a jily microfic: May 3rd - Hagrid
word count: 1,971 - @jilymicrofics (just gonna keep tagging you until the chapters get beyond the microfic allotment xD)
It had been a very long night.
James had wanted to go after her, of course, and did at first. He watched her sea of hair fly around the corner and out of view, but being undressed himself, he couldn’t exactly leave the safety of the dark corridor without repercussions. And he didn’t much fancy meeting McGonagall in his birthday suit.
He dressed in a haze, replaying and replaying every moment, desperate to find where he’d gone wrong. At the end of it all - shirt half buttoned, trousers on, glasses found - he figured he’d been wrong to say yes at all. But say yes to what part? The first kiss? The second? Her hand pulling his under her skirt? Her undoing his shirt, the kisses she’d peppered all down his chest, whispering about how she’d always wondered? At what point had he been meant to say, No, wait, I’m confused because I’ve loved you for so long and I thought you couldn’t stand me, are you well? He’d measured her comfort by how easily she laughed, and the more they met, the faster she was throwing her head back, cheeks turning red with the exertion of it. James had even learned that when Lily Evans really found something funny, she let out tiny chuckles from the bottom of her stomach long after she’d stopped fully laughing. He knew that about her. He knew what she looked like standing in candlelight, the exact shapes the shadows made underneath her breasts, just how deep her belly button went, whether she preferred socks on or off (he’d found it quite daring that she took them off).
And yet, there was nothing for it. No way to talk himself back on this one. It may have only been his first time, but he knew enough that if a girl left crying when things were done, you had done something terribly wrong.
He couldn’t wake Sirius, who would want every detail from him, who would jump to his defense, who would insist they could fix it, together. But he did know Remus was patrolling the floor below them - they’d only managed to go uncaught this long thanks to his playing watchdog.
“Moony,” he whispered from beneath the cloak, and despite everything still gaining a small shot of satisfaction from the sight of his friend jumping slightly. (Remus was generally the least entertaining Marauder to spook - nerves of steel, that one.) Emerging from the invisibility cloak, Remus swatted his arm.
“Aren’t you supposed to be with Evans? It’s only one, you lot are generally at it till at least two.”
He must have seen the way James’s face fell, because he angled his body firmly towards his friend and said, “What’s wrong?”
“I’m not…I’m not sure, honestly,” James pulled at the hair at the back of his head, face flushing now that he was saying any of it out loud. “We…we… And then she- I’m not sure what I did, Moony.”
