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Milestones	By : JanisJ Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > James/Lily Views: 6191 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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MILESTONES

A/N: This is utterly, hopelessly, pure, unadulterated, innocent vanilla het fluff-- The overwhelming sickly sweetness may make you choke or give you cavities. You have been warned!

This was supposed to be a birthday gift fic, written for the lovely Miss FK who requested Marauder era James and Lily. With her birthday passing by story-less 10 months ago due to incompleteness, I finally decided I had to come back and finish it because I thought she could use some disgustingly adorable cuteness and inside jokes (especially today). Luv ya, girl! Now let me get back to my beloved dirty M/M slash naughtiness!

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There was just something about Halloween.

Of course it was a big deal in the Wizarding world, with its magical roots in Samhain and All Hallows’ Eve and all that. Even Muggles observed the day, subtly aware of the strange vibrations of energy swirling in the atmosphere, but unaware of the exact reasons why. It was a big traditional celebration at Hogwarts-- perhaps a festival to pay homage to the annual harvest of their beloved pumpkins?

Most thought it just another whimsical fancy of the flamboyant Headmaster, but as some suspected, Dumbledore had his reasons. The renowned school of witchcraft and wizardry observed all religious rites, if not completely seriously and solemnly, they at least took them to heart (And “heart” being the key word for James here).

Halloween always seemed to represent a milestone in the tumultuous journey that was Lily and James’ relationship.

James had developed a silly crush in his first year. It probably started on that maiden train ride due to his competitive nature and determination to show up the odd little kid in the compartment (unkempt, brooding and glorifying the Slytherin house) that accompanied the redheaded girl. She immediately captured his attention. As soon as he’d insulted her friend, her temper had flared and his interest had been piqued; a line was drawn in the sand and James could never resist a challenge. Never.

At their first Hogwarts Halloween feast he had yelled, “Trick or treat!”, stuck out his foot and tripped Lily, making her sprawl ungracefully-- and fairly painfully-- across the flagstone floor between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. The grey wool of her uniform’s skirt flipped up revealing her white cotton knickers to everyone’s view. She had been furious.

This did NOT endear him to her and she developed quite a dislike for the raucous, scruffy-looking boy and his dorm-mates that laughed (at her humiliation, she assumed, and not simply the stupid behavior of their friend).

The rest of the year passed in much the same way, much to the dismay of James. And Lily. (But for entirely different reasons.) It seemed that all his efforts to get her attention ended badly. He wanted her to notice him, to like him, to fancy him like he did her, but he went about it in all the wrong ways and only ended up with her complete and utter exasperation and disdain directed towards him.

During Halloween their second year, James’ energies and antics were buoyed by the festive mood of the holiday. It found him pulling her plait into his inkwell during class. Sniggering and smirking to his comrades, he drew many students’ attention to his prank. Once she had felt the tug on her tresses, she’d whipped her head around, flinging ink to splatter all over. She appeared to hate him even more, if that was possible.

Sporting an indelible black painted moustache to rival the evil Muggle Hitler the rest of the day, she was livid. He received a detention and loss of 20 house points for his troubles (and the cold shoulder from her and her friends for the rest of the year). He complained and joked and tried to airily dismiss her lack of positive regard for him in any form when his friends were present, but you could see the lament and self-doubt clouded behind his bravado in moments he thought he wasn’t being watched.

Next school year, James was as smitten as ever and vigorously renewed his pursuit of Lily. The third years were having their first ever Hogsmeade visit the next day, November first, and he was determined to ask her out on a proper date. Somehow, through all the false confidence he tried to convince his dorm-mates with, James was quaking as he approached her at the holiday feast.

Unfortunately, due to the combination of a recent growth spurt (all overly large feet with clumsy, gangly limbs) and a bad case of jangled nerves, he stumbled as he approached her and spilled ice-cold pumpkin juice down her neck and the back of her blouse. She was not amused (and undoubtedly thought it was another Halloween “trick” in keeping with tradition).

