and stood up. “Woah there Gallahad. I don’t think it is. That kitty has boots, this one doesn’t, see?” She held up the little beast so that he could see the paws. 

“Pish posh,” James waved his hand dismissively, holding his hands out for the cat. “Don’t be so selfish, it’s clearly hers and I demand you turn it over so I can return this cat to it’s rightful place!”

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“So rude! Can you keep it down?!”

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jamcsprongs:

James knew there was a chance of this happening. After all, what fifteen-year-old girl would leave their family with what felt like nowhere to go? James, although he had perhaps too much luck with other girls, felt as though he would never get the one he truly wanted. His heart ached as he saw the potential Narcissa held being smothered out before his eyes. “Fine. But just one last thing. One last time.” Reaching out, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back until she hit his chest. There he held her, his lips crashing down on hers. It was a moment of typical selfishness from James Potter, though he waited carefully, ready to release her at any sign of resistance.

Cissy felt a warm hand on her arm again as she was pulled back to James. She was engulfed by him. His scent, his heat, his hands on her back and neck, and his lips on hers. This was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. While she knew that this wasn’t something that should be happening, that she should push him away, but she didn’t. Tomorrow she would regret it, but in the moment, for just a moment, Narcissa melted into him. Her fingers dug into the base of his back and she leaned into him. The sound of frogs and wind was overpowered by the beating blood in her ears. Suddenly she pulled away, stepping back so that he couldn’t touch her again, because she knew that her control wasn’t that strong anymore. “Don’t make it the last time.” She blurted out before making her run for it. Narcissa needed to get as far away from him as possible. She needed to find Thorfinn. She needed this to make some sort of sense to her.

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daffodil-disaster:

Narcissa stared at him silently. She was still so lost and confused in her feelings. She was startled by their existence. A piece of her hated that she was capable of it, another part of her resented it all, especially when she considered how she had treated Andromeda earlier all the same. She knew that leaving her family would never be an option for her. There was no choice here, not really. “I can’t.” She sighed, shaking her head. “No. I’ve got to go.” She said quickly and turned to leave now.

James knew there was a chance of this happening. After all, what fifteen-year-old girl would leave their family with what felt like nowhere to go? James, although he had perhaps too much luck with other girls, felt as though he would never get the one he truly wanted. His heart ached as he saw the potential Narcissa held being smothered out before his eyes. “Fine. But just one last thing. One last time.” Reaching out, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back until she hit his chest. There he held her, his lips crashing down on hers. It was a moment of typical selfishness from James Potter, though he waited carefully, ready to release her at any sign of resistance.

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littlefawnlily:

“Oh hello, cutie. Where did you come from? Are you lost?”

“Must be lost. Looks sort of like the cat that hangs around the Three Broomsticks. Maybe it belongs to Rosmerta...I’d be more than happy to handle that burden of returning this feline to it’s proper owner,” James stated, his chest puffing out slightly at the thought of doing such a grande gesture for Rosmerta.

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daffodil-disaster:

“You can’t blame me for thinking that. It’s not like you didn’t like her for years, very obviously, I might add, and you know what? It is what I’m used to. My friends play games. My fiance plays them better than anyone. Yet, I’ve never been on the pawn end of it because I’m cautious when I give my trust to people. You can’t just run into my life and expect to have it. Not to mention, no one’s ever had feelings for me. No one’s ever bothered to look past my face and body to notice that there was more to me than that. I didn’t think you’d be any different, but you’re still standing here telling me all these things about myself!” Her eyes were pained, her voice was strained, and Narcissa was completely overwhelmed by what to do in this situation. Druella had taught her daughter how to handle every social situation with grace, except for this one. “And I hate it! I’m supposed to hate you, but I don’t. I just hate that you’re making me feel this way. I’m not supposed to. I spent years behaving to that I could choose who I wanted to marry, and I was content with it. Now, I’m just stuck. Why did you do this to me?”

He had finally done it. James had finally begun to chip away at this carefully crafted exterior of Narcissa’s. The girl that was left behind was just that - a girl. Not some brain-washed lady with perfect etiquette who would take what was handed to her with silence and poise. This was a girl who was beginning to question things, who was, perhaps, frightened. “I don’t have some ulterior motive,” James shrugged. “I just wanted you to know. I want you to know that you have a choice and it isn’t easy. It’s not an easy choice to make. But you have one. And if you wanna stay with your family, with Rowle, than fine. But that's up to you.”