Fic; Meeting the Muggles
Title: Meeting the Muggles
For: lily_dear
Character/Pairing: Lily/James
Word Count: 1,273
Rating: PG13
Summary: James meets Lily’s parents for the first time.
Author’s Note: This could really be a slice of a longer fic that I may one day write. I hope you enjoy it, lily_dear! I know you asked for nothing below PG13, but this is probably really a PG story. I couldn’t even really fit in any decent cursing. Sorry!
This was written as part of my fanfiction requests post.
“Your mum seems nice.”
Lily smiles as she feels James’ fingers slipping under the hem of her sweater, brushing against the bare skin of her back. In contrast, his fingers are much cooler-probably due to the cola he’s been drinking for the past half hour. He’s never had it before, and he’s had almost five glasses since dinner. Her mother had laughed at how quickly and frequently his glass had emptied over the course of the meal.
“She is nice,” Lily replies, glancing toward her open door as James’ hand slides higher, straight up her spine, and come to rest on her bra strap. “And she thinks you’re hilarious.”
“Am I?” James asks, smirking when he feels her foot brushing against his leg.
“Well, you did try and start a duel with her egg-beater, and ask her how many people lived inside our telly.”
“It honestly did look dangerous,” James says in defense, and now his fingers are pulling at the hooks and Lily’s eyes dart again to the open door. “And Sirius told me only the Muggle Prime Minister lived inside the television.”
She laughs, and gently rolls over so his hand is trapped between her back and bed, and can’t try any harder to work her bra loose. She can’t believe he’s being so daring inside her parents’ house, with the door wide open-at the request of her father-but then again, it is James, and even with a lot of his cocky attitude gone, his confidence has always been a fixed part of his personality. “And what does Sirius know about the Muggle Prime Minister?”
James shrugs, lifting his other hand to move a stray strand of red hair out of her face. “Not much, I suppose.”
“Exactly.” They both laugh for a moment, and then fall silent, and James is looking at her in that way that usually makes her want to pull his clothes off very violently, so she hurries on. “You know, if my dad walked in now it really wouldn’t help convince him that your intentions for me were completely honorable.”
He grins, dropping a quick kiss to her mouth. “We’re both fully clothed, and only talking.”
“On my bed, lying down, with one of your hands up my top,” Lily puts in, and said hand wiggles against her back as it’s mentioned.
“So, you don’t think your dad likes me?” he asks, and she thinks she sees a hint of concern in his eyes.
“It’s not that,” says Lily, pushing his glasses, which have slipped down, back up his nose with a smile. “He’s just always been a bit overprotective. You’re the first boyfriend I’ve ever brought home, and he knows it’s a bit serious, and I think he was under the impression that you would be this no-good layabout who listens to punk music and rides a motorbike.”
“That describes Sirius almost perfectly, though,” James points out.
“I guess it’s a good thing it’s not Sirius I brought home, then,” Lily says, a bit teasingly.
It’s amazing how quickly his face darkens as he considers that possibility. “He knows I would have disowned him if he’d ever tried to-“
Her hysterical laughter cuts him off. “Me and Black? We would have murdered each other. Come on, you know me better than that.”
His face relaxes, and he laughs too. “So I get points for not owning a motorbike?”
“I’d say it’s definitely not counting against you.”
“I’m safe, then.”
“For now.” Lily grins, and turns so she can look up into his eyes. “If he comes in and sees your hand up my shirt, though, don’t expect him to go easy on you.”
James swallows a little and slides his hand back out quickly. Lily’s father made a big show over dinner of talking about the gun he still has tucked away in the attic, even though it’s been years since he shot it. Lily knew he had been bothered by the fact that James hadn’t seemed put off in the least. Shortly after dinner, she had learned it was because James didn’t have any idea what a gun was. He had gone rather pale when she explained it to him.
She smiles, bumping his shoulder with hers. “Now you have to introduce me to your parents.”
He brightens at that. “They’ll love you,” he says confidently.
“You think so?”
“It’s not even a question. They’ve been hearing about you for ages, since well before we even got together.”
“Oh. That’s a bit frightening.”
