Prongs Loves Lilypad.

By Katie

Pairing: James//Lily

Rating: K+

A/N: My SECOND attempt at James//Lily! I need to give them a name…like…Jamey! Or…Jily. Or Limes. I dunno. I keep seeing some about Lemon, but I don’t know if that has anything to do with the LJ pairing. I forget, like, everything about Remus’ past, so if he doesn’t have any sisters or any of the other things I mention, then I’m sorry…I just have a really terrible memory.

Disclaimer: If I owned Robbie Jarvis and Susan Shinner as young James and Lily, I would be a very happy camper. Alas, I do not. And I also do not own Harry Potter. What a world.

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Lily probably should have seen it coming. All of her boyfriends had dumped her; why should James be any different? Oh, right. Because James had promised her he wouldn’t shatter her heart in a million pieces like the others had. Alas, he had. And, alas, Lily was, yet again, sitting on her bed eating a box of chocolates. Crying.

‘Evans, you’re pathetic. You weren’t supposed to fall in love with Potter. If Petunia saw you like this, she’d be giggling with pleasure. If I should die and my only child be left with her, I swear I’ll roll over in my grave. I like the name Harry. It’s a nice name. Harry James Potter. A solid name. My son would be kind and brave and he’d never break a girl’s heart. Unlike his low down, dirty rotten father! Oh, Merlin, Lily! You and James broke up! You won’t be bearing him a son anytime soon! Are you fighting with yourself? Dear God, you’re a nutcase, just like Aunt Hettie!’, Lily thought, inwardly battling with herself. She was sitting here, fighting with herself, and James was with his stupid Marauder friends probably sitting in Hogsmeade drinking butterbeer and having a great time.

Ah, but how wrong she was.

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“You broke up with Lily. Prongs, do you have a fever?” Sirius Black questioned James Potter, raising an eyebrow. “No, I don’t, as a matter of fact. And to tell you the truth, I have absolutely no idea why I broke up with Lily. No idea at all.”

“You spent all that time trying to get her to go out with her, and then six months later you break up with her. What a waste.” Remus Lupin quietly stated, moving his chess piece. “...Yes. Right. And, uh, what am I agreeing with?” Peter Pettigrew nodded, moving his chess piece also.

“Wormtail, you don’t have to agree with anyone. You can think whatever you want to. You definitely don’t have to agree with Prongs’ twisted reasoning. Lily Evans is the prettiest girl in our year, not to mention the smartest.” Sirius replied, slightly gritting his teeth. “I don’t know what you’re so upset about, Padfoot. She’s not your girlfriend. And she’s not mine anymore.” James childishly stated, rolling his green eyes. He knew perfectly well why he’d broken up with Lily. He was just kind of embarrassed about it.

“Way to be an immature git about the whole thing.” Remus mumbled. “What was that?” James shot a look at Remus. “Nothing. Nothing at all. It’s not as if my input is going to change anything.” Remus replied, moving another chess piece.

“Oh, please. You know nothing about girls, much less Lily.” James snapped, immediately regretting it. Remus knew plenty about women. He had three sisters, all of whom had asked him plenty about what guys like in girls. Remus glared, but dared not go any farther. James meant nothing of the things he said, and he’d apologize in the morning. What was the point in making things any worse?

“Does anybody else have anything to say about my break-up with Lillian Evans? If so, forward all comments to Remus Lupin, resident psychiatrist and were-. Where are my socks?” James cut himself off. Remus’ eyes flashed; if ANYONE knew that he was a werewolf, all of God’s creation (at least at Hogwarts) would go haywire.

Remus was right. James was being an immature git, and he was avoiding the whole reason he’d broken up with Lily.

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The next day, in Potions, Slughorn paired Lily with James. She began to protest, but Slughorn put on a sly smile. “Now, now, Miss Evans. I know of the little romance you and Mr. Potter have. Just giving you some more time to talk. And…well…Potter isn’t exactly a Potions prodigy, as you are.”

It was no use. Lily sighed, moving her books over to James’ table. “Hey, Lilypad.” James tried. No response. “Lily,” he tried again. No response. “Lillian Emily Evans.” James crossed his arms. A cringe came from Lily, but still no response. “You need to understand a few things about why I broke up with you.”

“Harry, you can keep talking or start working.” Lily hissed, but then clamped a hand over her mouth. James raised a bemused eyebrow; “Harry? Since when is my name Harry?” he blinked. It’s not your name, it’s my son’s name.” Lily mumbled. “What? Are you pregnant?” James gaped. “Of course I’m not! It’s just um…he’s my…well, last night I was thinking and um…” Lily tried to think of the right words.

“Are you dating someone already? We only broke up last night! How...? Why…? When…?” James stuttered, choking on his words. “Yes. I’m dating a sixth year named Harry.” Lily pursed her lips.

‘What?! I’m dating a sixth year named Harry?! Harry is your imaginary son with James, not your BOYFRIEND. Harry James Potter. Still a lovely name. But that’s completely beside the point! Where are you going to find a sixth year to pose as a guy named Harry?’ Lily thought. Why had she said she already had a new boyfriend?

