For the Hogwarts Games – Women's Football, Round 1.1. Rules: You have 1 week to submit your one shot or drabble of any length, your assigned pairing being the central focus.
Summary: Mad ideas, an explanation, and an impromptu waltz. Just another day in hiding for the Potter family, right? Slice of life, James/Lily.
Thump. Her book hits the table as she sighs melodramatically.
"Why aren't you absolutely bonkers?"
James frowns, his eyebrows furrowing. "Er, Lils? You told me I was absolutely bonkers just yesterday, remember? Said it was a mad idea to fly to the moon on a broomstick, I'd suffocate, and that I was absolutely bonkers for considering it." He pauses for a contemplative second. "I still reckon a bubble-head charm would do the trick, but you might be right – I might be better off waiting for a faster model of broom to come out."
Lily sighs, dropping her head into her hands. "I'm married to a lunatic," she moans.
"See?" James says, putting down the copy of the Evening Prophet that he'd picked up after putting Harry to bed. "You think I'm nutters. And you're probably right. So why are you asking why I'm not?"
"Because you've always been a lunatic, James. I was wondering why this––" she gestures to the room at large "––this… sitting isn't driving you up a wall."
James can't help but laugh. "Lils, I was an only child. And, unlike Muggle children, most Wizarding children don't attend any sort of primary school."
"Any at all?" she asks, trying to puzzle out how that would work.
"Nope. I was tutored by my parents for the first few years. I mean, yeah, there was a social group that met twice a week to "normalize socialization" and all that, but really I spent a lot of time at home, just me and Mum." He grins mischievously. "I think I drove her absolutely bonkers, but I learned to entertain myself."
Lily smirks lightly. "So you're telling me that it isn't driving you up a wall that you never get to ride your broom?"
James winces. "I've been trying not to think about that." He laughs effortlessly. "I'll admit, that bothers me."
Lily cannot help the knowing grin that spreads across her face. "I thought so."
And, suddenly, out of the blue, James says, "Dance with me, Lily."
"I… what?" she sputters. "You know I can't dance. I barely made it though our wedding without seriously injuring myself!"
But James is standing in front of her, an arm outstretched. "Dance with me."
"There's no music!" Lily points out.
"Oh? A traditionalist, eh?" James asks mockingly. He twirls his wand briefly and the opening strands of a familiar waltz fill the air.
"A waltz?" Exasperation colors her tone. "James!"
But she's laughing as he pulls her into his arms. After a few moments they lose track of any sort of actual waltz and Lily lays her head on his chest, and they're simply swaying back and forth. His hand is wrapped around her waist, hers on his shoulder, their other hands clasped.
"Some days I still can't believe it," James murmurs softly. Lily tilts her head to look at him.
"That I'm lucky enough to have you. I realize every single day when I wake up with you beside me that I am the luckiest man in the world. Every day, all over again."
She moves the hand on his shoulder to his cheek. "That's not luck, James. That's you being bloody stubborn." She stands up on her tiptoes and kisses him gently. "And thank Merlin for that," she murmurs.
She can feel his chest vibrate as he laughs. "I love you, Lils," he murmurs.
"I love you, too, James," she replies, her voice whisper-soft. "I love you, too."