“Why?”
“Because we hated each other for so long!”
James laughs. “Lily, you hated me. The feeling was never mutual.”
Lily flops back to look at the ceiling. “It’s a lie, though. I never hated you. Not really, anyway.”
“Yeah?” He leans over her slightly, his glasses slipping down his nose again, and she chuckles.
“I don’t think anyone who put as much energy into hating someone as I did could ever truly hate them.”
James wrinkles his nose. “I…guess that makes sense.”
Lily grins. “It just means there really is a fine line between love and hate. A very scary, very thin line.”
His eyes light up. “Do you love me?”
She laughs and rolls her eyes slightly. “You know I do.”
She thinks his breath catches slightly, though it may have been her imagination. “I’ve never heard you actually say it.”
Lily knows she’s never said it. In her head, she’s been saying it every time she sees him. It makes her feel like he must know, even though he’s never asked her. To say the words out loud now seems far less intimidating than she had originally thought. “I love you.”
It’s perfectly effortless, and the way James’ face lights up tells her all she needs to know, but she still can’t help appreciating when he brings his head closer to hers and murmurs, “I love you, too,” with his lips brushing against hers. Lily’s pulse dances erratically.
The moment is ruined when Petunia passes by the open door and shrieks. Lily and James fly apart, but she is already running downstairs, leaping at the chance to get Lily in trouble and turn their parents against James even when they are no longer children and she is about to get married herself.
“Guess I should have saved that for when we got back to school,” Lily grumbles, sitting up and sliding off the bed.
James doesn’t look upset or even worried about what Petunia might be telling her parents. In fact, Lily is fairly certain nothing else said that evening will wipe the euphoria from his expression. “Maybe,” he says, and all Lily wants to do then is kiss him. She’s always had this power over him-the power to render him completely speechless, the power to almost completely control his emotions-but only recently has she started to realize that he’s always had that power over her, too. His happiness is intoxicating, and Lily’s irritation at her sister evaporates as quickly as it came as she takes his hand.
“Come on,” she says softly. “Let’s go downstairs before Dad tries to get his gun out of the attic.”
For: lily_dear
Character/Pairing: Lily/James
Word Count: 1,273
Rating: PG13
Summary: James meets Lily’s parents for the first time.
Author’s Note: This could really be a slice of a longer fic that I may one day write. I hope you enjoy it, lily_dear! I know you asked for nothing below PG13, but this is probably really a PG story. I couldn’t even really fit in any decent cursing. Sorry!
This was written as part of my fanfiction requests post.
“Your mum seems nice.”
Lily smiles as she feels James’ fingers slipping under the hem of her sweater, brushing against the bare skin of her back. In contrast, his fingers are much cooler-probably due to the cola he’s been drinking for the past half hour. He’s never had it before, and he’s had almost five glasses since dinner. Her mother had laughed at how quickly and frequently his glass had emptied over the course of the meal.
“She is nice,” Lily replies, glancing toward her open door as James’ hand slides higher, straight up her spine, and come to rest on her bra strap. “And she thinks you’re hilarious.”
“Am I?” James asks, smirking when he feels her foot brushing against his leg.
“Well, you did try and start a duel with her egg-beater, and ask her how many people lived inside our telly.”
“It honestly did look dangerous,” James says in defense, and now his fingers are pulling at the hooks and Lily’s eyes dart again to the open door. “And Sirius told me only the Muggle Prime Minister lived inside the television.”
She laughs, and gently rolls over so his hand is trapped between her back and bed, and can’t try any harder to work her bra loose. She can’t believe he’s being so daring inside her parents’ house, with the door wide open-at the request of her father-but then again, it is James, and even with a lot of his cocky attitude gone, his confidence has always been a fixed part of his personality. “And what does Sirius know about the Muggle Prime Minister?”
James shrugs, lifting his other hand to move a stray strand of red hair out of her face. “Not much, I suppose.”
“Exactly.” They both laugh for a moment, and then fall silent, and James is looking at her in that way that usually makes her want to pull his clothes off very violently, so she hurries on. “You know, if my dad walked in now it really wouldn’t help convince him that your intentions for me were completely honorable.”