He was grateful to have escaped with only a mild stinging hex (and the caustic laughter at his oafishness from all the Gryffindor girls and some Hufflepuffs nearby ringing in his cringing ears). The ribbing he took from the boys in the dorm room later that night hurt his pride more than he cared to let on.

Fourth year, he mustered up the courage to cross the common room in front of the assembled Gryffindors anxiously awaiting the grand dinner soon to be served. Instead of just whispering as usual amongst the Marauders how someday she would be his, he’d decided to invite her to go with him to the next Quidditch match, Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw. Just for giggles, Sirius shot him with a nastily-timed jelly-legs jinx—he pitched forward and grabbed her, fumbling to keep himself upright and clonking their heads together spectacularly before ripping her robe down the front. He wound up in an undignified heap at her feet, and all hopes of coming across as “suave” were dashed.

Yes, he was rewarded with a much, much stronger, more potent and mature stinging hex. There was also the added bonus of erupting in puss-filled spots and boils (some of which made sitting very uncomfortable for quite awhile afterward as he refused to have Madam Pomfrey have a look at him ‘down there’). Sirius didn’t stop laughing for days, especially at the pained grimaces James pulled when he eased into a chair.

Their fifth year was possibly the worst on James’ ego. After successfully turning Snivellus’ hair into alternating orange and black stripes and his cloak taking on the appearance of a jack-o-lantern to impress her, she spent the entire evening after the feast talking to and obviously flirting with Severus at the Slytherin table.

James seethed as he saw her laughing, tossing back her flowing, fiery hair and touching Snape’s arm all too familiarly. But he looked like he taken a Bludger to the gut when she pointedly looked towards the Marauders, knowing full well James was gawping at them together, and kissed the greasy git and then hugged him close.

When she pulled Snape by his hand and walked with him out onto the grounds for a late night stroll, James looked like he would either cry or kill (or both, in either order). Luckily, Remus was able to restrain James from following the pair; Sirius and Peter didn’t seem as if they cared one way or another. The werewolf’s mission was NOT helped by Sirius snickering, “Ah, bad luck Prongs….” all too obvious that he was not sorry in the least. He’d been subjected to way too much of his boastful bragging and pointless fawning over Evans over the years to feign much sympathy. To be honest, everyone was sick of it.

It was Halloween during sixth year that Prongs finally got a kiss, albeit under false pretenses; he laced her drink with ‘Pixie-Fairy-Honey-Dust’.

While Sirius kept Lily occupied-- her eyes focused on Black, wary of what prank the duo was planning-- James pulled it off. Then all of a sudden, with twinkles in all their eyes (for very different reasons) James swooped in and planted a juicy one on her. Much to everyone’s surprise, she responded in kind, her eyes widening before fluttering closed with a moan.

The soft-core illicit substance wore off within thirty seconds, but she was still melting into the lip-lock for well after the appointed time. She reveled in the firm hand at the back of her neck and the other cradled in the crook of her lower back. That is, until she finally came to her senses and wrenched back, slapping him hard-- but with chest heaving indignantly, she looked at him with some interest as he laughingly retreated, holding his reddened cheek.

Everyone in the Great Hall noted the glinting spark in her eyes as she watched him being hauled away by the Marauders. The boys escaped into the Entrance Hall, guffawing and whooping to Prongs’ sexy score, and it was mingled with the sound of Lily’s squealing friends swarming and giggling around her. The last thing James saw as he was shoved around the corner was a look of genuine intrigue, finger tips ghosting over her lips; flashing emerald daggers shot him straight in the center of his heart.

Things did progress from there and by the end of the year they were an item. They still were terrible at face to face civil conversations and confrontations, each getting on each other’s nerves and insulting each other (unintentionally on James’ part, intentionally on hers) but somehow that fire translated into something more. They had established a letter/note writing relationship and James seemed to have matured (or at least toned down his prankster attitude somewhat).

