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lily evans x fem!reader
type: fluff
summary: you, a slytherin prefect and quidditch player, and lily evans, gryffindor’s golden girl, have seemed to find yourselves in a strange and lovely situation
word count: 1.1k
notes: completely self indulgent. also sorry if this feels short.
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You couldn’t have imagined in a million years that you would’ve Lily Evan’s type.
You, the loud mouth, aggressive, quidditch playing prefect whom she never seemed all too thrilled to do night rounds with. You, the avid defender of all the younger Slytherin students which usually led to you getting into regular spats with the marauders when their pranks hit more than Death Eaters. You, the one who had a notoriously bad break up with one of her best friends (let’s be real though, how many queer girls at Hogwarts hadn’t had a bad break up with Marlene Mckinnon at some point?).
You, the girl.
All of these things didn’t stop her however from snogging in a random broom closet every Tuesday and Thursday night when the two of you were assigned patrols.
You weren’t exactly sure how the little affair started, but you were sure you didn’t want it to stop.
You were suddenly hyperaware of her at all times- how you stared a little too long in the dining hall and in lessons, how she stood a little too close in prefect meetings, how she now sat in the front row of the Gryffindor section at quidditch games. It was like you were both making a game of how far you could push the limits of a secret affair.
“What’s got you all dazy?” Pandora had asked you one Saturday morning in the Great Hall. She sat directly across from you, reading the new edition of the Quibbler as she ate her toast. It was the third Saturday of the month, meaning the Gryffindor’s would be out on the quidditch pitch for the next hour before it was the Slytherin’s turn to practice. In that time, you were hoping to somehow steal Lily away- at least for a little while- while a good portion of her friend group was busy. The only issue was that she hadn’t walked in yet.
“Nothing,” you said, snapping your head back to your friends. You picked up a spoon full of cereal and quickly shoved it into your mouth. “Just thinking about what we need to work on at practice today.”
“Good to know someone’s finally got their head back in the game,” Lucinda boredly chimed in from beside you. “I was getting worried.”
“For the last time, Lu, the only thing that distracted me at the last game was that bloody bludger nearly taking my head off right,” you said, dropping your spoon into your bowl of now soggy cereal. “I swear to Godric the next time I see Sirius Black I’m gonna-”
Someone behind you cleared their throat.
You spun around in your seat, the conversations near you at the table falling silently. Lily Evans making an appearance at the Slytherin table wasn’t an everyday occurrence, you know.
“Hi,” was all you managed to stutter out, hoping it didn’t come off too forced as your cheeks warmed.
“Hi,” Lily smirked, watching you get all flustered in front of her. “Sorry to interrupt, Filch requested us to meet him in his office to discuss something that happened last night.”
Your blood went cold. What had happened last night was you and Lily snogging in an empty corridor for the better part of an hour.
“Oh, alright,” you said, your cheeks once again heating up. “I’ll- I’ll be back in a minute,” you told your friends, hoping your awkwardness wouldn’t make them suspicious of anything.
“You better be on the pitch by 9:30!” Lucinda shouted after you as you and Lily exited the Great Hall.
You rung your hands out in front of you as you followed Lily through the school. He couldn’t have seen you two, right? Surely one of you would have noticed. You weren’t exactly sure what you would do if you had been caught. I mean, what could you do? You’d surely be stripped of your prefect titles and, Merlin, the rumors would be something awful.
“Lily,” you said, breaking the silence of the hall, your mouth dry. She glanced at you before once again looking forward as you passed a group of third years. “What exactly did Filch want-“
Without giving you any warning, she gripped the sleeve of your robe and pulled you with her into an empty classroom. She forcefully pushed her lips onto yours- the taste of her now familiar chapstick making butterflies in your stomach. You leaned back onto the wall she pushed you to, letting the back of your head rest against it as she wrapped her arms around your neck. There was a charm about her that made you completely forget what you had been worrying about just moments before- your full attention now on the girl in front of you.
“Lils,” you laughed lightly as she pressed kisses down your jaw. “I’m assuming there's no Filch?”
“Well, aren’t you clever,” she smiled, pulling back for a moment to look at you. She pecked your lips again. “Sorry to worry you, I just needed to get you away from your friends.” You couldn’t help your cheeks warming again. There was something about this girl that turned you to straight mush.
“Getting bold, are we?” you asked, tucking some of her fiery red hair behind her ear. “Bloody Gryffindors,” you joked.
“Hmm, see I think you’re rubbing off on me,” she said, pursing her lips to hide her smile. “After that little show I put on for your friends back there, I’m starting to think the hat made some sort of mistake.” You couldn’t help the snort that came out as you laughed at the idea of her in Slytherin.