He grins, dropping a quick kiss to her mouth. “We’re both fully clothed, and only talking.”
“On my bed, lying down, with one of your hands up my top,” Lily puts in, and said hand wiggles against her back as it’s mentioned.
“So, you don’t think your dad likes me?” he asks, and she thinks she sees a hint of concern in his eyes.
“It’s not that,” says Lily, pushing his glasses, which have slipped down, back up his nose with a smile. “He’s just always been a bit overprotective. You’re the first boyfriend I’ve ever brought home, and he knows it’s a bit serious, and I think he was under the impression that you would be this no-good layabout who listens to punk music and rides a motorbike.”
“That describes Sirius almost perfectly, though,” James points out.
“I guess it’s a good thing it’s not Sirius I brought home, then,” Lily says, a bit teasingly.
It’s amazing how quickly his face darkens as he considers that possibility. “He knows I would have disowned him if he’d ever tried to-“
Her hysterical laughter cuts him off. “Me and Black? We would have murdered each other. Come on, you know me better than that.”
His face relaxes, and he laughs too. “So I get points for not owning a motorbike?”
“I’d say it’s definitely not counting against you.”
“I’m safe, then.”
“For now.” Lily grins, and turns so she can look up into his eyes. “If he comes in and sees your hand up my shirt, though, don’t expect him to go easy on you.”
James swallows a little and slides his hand back out quickly. Lily’s father made a big show over dinner of talking about the gun he still has tucked away in the attic, even though it’s been years since he shot it. Lily knew he had been bothered by the fact that James hadn’t seemed put off in the least. Shortly after dinner, she had learned it was because James didn’t have any idea what a gun was. He had gone rather pale when she explained it to him.
She smiles, bumping his shoulder with hers. “Now you have to introduce me to your parents.”
He brightens at that. “They’ll love you,” he says confidently.
“You think so?”
“It’s not even a question. They’ve been hearing about you for ages, since well before we even got together.”
“Oh. That’s a bit frightening.”
“Why?”
“Because we hated each other for so long!”
James laughs. “Lily, you hated me. The feeling was never mutual.”
Lily flops back to look at the ceiling. “It’s a lie, though. I never hated you. Not really, anyway.”
“Yeah?” He leans over her slightly, his glasses slipping down his nose again, and she chuckles.
“I don’t think anyone who put as much energy into hating someone as I did could ever truly hate them.”
James wrinkles his nose. “I…guess that makes sense.”
Lily grins. “It just means there really is a fine line between love and hate. A very scary, very thin line.”
His eyes light up. “Do you love me?”
She laughs and rolls her eyes slightly. “You know I do.”
She thinks his breath catches slightly, though it may have been her imagination. “I’ve never heard you actually say it.”
Lily knows she’s never said it. In her head, she’s been saying it every time she sees him. It makes her feel like he must know, even though he’s never asked her. To say the words out loud now seems far less intimidating than she had originally thought. “I love you.”
It’s perfectly effortless, and the way James’ face lights up tells her all she needs to know, but she still can’t help appreciating when he brings his head closer to hers and murmurs, “I love you, too,” with his lips brushing against hers. Lily’s pulse dances erratically.
The moment is ruined when Petunia passes by the open door and shrieks. Lily and James fly apart, but she is already running downstairs, leaping at the chance to get Lily in trouble and turn their parents against James even when they are no longer children and she is about to get married herself.
“Guess I should have saved that for when we got back to school,” Lily grumbles, sitting up and sliding off the bed.
James doesn’t look upset or even worried about what Petunia might be telling her parents. In fact, Lily is fairly certain nothing else said that evening will wipe the euphoria from his expression. “Maybe,” he says, and all Lily wants to do then is kiss him. She’s always had this power over him-the power to render him completely speechless, the power to almost completely control his emotions-but only recently has she started to realize that he’s always had that power over her, too. His happiness is intoxicating, and Lily’s irritation at her sister evaporates as quickly as it came as she takes his hand.
“Come on,” she says softly. “Let’s go downstairs before Dad tries to get his gun out of the attic.”