Oh baby, you’ve never had me drunk yet, have you? I think I’m much more energetic under the influence. I think we should head away from the party now, and get a bit of a head start - what do you think? [He nuzzled her ear softly, his lips grazing her earlobe as he spoke.] That’s because you knew you loved me, even then. Wish I bloody had kissed you now - maybe I wouldn’t have had to wait another year to call you mine.
No I haven’t, well other than the fact that you’d been drinking for a week straight before the um bath incident. Energetic, huh? Is that right? [She then took another drink of her firewhiskey and didn’t even cringe. Her breath then hitched at his words against her ear] But I’m still drinking. Maybe I need a bit more persuading. [She rolled her eyes, remembering that night far too well] I did not love you, but I definitely wanted to kiss you and you smelled so good and I didn’t know why. I didn’t want to admit why to myself. Wanting you pressed against me and wanting to snog you doesn’t equal being in love, or not then. [She couldn’t help but press herself against him for good measure.]
"Damn frustrating?" James repeated, throwing his hands up in the air as he span back around to look at her, his heart pounding in fear in his chest, his cheeks white as the blood disappeared into his skin. "I don’t bloody want you going on your own, but… but…" Oh no. Not not. James’ chest started to feel constricted and he took in a deep breath, it catching in his throat. He felt as if he couldn’t breath, the fear of the darkness taking over his mind. "I … I c-can’t… f-fucking…"
"Yes, damn frustrating, James Potter. I can swear too." She then stopped as she watched her boyfriend in front of her and he actually looked terrified and like he was on the verge of a panic attack and it killed her to see him like that. She wasn’t mad at him. She just didn’t like him snapping at her. "James take a deep breath. Hey, look at me. Look in my eyes. It’s okay. Let me help. I want to help." She reached for his hand again, hoping he’d take it. "I love you."
"Go ahead. Like that’s going to make things any better." James scoffed, still not turning around to look at the girl behind him. How could he? Here she was, willing to risk her life to go and save other students on the other side of the tunnel, and he was on the brink of having a panic attack? "You’re not going in alone! I’ve bloody said that, haven’t I?" He snapped again, this time whirling around to look at her. "You don’t seem to understand this," he gestured to his body quickly, "and what’s happening, so just stop, Lily. I’m fucking terrified, okay?"
Crossing her arms, she walked behind him and was definitely scowling. ”Yes, you did bloody well say that, Potter, but I’m trying to help so that maybe you’ll stop being so damn frustrating.” She then met his eyes and glared, before listening with a sigh. ”You’re terrified? Then just say that. It doesn’t make you pathetic to be scared of something. If you’re too scared to do this, we can either do it together and you can trust me to help or you can stay here. But you will stop snapping at me, because this is not the time for us to have our first damn fight..”
"I’m not being bloody snappy." James snapped, knowing full well that he was snapping. But both of them were drunk, and he was pretty sure that Lily had no idea what he was going through in that moment - how terrified he was at the sight of the dark tunnel in front of him, and even more so frozen in fear at the knowledge, not hypothetical any more, that it could fall in on him at any moment. His eyes never left the tunnel, watching every shake, and tremor, and small piece of rock that fell away.
"Yes you are and I don’t like it. If you don’t stop snapping at me, I will snap back at you." She watched him carefully, wondering if he wasn’t scared what the problem was or if he was just too egotistical to admit that he was scared. "We need to get to helping though, so would you like to work together or would you like me to just go on my own and leave you by yourself?"
"I know, I know." James spoke, his eyes still staring blankly ahead. He had no idea how stable it as, but it looked like it was going to fall at any moment. Small bits of rubble and dust were moving around, and on the other side, James could hear a commotion. He had to help. But his feet just wouldn’t move any more. "I know."
She glanced over at him. ”Okay, how do do we make this thing easier for you? You’re tense, and a bit snappy. I’m a problem solver, so let’s find a solution t your problem so we can help people.” Lily was a bit nervous about going in there, but mostly, because she didn’t want it to cave in and die.
Hey! Who said I wasn’t getting you drunk just to get in your knickers? [James laughed, pressing his lips to her forehead.] Of course I remembered that - you were leaning on me for half the night, Lils. That’s the first time I smelt your perfume properly and realised it was in my Amortentia. I was gonna’ kiss you that night.
Well then if you’re going to try, make sure you don’t get so drunk, that you can’t make it worth my while. [She couldn’t help but smile at him.] I half wanted you to. Of course, i’d regained my sanity in the morning, but you felt nice and you weren’t being impossible.
You’ll have to wait, love. It’s gonna’ be perfect. And I’m sure we’ll decide on the right thing.
Fine, fine. You go back to your book, or whatever. I won’t distract you any longer.
I don’t like waiting for things, but then again, I made you wait didn’t I?
come distract me later?
"Yeah, it’s not going to be so little in a few months."
"That is so cute! I hope you two do get married!"
"I think a big family can be nice though."
"I hope so too. I love him a whole lot. My friend, especially Marlene, think that we’re moving a bit fast, I think."
I’m very proud of you because you can drink. Who wouldn’t be! And you better love me, and it’s nice to hear you trust me enough to get drunk with me. Remember one of the last parties? You were quite tipsy, as I remember and using me as a stand.
I do trust you. I know you’re not just doing it to get in my knickers, not that you’d say no obviously. Hey, I didn’t think you remembered that though and I wasn’t that drunk.
No, they’re not.
Oh, stop it. I’m an amazing snogger, much better than whatever you found in that book.
Are too. I’m far too excited though about the possibility of you maybe asking one day. Then we can decide if we like cats or dogs better.
You are but books are fascinating, love.