“Yeah, and I should’ve been in Hufflepuff,” you said sarcastically. “You know, with how patient and just I am.” She laughed again, crinkling her nose as she closed her eyes.
“Oh, very patient,” she said. “It’s your best trait, really.”
“What can I say- I’m a lot of things,” you started, letting your head lull back against the wall, “Patient, resourceful, intelligent, humble. I can’t be confined by the restraints that are what we call Hogwarts houses.” Lily hid her face in your shoulder this time as she laughed. You laughed too, wrapping your arms around her and simply holding her for a moment.
You thought about your friends and if they saw you now. You thought about her friends and what they wouldn’t do if they saw you now. A bloody protective bunch, the marauders and co. were. You couldn’t even bring yourself to care what any of them would say. Not even Sirius Black could hex off the smile that had seemed to take permanent residence on your face when she was around.
It was something truly special, you two had, and it was yours.
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"Alright, Black?"
I saw some people doing this so I thought I'd try my luck.
Jegulus minific, 687 words, rated G.
Almost everyone at Hogwarts was aware of the fact that James Potter fancied Regulus Black. At least a little.
In the same way everyone was aware he used to fancy Lily Evans. By serenading her whenever they passed each other by.
But also everyone knew that he stopped fancying Evans a long time ago.
Yet, not many know about Lily’s girlfriend. (She’s happy with Mary now, Regulus hears.)
What caused Potter’s focus to shift to him, Regulus isn’t sure. He’s not exactly opposed to the attention but it’s certainly hard to adapt to.
Not to say that he hadn’t adapted to it. James had flirted with him and called him out, seeking his attention enough times by now, for Regulus to sense when Potter walked into the room.
Regulus was sitting with Lupin in the library, both were reading silently and enjoying each other’s company until Evans walked in confidently.
“Remus!” Lupin’s head snapped up from his book. “Prefect meeting in five minutes!” She whisper-shouted, “Did you forget?”
He looked down at his watch, “Oh, I didn’t notice the time…” He started packing his things to follow Evans out before she stopped him.
“Don’t worry, it’s been cancelled,” She grinned, “Just wanted to give you a scare.”
Lupin rolled his eyes and pushed a laughing Evans back.
And then Regulus felt it.
James Potter.
Sure enough, the rest of the Marauders appeared from behind a bookshelf, calling out to Remus.
“Moony!” Sirius called, “Up for some mischief?”
Lupin grinned back at him.
“Nothing too bad,” Peter tried to reassure the other Prefect among them.
Lily rolled her eyes.
Regulus was wondering if it was gonna come when—
“Alright, Black?”
There it was!
Regulus hummed something in Potter’s general direction (who was messing up his hair and grinning at him) as they took Lupin with them and left.
He went back to reading, thinking he’ll get some peace and quiet but instead felt watched.
Evans was still there. She seemed like she was trying to say something, but was struggling to find the right words.
Regulus went back to his book, waiting.
Eventually, she blurted out, “Remember how James used to flirt with me like that?”
I beg your fucking pardon? He wanted to say, but he raised a brow instead.
“I just mean,” Lily backtracked quickly, “If you want him to stop or at least to get a different reaction out of him, just flirt back.”
At Regulus’s scepticism, she continued.
“Trust me, he’ll be so flustered he won’t know what to say.”
And so Regulus considered it.
The opportunity presented itself at dinner.
Regulus stood in the doorway to the Great Hall, talking about practice with the Slytherin Quidditch captain when James and his gang passed by.
“Alright, Black?” James grinned at him, walking by.
Sirius rolled his eyes like usual, Remus snorted as usual, even Peter ignored them as usual but Regulus replied for once.
“Alright, Potter.” His head was downcast but his eyes looked up mischievously. He knew exactly what he was doing.
James stopped walking. He completely froze. Sirius bumped into his back.
“Mate,” He said, a little annoyed, but James wouldn’t move.
He stared at Regulus, clearly not expecting a response. His mouth opened and closed like a goldfish. He let out a nervous chuckle. His entire head, down to his neck, was a dark red.
“I’m…” James laughed, flustered.
Sirius, now completely done with his friend, pushed him forward, moving them along towards the Gryffindor table, murmuring something like “Come on!”
The rest of the Marauders followed them, sneaking glances at Regulus as they passed.
James was still frozen, his legs moving aimlessly wherever Sirius pushed him.
He seemed to be in a trance.
“Sorry, what were you saying?” Regulus turned back to his captain, not understanding a word that was said and just nodding until the boy left him alone.
The rest of the meal was spent with James grinning while trying to catch Regulus’s eye and Regulus hiding a grin of his own, trying his hardest not to think of how cute James Potter looks when flustered.
I wrote this in a few minutes so don't judge if it's bad. Hope you liked it! :D
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