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Rage pulsed through James’ veins as he ran his fingers through his hair violently. “Prongs, you’re going to pull out your hair. Care to share what’s on your mind?” Sirius asked, plopping down onto a couch in the Common Room. “Lily has a new boyfriend already! Named Harry. He’s a sixth year. A whole year beneath us. Padfoot, I am a prat. A no good prat. Not to mention a jealous prat…since when do I get jealous? I’m James Potter. I am not the jealous type.” James cried, even though there were four other people in the room.

“Maybe having a girl like Lily made you the jealous type.” Peter pointed out. Nobody could hear it though, because he’d just barely squeaked it out. “You propose an interesting theory, Wormtail.” Remus noted. James frowned.

“Moony, you have sisters. If I had broken up with one of them and not explained why, but then decided that I wanted her back, what would I say? What would I do?” James asked, sounding rather desperate.

“Mate, you need to pull yourself together first. You look like rubbish, and you’re acting like…like Padfoot did when he found out that Amortenscia Moneyspent was actually his third cousin and he’d made out with her in a broom closet.” Remus chuckled a little. James grinned, and Sirius glared. “That was a rather devastating blow to my ego! I mean…I thought I’d fallen in love with her, and then Regulus tells me that we’re third cousins! And then the whole break-up was terrible. Turns out Tenscia was a completely and total psycho. She actually said that incest is best. I’m sorry, but since when was I ever interested in an incestuous relationship?” Sirius countered. The Marauders laughed, even Sirius, even though it was more of just a feeble haha.

“And, second, I know that you’ve always had a bit of trouble with this, but…you need to tell Lily the truth.” Remus continued.

James could feel his cheeks turn red with embarrassment. The truth. He had never really told any big truths to anyone. Except maybe Sirius or his mother.

Merlin…this was going to be hard.

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“Lily!” James called to the redhead as she walked down a corridor. She whirled around. “Oh, it’s just you,” she rolled her eyes and continued walking.

“No, Lily, wait. I really need to talk to you.” James stopped her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “I need to get to class,” she protested, shoving him away. “It can wait! We’re Head Boy and Girl, and Slughorn’s favorites. I think he’ll be a little lenient.” James pointed out.

Lily couldn’t argue with that.

“The reason I broke up with you is because I love you,” James started.

“Well, now it makes perfect sense!” Lily sarcastically stated.

“I love you too much to let you put up with me. Lily, I’m a prat! I still play pranks, and I act like a 5-year-old, and I’m never serious. My hair never stays down, and I despise having my shirt tucked in. I am a mess. You are neat. You are perfect, and I have nothing to offer.” James sighed. Lily raised an eyebrow, and shook her head.

“James Potter. That is the most ridiculous thing that I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s not like it matters. You have that new boyfriend or whatever now.” James mumbled, sounding childish.

Lily shook her head, grinning; “There’s something you should know, Potter, and it is that I adore cleaning up your messes. I like having a boyfriend who’s not so serious. You’re what makes my life silly and fun! I like your messy hair. I think it’s sexy. And I like your un-tucked shirts. They give you a sort of “I’m not trying to impress anyone” vibe, and I love that about you. And I especially like it when you act like a wounded tiger; I think it’s rather endearing. There is no Harry. There is only you, and I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she firmly stated, but her voice got softer and more vulnerable towards the end.

James’ eyes lit up, and a smile animated his features. He embraced Lily tightly, and she giggled. “Harry is what I plan on naming our future son. Harry James Potter. I think it’s a lovely name, don’t you? And he will be brave and kind and a real charmer with the young ladies,” Lily said when they broke apart.

James smirked. “Well, if I should marry you, I think the name Harry is terrible. As is James.”

Lily gaped, her eyebrows knitting together; “Maybe I’ll marry Sirius! I’m sure HE would appreciate the name Harry! Harry Sirius Black.”

“I’m only kidding, Lilypad. I think the name Harry is lovely. Do you know who else I think is lovely?”

“Who?”

“You, my love. You,” James sincerely smiled, capturing Lily’s lips in a kiss that started out innocent, but became rather aggressive.

It was only then that they realized they were five minutes late for Potions.

“We better hurry. I wouldn’t want your perfect record tainted with a detention.” James glanced at the clock, pulling Lily toward the Potions classroom. As they hurried in, Slughorn was at the front of the classroom, talking about a love potion. “Well, Mr. Potter, Miss Evans! We were just using you two as an example! Take a seat, take a seat. Now, where was I…oh! The ingredients you’ll need are all in your textbooks, but I’d like to go over one more thing…” Slughorn cried in a rather jolly manner.

It wasn’t until about five minutes later when Lily felt a tap on her shoulder. “Lily. Look up.” Petra Longfellows said.

Lily glanced upward, and, in illuminated cursive were three words.

Prongs loves Lilypad.

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So, it was a little fluffier than I intended it to be, and maybe even a little shorter, but that’s just fine with me, because I am completely and totally okay with how this turned out.