Jily oneshots

AU Quidditch

done by stefanie437 on fanfiction.net

James Potter sauntered into the locker room, feeling quite accomplished after an impressive practice. His teammates were in awe, as usual, and his coach was orchestrating yet another interview for yet another magazine that was likely to write yet another piece gushing about the handsome and talented James Potter.

Smiling a bit to himself, James tossed his goggles on the bench and quickly pulled off his shirt. He bent over to remove his trousers when he heard a throat clear behind him.

James turned to find the most stunningly beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her red hair flowed down her back in soft waves, freckles dotted her porcelain skin, and her jeans hugged her curves beautifully. James Potter isn't often impressed, but this angelic creature caught him off guard.

He cleared his throat as well, willing his voice to come out steadily.

"How did you get in here?"

'That's for me to know and you to find out," the woman smirked. She approached James, her heels clicking on the floor. The sound sent shivers up James' spine, but he managed to arrange his lips into an irresistible smile. His charm worked on every woman, and this one would be no different. She leaned across the bench, her face inches from his.

"Would you be interested in doing a private interview with me for a piece to be published in The Daily Prophet?"

He struggled to find his voice (Why did this keep happening?) as the red-haired angel continued to look him in the eye. He felt like her green eyes were seeing straight into his soul. Somehow, he knew he wouldn't be able to lie to this woman. Ever. Or keep his usual composure.

"I suppose that would be doable," he managed to say. "Next week, over dinner?"

The woman smiled.

"Excellent. I look forward to learning more about you, Mr. Potter."

The reporter smiled dazzlingly before turning on her heel and strutting towards the door.

"Wait!" James tore his eyes from her retreating backside and looked her in the eye as she turned back around. "You didn't mention your name."

"That's for me to know, and you to find out," she repeated.

James watched the door slam behind her before shaking his head and pulling himself back to reality. He ran from the locker room, still shirtless, and stopped one of the photographers who had been taking photos of the pitch.

"Do you know who that reporter is?" he asked, straining to catch another glimpse of her as she exited the pitch.

"Lily," he said. "Lily Evans."