“I must have written millions of letters, but I never sent them. I came close to it in fifth-year—after all that business after the Defense O.W.L.S, remember that?—but I always chickened out. Figured I embarrassed myself enough in person, it wasn’t necessary to do it in words.”
Fudge is a really cute/smart running joke in Commentarius (which you should read) by B.C. Daily. It’s a very popular fanon thing associated with Jily because in the story, both James and Lily love fudge. This results in hilarious scenes such as Lily using her Mum’s homemade fudge to tempt James and to soften his apparent hostility at a few points in the story. And it also plays a big part during their first date (but I’m not giving away too much!). Fans of Commentarius, therefore, like to mention fudge to pay tribute to/fangirl about the story.
Mrs. Weasley had sent homemade fudge with the jumper for Harry for Christmas in Philosopher’s Stone. HOMEMADE FUDGE. brb sobbing. So many Jily feels.
“You have no idea,” he told me slowly, his voice tinted with happy amusement, “how bloody fantastic it is to hear you say my name. For three years I had to put up with derision-filled ‘Potter”s and I swear, you could make a bloke start to hate his own name, Infallible. You really could.”
He sealed that last statement with another kiss, this one light and short, barely even a brush of lips. I sighed into his mouth, my head already beginning to pound. (x)
Then we both laughed like a pair of right loons because sometimes when things are extremely uncomfortable and you’re not entirely sure why your body is reacting to another body in a quite different and quite sudden—though startlingly not quite entirely unpleasant— sort of way, what else is there to do other than just sitting there and laughing? (x)
“James,” I whispered breathlessly, moving my hands until they covered his behind my head. “You don’t have to…really, I’m fine—”
“More than fine,” James murmured, his mouth barely leaving mine. “Perfect. Damn perfect.”
“That’s not what I—”
But his fingers only curled tighter in my hair, clutching firmly as he tilted my face to the side and his lips started making a hot trail away from my mouth, over my jaw, and down to my neck.
And since we’re all already aware of my feelings on the topic of James and his neck nibbling, I’m sure it won’t come as much of a shock to hear that I promptly quit protesting.
I mean, it wasn’t like we couldn’t have the discussion later. Rain check.
So I let him have his way for a bit, trying to hold back the pathetic mewing noises that were desperately yearning to push past my mouth. Always the quick thinker, I decided that the only way to guarantee that they’d stay under wraps was to drag James’s mouth back to mine, so I did just that and buried the sounds against James’s lips. I don’t think he minded the sudden shift of snog locations. He’s very adaptable that way.
Everything was going swimmingly until I started to feel a bit like I might faint. I think James was starting to feel it, as well, because his mouth started moving more slowly against mine and then he suddenly broke away.
“Hell,” he groaned, the word coming out as a hot burst of breath against my cheek. He started kissing me again, but it wasn’t too much longer before he pulled away once more with another muted swear.
“All right?” I asked, littering kisses along the underside of his jaw.
He nodded jerkily, but I could feel him tense beneath my mouth. His lips caught mine again briefly.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said finally, his voice low and hoarse. “Somewhere. Anywhere. The Tower. The Room of Requirement. Christ, anywhere but here.”
The Infallible Lily Evans
“Ever since fourth year,” James started to explain, when I obviously failed to grasp the humorous concept of ‘the whole picture’, “I’ve had you up on a sort of pedestal, you know?”
“Pedestal?” I asked.
“Yeah,” James nodded. “I mean, you…you’re Lily Evans. You’re perfect. You’re smart, you’re nice, you’re beautiful, you’re confident and clever, the professors adore you—everyone loves you—you were a prefect, you always followed the rules, never did wrong…”
I blushed furiously, ignoring the self-conscious flutter in my stomach as he went on and on about my supposed perfection. However utterly and completely wrong he was about mostly everything he was saying, I’m not going to lie and pretend I didn’t enjoy hearing him say it anyway. I’m only human, after all.
“You,” he continued pointedly, throwing me a small smile as I began to resemble a tomato more and more, “were the Infallible Lily Evans.”
“Infallible?” I choked out. “Hardly!”
“James?” I called.
“I just wanted to…well, I’m sorry. For everything. I didn’t mean to drag you into all of this—well, I mean, I did, but I…” I sighed, stopping before the rambling began again. “You get what I’m saying.”
“Yeah,” James said again, nodding his head. “Don’t worry about it, Lily. Like I said, things could be worse.”
“You could actually be dating me,” I reminded him with a smirk.
“Or I could be dead,” he added with a grin.
I snorted. “I’m almost afraid to ask which one you’d prefer.”
James laughed again, intelligently choosing not to respond to my last comment. A few moments later, he started slowly down the corridor again, and with a slight wave to me, smiled as he said, “‘Night, Infallible Lily Evans.”
I threw him a look as I called down the corridor, “I’m not infallible anymore, remember? I fall!”
James shook his head. “Nah,” he said softly. “You’ll always be infallible.”
Commentarius, ch. 11, by Bee
“It’s breakfast. What in Merlin’s name do you need ketchup for?”
Potter didn’t even bother glancing up at my question. When he failed to find the condiment at the Gryffindor table, he stood up in his seat and began scanning the other tables in the hall as well. It took him a few seconds to actually get around to answering my question. “Well, for the eggs, of course.”
“What?” I blanched, a look of total disgust playing on my face. “That’s bloody disgusting, Potter!”