Summary:Lily has been obsessing over Jane Potter’s lips for hours.
A/N: beta’d by the lovely @midnightelite! for @thejilyship’s fem!jily feb and inspired by boyfriend by dove cameron which has been on repeat in my head for the past week.
Lily has been obsessing over Jane Potter’s lips for hours.
As she sits in Potions, almost letting her cauldron bubble over, she doesn’t understand why she’s so fixated on the fact that Joseph Selwyn knows what Potter’s lips taste like, but she is. Fixated, that is. More than fixated, actually. Damn near obsessed, because apparently, they’re soft and sweet and pliant. Not at all like how she’d imagine Jane Potter would kiss.
At breakfast that morning, she’d overheard Selwyn’s mates teasing him for details on kissing Jane Potter. He’d admitted shyly that Jane tasted like the toffee sweets she was always sucking on between classes. That Jane had been shy, had blushed when they pulled apart.
Lily had spent the rest of the hour before classes stabbing her scrambled eggs on toast, seething over the way Selwyn described Potter. Like he didn’t know her at all. When Potter had asked her to pass the butter only minutes later, Lily adamantly refused to look at her classmate’s lips for fear of seeing them pink and swollen and kissed by a boy who doesn’t seem to know that Jane Potterisn’tsweet.
Jane is brash and cocky and if Lily ever kissed her, she’d expect Jane to rush her with the same intensity she flies with. Utterly confident, angling Lily where she wants her, pressing her up against the castle walls with that lopsided smirk that makes something warm wriggle in Lily’s abdomen. She imagines Jane’s hands on her hips, cradling her face. The insistent press of warm, ravenous lips on hers, Jane’s angular cheekbones against her fuller ones as she nips down the column of Lily’s neck.
If Lily were to kiss Jane, she wouldn’t want Jane to be soft like she’d been with Selwyn. She’d want Jane to be Jane. Impulsive, arrogant and wild, with a passionate streak that Lily had always hated until she suddenly… didn’t.
Now, sitting at her cauldron in Potions, she can’t even concentrate on the lesson going on around her because Jane is laughing with her mates like she hadn’t had a terrible time with Selwyn last night. Like she might have enjoyed Selwyn’s sweet, shy kisses.
“Are you hurt?” The girl asked, most likely looking for some reason that Jamie should be acting like she was.
“No.” Jamie shook her head. “No, I’m fine. You’re fine. I’m just- I’m gonna,” She nodded toward the store and then turned around and pushed her cart forward.
She had never been one to forget how to speak in front of anyone, but damn, she had come here looking for sunshine and warmth and spring, that that girl was a ball of sunshine and springtime. And Jamie had just mumbled under her breath and stumbled away like she was a prepubescent boy who had never seen a girl before.
She looked back over her shoulder, absolutely mortified to find the other girl was looking at her.
She felt her entire face warm and then she looked back in front of her and tried to focus on the flowers.
She took a large drink of her coffee and then shook her head.
