Here we go, noonesheretogiveitup. I’m sorry it’s so late (and short), but I hope you like it!
The doorbell rang.
Lily Evans sat up in bed, bleary eyed. Rubbing her face, she padded over to her bedroom window, where she pulled the curtain aside. Who the hell is at the door at seven on a Sunday morning? She peered down at her front lawn, where a tall, scruffy-haired, bespectacled figure paced.
When he had come to her at the end of term, telling her that his Muggle Studies grades had plummeted and he needed the help of a certain beautiful, smart, all-round fantastic witch, Lily had not-so-grudgingly agreed. He’d told her he only needed to see how some muggle kitchen appliances worked, so he could draw diagrams and hand in an essay. He hadn’t told her he’d be here for breakfast.
Suddenly feeling much more awake, she grabbed a hair tie from her bedside table before stumbling down the stairs. Pulling her hair into a lop-sided bun, she opened the door to bright morning sunlight.
James Potter jumped a little as the door in front of him opened suddenly. He looked up with a smile to find his girlfriend… in his Quidditch jersey. It hung off her petite frame, coming only halfway down her slim thighs and exposing a freckled shoulder.
“So that’s where it went,” he commented, feigning nonchalance.
“What?” Lily frowned, before looking down. “Oh. This. I, yeah, borrowed it.” She blushed.
James nodded, locking his eyes on her face as he tried very hard not to look down again.
“Right. Er… come in.”
James followed Lily into the empty kitchen as she explained how Petunia was at university, and he parents were out visiting a sick great-aunt who won’t be able to make it to the annual Evans family Christmas gathering. She threw him a wink as she washed her hands.
“So, breakfast?” Lily asked, pulling some overhead cabinets open to take out some peanut butter and a bag of bread. She tossed the latter at James, who caught it with one hand.
“Yeah, sorry I turned up so early. Did I wake you up?”
“Yes,” she replied, but she was smiling.
Opening the fridge, she grabbed two eggs and a package of bacon. She got to work, teaching James how the gas stove works. She pulled a frying pan out from under the sink, cracked the two eggs into it, and set it over the flames.
“I’ve heard about these!” James exclaimed suddenly, examining the electric toaster with wide eyes.
“So you know how to use it?” Lily asked, laying the bacon strips on another pan.
“Sure. You just… uh…”
“Pop the bread in the slot at the top, and push the side lever down.”
“Yeah, I know.” James nodded.
Lily smirked, rolling her eyes. She turned back to the eggs, which had burned slightly, sticking to the bottom of the pan. Damn, she muttered, using the spatula to delicately scrape around it.
After a few minutes, Lily heard a gasp behind her.
“Lily! Lily! The bread is actually turning brown! How do muggles think up this stuff without magic?”
Sensing trouble, Lily whirled around. James was peering into the appliance with one eye, when-
James gave a terrified yelp as he jumped, banging his forehead on the open cabinet door. To Lily’s (slightly amused) horror, he fell to the ground, where he lay still.
James came to with a vicious pounding in his head, a large bad of something cold obscuring one half of his face, and two round green eyes peering down at him.
“Oh, thank Merlin.” Lily breathed, sitting back. James reached up to his face, and frowned at the unfamiliar object he removed from it.
“Frozen peas,” Lily explained. “A Muggle thing.”
He sat up, feeling his forehead. A huge lump had materialized, and James found that it was still tender to the touch.
“That’s one hell of a bruise to explain to your mates,” Lily commented.
“If anyone asks, I fought a troll.”
Lily grinned, leaning over to press her lips to his.