Broom Closet Bon-Bons?

Chapter One: Chocolate Chums?

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As much as Lily loved her dear Headmaster, she was gonna kill him.

OK, so maybe not kill him, but maybe cause a little bodily harm. Actually, no, more like once she got out of here, she would draw a little picture of Dumbledore and do bodily harm to it.

You see, the reason she wanted to harm the Headmaster was because he made her Head Girl with…him.

James Potter. The bane of her existence. The way he rumpled his hair, the way he grinned, EVERYTHING! And if it hadn't been who wanted to suggest that they do Patrols together, she would NOT be sitting on his lap, on the floor, in a dark and dusty broom closet, and 12:30 at night. That's right people, Lily Evans was sitting on James Potters lap. It was a very long story.

"Thank God we only have another corridor to check." Said Lily, "These late night patrolling are getting to me." She tried stifling a yawn.

"Tired much?" James said, throwing a grin over to her. She glared and him and tried to stifle yet another yawn and he grinned again.

"Wow, never thought I'd see that gesture from a Miss. Lily Evans!" He looked thoroughly surprised. She smiled and placed her cold hands in her pockets of her robes.

A silence fell around them as they traveled up the corridor. As they walked on, Lily saw that Hogwarts most used broom closet was coming up ahead, and she started blushing. But why was she blushing? It was James, for Merlin's sake! And even worse, he was the number one person to be caught in that broom closet.

She groaned inwardly when she saw him heading towards it, to make sure that no couples where hiding.

James opened the broom closet door.

"You'd think with this being the smallest you could see the back of it, but nooooo…." James said rolling his eyes. "Come on, I hear a rustling in the back." He said, walking into the closet. Lily rolled her eyes and checked her watch. It read 11:28 pm. 'Greeeeaaaaat…' she thought, but followed him anyway.

As soon as she stepped into the broom closet, the door slammed shut behind her and she heard the click of the lock.

"What the hell was that?" James said. He ran over to the door (which was hard because They were pressed up against each other, that's how small the closet was). "Bloody Hell! I forgot, it must be eleven thirty…" he said angrily.

"What do you mean?" came Lily's muffled voice. She was pressed up against James' shoulder.

"I mean, there's a Jinx on all the broom closets for them to lock themselves at 11:30!" he said.

"Well, you oughta know…" she mumbled and he shot her a glare.

"So, we're going to be locked here for the rest of the night?" she said.

"It seems so…" he slammed his forehead against the door and turned to face her.

He blushed when he noticed that their bodies were just millimeters apart. "Um…" he began, but he didn't know what to say.

"How are we supposed to stand here all night if we're this close to each other?"

"Um…well, I have an idea…"

And that idea was the reason why James had a cheek with a red handprint on it and Lily was sitting on his lap.

As much as Lily hated to admit it, sitting on James' lap wasn't so bad, especially how she wasn't cold anymore, but the idea of it all made her blush as bright as her hair. The only problem was that Lily had so far refused to lean back against him, and her back was aching in protest.

In the whole hour that they had been there, James hadn't said one word. He hummed a few times, twiddled this thumbs, but hadn't said anything. But now every time Lily would move, he'd wince.

"Um…Lily? Could you kind of do me a favor?" James said.

At first, Lily was going to say "No." but, after all, he was letting her sit on him so they wouldn't be uncomfortable.

"Sure, Potter."

"Could you lean back, cause you're kind of hurting a special place I'm gonna need in the future." He said, wincing.

"Oh, sure, sorry." She mumbled.

With caution, she leaned back against his shoulder so their faces were side-by-side. Her heart was racing as she felt his warm breath against her cheek.

With her leaning against his chest, she could feel his heart beating with her own, his chest moving in a steady rhythm.

"I think this is going to be a long night." James said.

"Oh yeah…"

James lent his back against the cold stonewalls of the tiny closet and closed his eyes. Lily looked this turn to look around at him. She couldn't deny that he was a fine piece of eye candy.