Sirius was bored to tears over that summer while staying with the Potters at having to hear James wax rhapsodic, practically swooning over how brilliant his lovely Lily was and gloating at how far he’d gotten with her while snogging before the school break. He pined over her letters and Padfoot desperately tried to block out the sounds at night of James wanking in the bed across from his every time he got a new missive from her.

By the start of seventh year they were well and truly together, quite possibly the newest super power-couple of Hogwarts. (Evidently James was much more compelling and eloquent in his written word than in person, his friends soon realized). And James and Lily’s late night trysts to the Astronomy Tower kept his tongue busy long enough from making too many horrible, inexcusable “foot-in-mouth” blunders. Things were finally working out wonderfully for the Head Boy and Head Girl.

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Their last Halloween celebration of their school career was definitely the most memorable. And magnificent. And magical.

There was a costume party for the upper years in the common room after the feast and the little ones who gorged on too much sweets were tucked away upstairs in their dorms.   James and Sirius had smuggled in Butterbeers, mead and Firewhiskey earlier in the day before Padfoot and Moony had to leave for the shack at sun down. Everyone was in high spirits, not weighed down by any exams or graduation yet, simply full of good food and strong drink.

Lily wore a pale yellow medieval dress with a slender waist that her friend Maryanne made for her, emblazoned with dozens of hand-sewn, cloth-covered buttons, up and down the bodice and arms. No one could quite take their eyes off her ample cleavage nestled in the square neckline.

James insisted on dressing in some Wizarding medieval fighter garb get-up so he could be her “knight in shining armor” (they’d had some good-natured arguments about ‘anachronism’ or some such: James didn’t care, he just wanted to make his girlfriend happy, so he relented to her expert knowledge on the subject and took her suggestions on what to Transfigure so they could don the correct apparel of the same historical era. Lily’s approval was priceless-- he’d gladly do anything to gain it!).

Sir James made Wormtail his jester and abandoned his sword and helmet rather early in the evening, making the pudgy belled-hat boy hold them for him. He eventually shook off his sycophant friend (little did he know, Lily had employed her good friend Serena-Rose to draw Peter’s attention elsewhere, namely, getting the one girl that was even remotely interested in him-- Ali of Hufflepuff-- to create a drunken distraction in the form of his first ever make out session) and finally talked Lily to take a midnight walk with him. He noticed she was getting progressively giddy and touchy-feely, so thought finding somewhere more private was in order.

James grabbed the bottle of ‘Heathen-made Mead’ (actually brewed by a bunch of nice Pagans that were friends of the family who used that title as a joke) he’d hidden under the edge of a tapestry. Slurring enigmatically to his fellow Marauder, “Early bird gets the worm….” he clumsily pulled Lily to her feet. No one was quite sure what that meant and didn’t really care if it made any sense as their heads and hearts were swimming with heady desires.

James and Lily just chuckled at the breathless couple who looked confused for a moment, then dove back into trying to swallow each other’s tongues. James banished his clanking armor, gathered up the Invisibility Cloak and they ducked out the portrait hole.

Once they’d passed the Fat Lady, a strange hush descended over them; there was an excited nervousness at being alone together as well as the quiet stealth required to travel the castle after curfew.

Prongs spirited her outside to take a romantic walk by the lake. The trip pressed under the cloak had him hard and aching within seconds; he could feel every tiny gust of air from her lungs and stifled giggle under the silvery material, not to mention her hand around his waist. He took advantage of their necessary closeness to breathe in her intoxicating scent of sweet spices, like some sort of heavenly pie or cookie. To be so intimately entwined with the object of many-a-night’s fantasy had his hormones reeling.

When they reached the edge of the black loch and emerged from the cloak, she twirled, dancing to unheard music. He was mesmerized by her skirt swinging out all swirly and her silky hair flaring around her, catching the light of the full moon in an ephemeral halo. He was ensnared. Her sheer beauty lit her up like a goddess.

