Fic: ‘By the lake.’
Title: By the lake.
Fandom: Harry Potter (movies)
Rating: (PG)
Time Period: Before the Harry Potter movies.
Summary: Next to the lake, they stand.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
Blame the recent poll!
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of J. K. Rowling as well as Steve Kloves (his interpretation); I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by either.
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Setting down the quill, tugging her striped tie loose, she leans forward and rests her forehead on the table, after shoving the parchment before her to one side. She groans before reaching up to tug her hair loose of its ponytail.
She groans again, eyes closing.
She loved Hogwarts, loved the magic and wonder of the school. What she didn’t love was the work. Long essays, study and having no spare time to simply enjoy everything that wasn’t work. Tunie --- sorry; Petunia ...
This time she sighs before pushing herself upright in her chair; time to be finishing this essay. She pulls the parchment toward her and selects a book from the pile on her left, opening it.
“Lily!”
She looks around hurriedly, her hands on the book. “James?”
He grins, slowly appearing as he slips the cloak off his shoulders.
“James!” She hisses, pulling him to the floor beside her chair. “What are you doing here?”
“I had to see you,” he answers simply, the silken folds of the cloak pooling on his knees. “It’s late, you’re in the library and we should go for a walk by the lake.”
She looks at her essay.
“Bring it with you,” he adds when he sees her. “Stuff everything in your bag and come with me.”
“And where are Peter, Remus and Sirius?”
“Doing their homework.” One out of three wasn’t bad, he tells himself. Almost doesn’t make it a lie.
Almost.
“If no one will see us ...”
“No one,” he assures, “will see us.”
It was, she thinks, time for a break. Shoving her books, parchment, quill and ink in her bag, she stands, looking at him. “Not even Hagrid?”
“Not even Hagrid. Besides,” he adds “I think he’s busy with Professor McGonagall.”
“Hagrid?”
“And Professor McGonagall,” he finishes, leading her from the library.
She giggles, hand over her mouth to stifle the sound, and he grins broadly, taking her bag and stashing it behind a statue on their way to the great oaken doors. “Are you telling the truth?”
“Would I ever lie to you?”
“Yes.”
He rolls his eyes and pulls her along; she almost falls as he drags her along. “Come along Evans,” he calls and she rolls her eyes at him, pulling her hand free. She doesn’t see his slight frown when she does.
Water laps the sand when they stop, puffing. Silvery white light glimmers on each wave, highlighting them briefly before they crash on the shore. He turns, his breath catching; soft, warm perfumed breezes lift her freed hair gently from her shoulders, stars catch in her eyes, her cheeks are flushed from the run they’d just had.
“James?” She asks, frowning. “Are you all right?”
“Mmm?” He asks and turns to the lake. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
“Are you all right?”
His shoulders slump. His head falls forward and then he turns and his hands cup her cheeks. Before she can protest, he presses his lips to hers.
“Now,” he finally whispers, “I am.”
Fandom: Harry Potter (movies)
Rating: (PG)
Time Period: Before the Harry Potter movies.
Summary: Next to the lake, they stand.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
Blame the recent poll!
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of J. K. Rowling as well as Steve Kloves (his interpretation); I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by either.
_______________________
Setting down the quill, tugging her striped tie loose, she leans forward and rests her forehead on the table, after shoving the parchment before her to one side. She groans before reaching up to tug her hair loose of its ponytail.
She groans again, eyes closing.
She loved Hogwarts, loved the magic and wonder of the school. What she didn’t love was the work. Long essays, study and having no spare time to simply enjoy everything that wasn’t work. Tunie --- sorry; Petunia ...
This time she sighs before pushing herself upright in her chair; time to be finishing this essay. She pulls the parchment toward her and selects a book from the pile on her left, opening it.
“Lily!”
She looks around hurriedly, her hands on the book. “James?”
He grins, slowly appearing as he slips the cloak off his shoulders.
“James!” She hisses, pulling him to the floor beside her chair. “What are you doing here?”
“I had to see you,” he answers simply, the silken folds of the cloak pooling on his knees. “It’s late, you’re in the library and we should go for a walk by the lake.”
She looks at her essay.
“Bring it with you,” he adds when he sees her. “Stuff everything in your bag and come with me.”
“And where are Peter, Remus and Sirius?”
“Doing their homework.” One out of three wasn’t bad, he tells himself. Almost doesn’t make it a lie.
Almost.
“If no one will see us ...”
“No one,” he assures, “will see us.”
It was, she thinks, time for a break. Shoving her books, parchment, quill and ink in her bag, she stands, looking at him. “Not even Hagrid?”
“Not even Hagrid. Besides,” he adds “I think he’s busy with Professor McGonagall.”
“Hagrid?”
“And Professor McGonagall,” he finishes, leading her from the library.
She giggles, hand over her mouth to stifle the sound, and he grins broadly, taking her bag and stashing it behind a statue on their way to the great oaken doors. “Are you telling the truth?”
“Would I ever lie to you?”
“Yes.”
He rolls his eyes and pulls her along; she almost falls as he drags her along. “Come along Evans,” he calls and she rolls her eyes at him, pulling her hand free. She doesn’t see his slight frown when she does.
Water laps the sand when they stop, puffing. Silvery white light glimmers on each wave, highlighting them briefly before they crash on the shore. He turns, his breath catching; soft, warm perfumed breezes lift her freed hair gently from her shoulders, stars catch in her eyes, her cheeks are flushed from the run they’d just had.
“James?” She asks, frowning. “Are you all right?”
“Mmm?” He asks and turns to the lake. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
“Are you all right?”
His shoulders slump. His head falls forward and then he turns and his hands cup her cheeks. Before she can protest, he presses his lips to hers.
“Now,” he finally whispers, “I am.”