His black hair (which he grew out a bit this year) flopped into his eyes, but in an oh-so-handsome way, and his nose and lips were just the right shape ('I can see why all the girls who've kissed him are on Cloud nine for weeks.' She thought.)Soon she got lost looking at him, and fighting off a mad desire to run her fingers through his hair (which she was sure would feel like silk), she didn't snap out of her ravine until James' eyes snapped open and smirking, he said, "See something you like?"

Lily blushed a deep red, but trying to cover herself up said…

"Maybe I do." This time James blushed and his eyes got wide. Smiling, she leaned back again. A few more minutes silence and finally James said something productive.

"Want to play Twenty Questions?"

Lily smiled and nodded. She loved twenty questions. James smiled and placed his chin on her shoulder. She tensed and blushed but didn't shrug him off.

"Fine, me first." He said, "Favorite color?"

"Royal Purple." Said Lily. "Yours?"

"Red, Gold and Green." He said. "Your turn."

"Favorite food?" she asked.

"Umm…these brownies my mum makes." James said. "They're really good, next time she sends me some I'll tell her to make extra for you if you want."

"Yeah, that sounds awesome, tell her thank you for me. Um, my favorite food would have to be either Chocolate chip cookies or chocolate pudding. My turn, so, favorite childhood memory?"

"Mmm…we're both chocolate lovers." He said smiling, "When I met Sirius for the first time. We were eight and I convinced my mom to let me play in the Muggle Park. Sirius was there because he threatened his mother that if she didn't let him come there and play with me he'd ask the Sorting Hat to put him in Hufflepuff." He said laughing.

Lily laughed too, "My favorite memory is also the worst one…" Lily said, sobering up, "So you don't want to hear it." She said looking down at her hands.

"Yes I do," James said, "I wanna hear everything, Lily." Lily sighed and looked at him.

"You really want to hear?" she said. James reached out and took her hand in his, giving it a squeeze.

"More than anything." Lily sighed again and looked down at their hands.

"The day I got my Hogwarts letter, everything seemed to fit. I thought I finally gained the world I needed to be in. I always felt out of place growing up, like I didn't fit in quite right. So when I got my letter, it seemed like everything was going to go up hill. Like I said, I gained a world I belonged to…But, with that world, I lost my best friend. My sister, Petunia, she never loved me like she used to. I was overjoyed for a whole minute before she screamed at me, calling me a freak and running out of the room."

"Oh God, Lily…I'm sorry, she shouldn't have done that…" James said.

"It's not even the worst part…" Lily said, and James wrapped his arms around her waist, urging her to go on. "Later that night I nearly tried killing myself."

James couldn't believe that she had ever wanted to kill herself. Not this lively, bubbly Lily. Not his lively, bubbly Lily.

"No child should ever want to kill themselves." He said.

She smiled and felt glad that he cared for her that much.

"Well, as you can tell, it didn't work. I tried jumping out of my second story window but all I ended up with was me landing in the edges and breaking my wrist." She finished laughing.

James smiled, inwardly thanking God that she didn't end up really hurting herself.

"Your turn…" She said.

"Um…first love?" he asked bravely.

"What do you mean?" Lily saved nervously.

"I mean…the first crush, boyfriend or person who fell in love with." He said.

"Um…I've never been in love before, and I've never had a boyfriend (James felt overly glad about this), but I did have a crush on this little boy from my old primary school…" she said.

"Oh…" he said, smiling, but burying his face in her shoulder so she couldn't see.

"So, what about you Mr. Potter? Who was your first love?" she said playfully.

James started tracing patterns on the hard stone floor.

"You."

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Hello everybody! Well, I fought the urge to make this a ridiculously long one-shot so instead it's gonna be a three shot or a five shot. But anyway, MUHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA! A cliffie! Woot woot.. Well, I want to thank My Chemical Romance (yes, I am that pathetic) because I practically listened to their entire album while writing this…Lol. So, love loves!

Oh yeah, and to all those who liked my story "Stuck on the Staircase" I just wanted y'all to know that this story is like the sister to it. Well, James' mums' chocolate brownies to all who review!

Sinner.