They exchanged swigs from the bottle and began around the path. Soon, out of earshot from everything and everyone, they started singing raunchy, ribald drinking songs into the cool night air. Laughing with joyous abandon and freedom, Lily made up a ‘game’ of snogging on every tree they passed.

“Oh no! Another tree!” She smiled as she gasped in mock-horror and opened her arms seductively to await James coming in for another kiss. Lily reveled in how he could make her pulse flutter and knees weak with such simple, sensuous touches. She briefly wondered how and when she became so captivated by him.

She loved James rushing them to the next trunk, desperate for another kiss, pushing her with need and want against the rough bark (and was thankful that Bowtruckles are so elusive they would scurry up into the higher branches at the first hint of the amorous couple’s presence).

And she was grateful for so many trees on their journey! Sip, kiss, chase, (grab, giggle) sip, kiss, chase, (mouths, fingers) sip, kiss, chase (heat, heartbeats) sip, kiss, chase, (grope, moans).

How was he to withstand Lily walking around with her tits out, nipples peeking from the neckline of her dress after that last bout of making out? “You should walk around like that all the time,” he couldn’t help but blurt out, his eyes bugging. Her laugh twinkled like honey down his spine and pooled in his groin. She skipped ahead, eagerly toward the next tree and he moved as if their souls were magnetized to each other; he knew he would follow her to the ends of the Earth and beyond for the rest of his life.

Both deliriously, freely euphoric, they fell in love over and over again like waves upon the sand. They looked into each other’s eyes and were amazed by all that they saw there. Their passion and union was destined to be.

And so it went on, until even James had to admit that there were storm clouds beginning to cover the sky and reluctantly thought they should return to the castle. He was already thinking ahead to any vacant space within the school that they could nip into before heading back to the tower.

They were both saying “yes, we have to head back,” but making no serious move to do so; they just didn’t want this entrancing rendezvous to end. It was obvious--there was something special and different about this night.

Just then, a howl rent the air. “Do you think that’s--?”

“Yeah, that’s him….” James affirmed, blood pounding in his veins. “I can handle him if he gets out of the shack,” the confident boy declared, chest puffed out with some slight furring ruffling over his legs and back; he reigned in the horns that had become an uncontrollable physical response to the sound. With a shrug, he shook out of his animagus instincts. “Besides, Padfoot’s got him under control.”

It started to rain, faintly at first, and then proceeded to pelt them rather hard. James valiantly tried to shield her, but there wasn’t much he could do. “Eeeeee!” Lily squealed, picking up her skirts and ran towards the closest shelter they could find. They made it to the lean-to filled with hay bales near Hagrid’s hut just in time before the storm cloud truly broke, booming with thunder and lightning, deluging the grounds in a torrential downpour.

They tried to slow their harsh breathing from their slippery, stumbling sprint, attempting to keep quiet huddled under the low overhang-- they were pretty close to the Game Keeper’s home after all. They saw the light turn off within and were comforted by the fact that the “Keeper of Keys” liked to indulge on special occasions and pass out cold, snoring loud enough to wake the dead.

It was late, but they non-verbally decided to wait out the worst of the storm in their little make-shift shelter. They practically flew at each other-- mouths mingling, limbs tangling, tussling and wrestling with unrestrained fervor.

Nothing was stopping them. Not this time.

Adrenaline was pulsing through their veins. Their chests were heaving…. Their eyes were darkening with lust. James was beside himself. He could sense this time would be different; this time he really thought he might get to go all the way.

Lily cast a few silent charms to make the straw soft against her velvet skin, all the while kissing James like if she parted lips with him she’d cease to breathe. She yearned for this to be perfect; she willed him to understand that she wanted tonight to be when they shared the greatest gift of all.

She gasped as his hands snaked up under skirt, tickly finger-tips trailing up her thighs, bound to discover her secret at any second. James gave a full-bodied jolt-- She wasn’t wearing knickers!

