SIRIUS FLIRTING WITH LITERALLY EVERY TEACHER TRYING (and Failing) TO GET OUT OF DETENTION

Sirius: books are for nerds

Remus: *smacks Sirius on the head with a book*

Sirius: NOOOOO

Sirius: MY HAIR

Sirius: MOONY WHYYYY

Sirius: *sobs loudly* I LOOK LIKE JAMES

James: HEY!

Sirius: *continues sobbing in the corner*

ah, to be an unfinished jily fic from eighth grade...

Prompt: James is a fantastic hugger and Lily, more often than not, gets caught up in his spell.

"You look like you need a hug, Evans. And I'd be happy to offer you one."

Lily glared suspiciously at James. He grinned angelically. "Please?"

Sighing, Lily reluctantly allowed herself to get swept into James's arms. James wrapped his hands around her and rested his chin on her head.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are extremely adorable, Evans?"

"Bloody flirt," Lily murmured into his shirt.

She could sense him smiling. "I try."

There was silence as James tightened his hold around her waist. Lily involuntarily found herself cherishing every moment of the hug, never wanting to let go —

James finally broke away, leaving Lily weak-kneed and dazed. She already missed the comfort and warmth of James's arms, as corny as that sounded. Lily did not understand why the hug made her feel like this. In all logical senses, a hug from James Potter was supposed to be as repulsive as he was.

But it wasn't.

In fact, the hug was good. Great, even.

And that's what scared Lily the most.

James beamed at her as she regained her senses. "Feel better?"

"Worse," Lily lied through clenched teeth.

"Want another hug?"

Yes.

"No."

"Your loss."

True that.

"So." James put an arm around Lily's shoulder, but she shrugged it off. "What's new?"

Lily rejected James. Again.

If the Marauders texted, this is what it would look like.

[before being interrogated by the police]

Remus: Sirius, don't say a word.

Sirius:...

Sirius: Fergalicious

Remus: I said no words

Sirius: oH I see. Two weeks ago playing Scrabble it's not a word and now suddenly it is a word because it's convenient for you

Your account inspired me to write a Black family one-shot (it was just meant to follow the kids through their lives, originally) and now I'm staring down the wizarding war with like 20+ character arcs

Yooo this is awesome!! If you’re chill with it, please message me! I’d love to know more about your fic <3 I CANNOT wait to read it!! I’m also both flattered and curious as to why my blog inspired you but I’m gonna run with it :)

Bitches be obsessed with a group of fictional friends that grew up too fast in the middle of a war in the 1970’s at Hogwarts and raised hell and laughed and spent nights under the full moon in pure selflessness and loved each other without limit because they were home to each other. It’s me, I’m bitches.

The Story Of How Lily Evans Asked James Potter Out

Lily Evans was mad. She was very, very mad.

Why was she so mad, one may ask? Well, she was mad because of one sole thing. Or person, to be specific. And who was the unlucky person who was to endure her targeted wrath?

James Potter, of course.

She hated him. Absolutely hated him. From everything to his unnaturally sharp jawline to his stupid grin that made her go weak at the knees and the way he always absentmindedly chewed on his quill when he was deep in thought and his freaking Quidditch body (because, of course, he just had to have bloody perfect abs). She absolutely detested the fact that he was admired by all the first years and that he was so good at Quidditch and that he passed Transfiguration with ease. She hated that he was several inches taller than her, so that if they ever were to kiss (not that she would EVER fantasize about that, mind) she would have to stand on her tiptoes and he would have to bend down, letting his hands wander all over her in the process...

In short, she loved him.

Literally all her friends insisted this was coming, which wasn't encouraging, to say the least. How could Lily not fall for him, they all said, when the two were forced to spend time with each other in such close proximities? And since they were both Head Students, and literally lived together in their own private dormitory, it seemed to everyone else that any romance between them was, to put it lightly, inevitable.

The truthfulness of it all drove Lily absolutely mad.

But for some reason, she couldn't seem to get herself to completely care.

Because when she looked at him, or spent time with him for extended periods of time, she found it quite hard to be mad at him. It was so much easier to hate the idea of him and his perfect self than to actually hate him.

Marlene gave her no better advice for her predicament than "Ask Potter out."

So Lily, on a spur-of-the-moment decision (and a vivacious streak of pride) agreed. After all, Potter had constantly been asking her out since 5th year. Why couldn't she ask him instead?

So, mustering all of the bravery she could, Lily marched onto the Quidditch field one evening, determined to make Potter realize that she was exremely enamored with him once and for all. Quidditch practice had just ended, but James was still flying around on his broom by himself, diving and swooping in the evening air. Lily smiled, despite the nervousness bubbling up in her at what she was about to do. Walking closer, toward the edge of the pitch, she cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled, "Oi, James!"

James swopped down toward her, grinning and waving. Lily could feel her own grin grow wider. Merlin, this boy...

He stopped in front of her, still on his broom, dangling a few feet in the air above her. He opened his mouth to say something, but Lily beat him to the chase. It's now or never. "James Potter," she said, forcefully, willing bravery to come to her aid, "will you go out with me?"

There were many possible reactions to her question Lily had imagined. A grin and a yes, maybe. Or (and these were the ones that scared her the most) abhorrent 'no's'. The best possible scenario involved kissing, hugging, and lots of smiles and a definite 'yes.'

What Lily did not expect was for James to faint and fall of his broom.

One moment he was hovering in front of her on his broom, completely motionless, and the next thing she knew, she was watching her crush topple unceremoniously off a twig and fall onto the ground.

Luckily the fall was only a few feet, but still.

"James!" Lily yelped, covering her mouth with her hands. "Oh my God! Are you - oh my God!"

James slowly stirred on the ground, and Lily felt immense relief. Throwing all caution to the wind, she wrapped her arms around him, burrowing her head into his chest. "Oh thank Merlin-"

"Uh, Lily?" James said thickly. "I may be imagining things, but-" he turned red "-did you a-ask me out?"

"I did ask you out, you tosser," Lily laughed. She poked him in the chest. "And you didn't give me an answer..."

"Wait, this isn't a dream, right?"

"No," Lily giggled. "Not a dream."

"Hmmm...." James teased, sitting up. "I'll have to check my calendar..."

"James!"

"All right," James said, grinning down at her. "I will certainly go out with you, Evans." He wrapped an arm around her waist and added smirkingly, "Although I am left to wonder what exactly changed your mind about me. Was it my muscular body? My wits? My humility?"

"All of them," Lily whispered up at him. And before she knew what she was doing, she kissed him shyly, her eyes closed, underneath the cover of the approaching twilight. She pulled back, blushing, not sure what to expect.

And that was when she realized that James had fainted again.

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Probably every single class that James & Sirius had together

Professor: Let's copy down notes on practical charms

then.

*Sirius & James whisper arguing*

Professor: Boys, why can I hear you talking?

Sirius: Uh... Because you have ears?

Professor: And why are you talking during my class?

James: Well, why are you teaching during our

conversation?

Professor: Detention, both of you

James: Oh deer

Sirius: This place has gone to the dogs

*muffled giggles of the Marauders*

lily evans