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Wise Men Say, Only Fools Rush In || Lily 

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Frowning at her wince, James takes Lily’s injured hand back up in his, pressing the still frozen ice to the bruised and swollen flesh. Kissing her gently, he pulls away, studying her face carefully. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t worried, and the atmosphere of the entire school was doing nothing to quench his concerns; seeing the way she broke a little every time someone called her…that. “I’ll stop touching it now,” he murmurs, letting her hand go, “And don’t say that. You had every right to hit him. He insulted you to your face and you don’t have to sit back and listen to that.” he says firmly. He knew that Snape calling her that had given the word a whole new meaning behind it and James couldn’t just shake off his own role in that situation. Sensing her distracted mood, he lies back further into her bed, happy to just be next to her, one hand lifting to twirl strands of her bright hair. “Just let the swelling go down, then we’ll check it out again, okay?”

Nodding slowly, James can’t help but agree; the stress of school had been getting to him as well, and with the final games of Quidditch slowly rolling around, he knew he would have to kick himself into gear and take over training once more. “I’m here if you need me, love, no matter what.” he offers, knowing that she’ll come talk to him when she was ready, but silently hoping that she does it before she breaks down. He knows her sister’s upcoming wedding was weighing heavily on her shoulders, but there remained a small part of him that would either change her mind about not going, or that would cheer up greatly once the ordeal was over. “Alright. I can help with your Transfiguration later, what else is there?” he asks, determined to help as best he can. “Once it’s done, you and I’re going to have a nap, okay? Then we’ll do something fun for once. You look exhausted, love.”

The ice made her hand feel better, but only slightly. Lily just hoped that MacNair’s face hurt as bad as her hand did. There was no sense in pouting about it, though. She didn’t usually get this miffed over the word, being called it too often, but there was something about the way it had been muttered. Also the date. With her sister’s upcoming wedding, she was on edge. James’ situation, she was walking on thin ice. Afraid that she’d say something and he’d break down on her. Teachers were assigning more and more work. “But I get called it every day, James. I don’t punch someone every time the word is uttered.” She sighed, remembering the situation with her ex-best friend all too well. Lip trembling for a second, she caught herself, and bit down on it to stop. Nodding at James’ words, she snuggled close to his side, being careful of the hurt hand. The last thing that she wanted to do was make it worse. 

She was just stressed out. It was the reason for her sleeping through History of Magic, and now punching a Slytherin in the mouth. “I know, James, but you’re stressed out too. It’s nothing important, really. Just a bunch of stuff building up. It’ll be better once the wedding’s over with.” Chewing on her lower lip, Lily rest her head against James’ chest, listening to his heartbeat which calmed her oddly. “It’s just the wedding, and homework. And the one incident. The one from…fifth year…” Lily mumbled her words, not liking to bring it up, having never really talked to James about it. Still, she nodded at the words after that. A nap’d be nice. 

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