All those layers of clothes he usually encountered and was never let past or under; he was now feeling HER. Bare now. He was actually touching the outside of her precious flower! He nearly creamed right then!

“Easy,” she hummed soothingly, almost warningly. He winced as he remembered the first time he went to touch her over-top the barrier of her panties. He’d been as rough as a bloke might handle himself and she had screamed and jumped back screeching, “Not that hard! What, do you think you are doing? Scrubbing cauldrons?” (The stinging hex from that one had been MOST unpleasant, and in the most unpleasant of areas.)

She’d then proceeded, gripping his wrist like a Grindylow to hold him back from his own volition, and showed him how to gently touch her there. (He’d briefly wondered if that’s what happened to deter that neighbor-girl the summer after his fifth year, why she lost interest and broke it off rather abruptly.)

That thought abruptly left him as his senses slammed him into the present-- he delicately pressed his fingers against her mound on this special night. He just left them there, a tentative pressure but nothing more and continued kissing her. He waited until she was pressing against him on her own, softly mewling and pleading for more. Soon she was rutting and rubbing, starting to beg in breathy moans. “James…. I’m ready…. I want….I need….”   Her hands clenched and unclenched on his shoulders, then wandered down to knead his ass-cheeks.

He bore down with another brushing touch, getting more worked up by the minute. He thrummed his fingers and was pleased to feel that oh-so-sought-after wetness along his middle digit. When it slipped a bit in the slickness, he felt his cock twitch impatiently. James roughly pushed up her skirt so that he might get a glimpse of her sex (or a taste if he was lucky!).

James was practically bursting out of his mind at the thought that Lily had been pantiless under there all evening and he was being allowed to touch her, skin on skin, for the first time. He continued to apply a gentle massage and occasionally dipped a finger into her honey-well. His hand swirled around in her juices-- down to dance over her butthole then up to her buzzing bud nestled within her alluring, swollen petals until she whimpered out of frustration and pulled him up into a kiss.

A rare and hot, desperate slurpy, sloppy SNOG!

“Fuck, James!” she groaned from the back of her throat. She was writhing and undulating, clutching and tearing at what was left of the costume he had on. He hastened to tear away any unnecessary articles of clothing and delved down to kiss her again, plastering his lips over her and then her chin, neck, earlobes—everything he could reach.

Lying back on the sodden hay bales, she spread her legs and looked up into his eyes imploringly, silently praying she was communicating to him exactly what she wanted….

Nay, needed! She was beyond gone—and so, so close!

She grabbed his hips and lined him up, urging him to glide his shaft up and down her slit, tickling and teasing each other, getting more wet than she ever thought possible. As his hot length slipped and slid up along her as she grew more and more wild with passion. With the head of his swollen cock hitting her clit at every odd joust, it got them more worked up by the minute.

They stared into each other’s eyes with awe and love.

And then it happened: She angled her hold slightly different and he unexpectedly ended up plunging in! “Yes!” She screamed. James was stunned and almost lost it right then and there. He’d dreamed about this, but nothing could compare to the actual experience! It was tight, and hot, and wet and beyond any pleasure he’d ever known.

“Do you want to cooooooome, James?” Lily asked with a leer in her voice when she saw his face scrunched up in concentration and his whole body tensed, held completely still.

“Oh, fuck, I’m trying not to…. Don’t say that word,” he whimpered through gritted teeth and tried his best to stave of his impending orgasm.

“Please do….. COME for me James…. I want you to…. I’m so close! I want to come together!”

She was totally gorgeous with glinting golden straw in her hair mixing with the shining, dripping coppery red (Gryffindor colors James noted). She was ALL woman, all Gryffindor, and he wanted her to be all his forever. James groaned as her hips gyrated, urging him to thrust into her. He lost all control then and started pumping with abandon.

They were panting and grunting like animals, pushing each other closer and closer to nirvana, but it didn’t last long.

“James!” Lily cried out and he could feel the walls of her pussy clamp down around him, contracting rhythmically. Fairly certain she’d achieved climax, but unable to stop, he let himself go, exploding and shuddering through the most intense orgasm he’d ever had.

Descending from their high left James feeling elated but somewhat sheepish. “Wow. That was…. Incredible,” he collapsed, breathing heavily into her neck. “Did you…. Erm…. You know?”

Lily gave a shaky laugh, “Yes. And I assure you, it was the best I ever had.”

James choked a bit on his own saliva, and then realized she was teasing him. To cover his insecurity over his humiliatingly swift performance, he declared, “I vow to devote much study and practice to this new craft….”

“Assuming there is a next time?” Lily asked with an impish grin. At James’ embarrassed and horrified expression, she cooed, “Hush, darling.” She stroked his jaw and turned his head to look into her eyes so he can see she was just was as there as he was. “I… think….” She whispered, suddenly feeling shy and exposed, “I think I love you.”

“Well, I KNOW I love you!” James stated without any hesitation. “I meant what I said before, you know. I really can’t see me being with any one else, for as long as I live…. Not to scare you but I want to marry you and bring up kids with your brilliance, your beauty--everything you are! I want to spend every moment with you!”

“I’d like that too,” she murmured, running her fingers through his mussed up hair, not quite as frantic but no less interested.

“We’ll get a house with a white picket fence in a nice suburb….a Wizarding town, but not too far from your folks’ place.” He was rambling on, incoherent and obsessed. “We could get a dog! Or a Crup! Or a Kneazle, a cat, rat, whatever-- doesn’t matter! Just promise you’ll marry me!”

“Yes Sweetness…. I will. We’ll do all that and more, I swear. But as much as I like to get wet with you,” she said with wry wink, wringing out her hair, “I think now I’d like to get dry with you.”

****

They were married one year later, their first Halloween after graduation. They celebrated their love with family and friends despite being in the midst of battles and a war that was threatening to erupt around them. On their wedding night, they re-created that night (and created something far more precious). Nine months later, their beautiful son was born.

There was some bitter contention between the two families about what to christen the first grandson, both sides wanting an ancestral name to carry on their own legacy. Lily could barely tolerate the stress while being in the heavy, uncomfortable late stages of pregnancy in the sweltering heat of the season. Her new husband was irritated and disgusted that any one else would have a say in it, but in the end they realized a need for tradition and settled for Lily’s muggle father’s given name of Harold (although the newlyweds and their best friends nick-named him Harry to rebel against parental control). They used the infant’s father’s name for the middle. The old Potter pureblood line was well-represented by the surname provided through marriage.

All in all, the whole family was appeased with the decision and overjoyed by the successful birth that sultry, mid-summer night at the end of July. Their special boy was hence-forth (and later, unbeknownst to them, forever revered by millions) as Harry James Potter.

****

Their first anniversary was special. The construction on their specially designed cottage was complete at long last and they’d moved into their new house in Godric’s Hollow (and finally, finally away from the stifling atmosphere of Potter manor!). James had cooked Lily’s favorite dinner and passed out candy to the neighborhood children, keeping his pranks to a tolerable minimum. Lily entertained the baby and fondly watched the exuberant antics that James could never completely restrain on his favorite holiday.

After the last of the trick-or-treaters had left, three-month-old Harry was tucked into his crib after his last nursing of the night. The new parents had a glass of wine as they reminisced about all the times they’d spent together on this holiday. The laughter they shared spilled over into the love they made that night; their profound coupling reflected all the passion and care and skill they’d perfected over the last two years.

They had never been more content-- the perfect little home with a perfect little family. They all filled each other with such great happiness, knowing their life together couldn’t get any better than this.

Yes, it was true. It must have been Fate. Halloween always represented a major milestone in the lives of Lily and James Potter.
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