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Common Room Courtesy

A/N: welcome to chapter 8! I'm having so much fun writing this and I have some really good plans for the future! this chapter is one of my favorites so far! 

enjoy!

James POV

James walked into the common room, making a beeline for his usual spot, the big red fluffy chair by the fire. With his History of Magic book and a long piece of parchment in hand, he was ready to get this bloody essay over with. That was until he saw long, bare legs draped over the arm of his favourite chair and deep red hair dangling over the other arm. 

"well well well, what do we have here? Miss Evans I do believe you're in my spot." Lily looked up from her book, surprised at first, then seemingly indifferent.  

"You snooze you lose, Potter." Said Lily, turning a page in her book and crossing those hypnotizing legs of hers. 

"You better watch that attitude Evans." Warned James with a smirk, settling into the couch next to his stolen chair, and placing his materials on the coffee table. 

"Or what Potter? Are you gonna sit on me?" Joked Lily, still refusing to take her eyes off of her novel. 

"Something like that..." James responded, stopping himself from fantasizing about what he really wanted to do to her. 

"What are you doing here anyways? I thought I'd have the common room to myself." Asked Lily, curiosity in her voice. 

"History of Magic essay. You?" Said James, preoccupied with opening his book and finding the chapter he was supposed to be writing about. 

"I don't know. I guess I'm not up for Hogsmeade today." Said Lily. James could feel her emerald eyes on him. He could sense the way she watched his quill against parchment and his tongue licking his finger before turning the page. 

"Now hush, I'm reading in my favourite chair." Said Lily quickly burring her head in her book. 

Always cheeky

James thought, eyes flicking up to see her small, satisfied grin behind the barrier of her book. He chuckled, but remained quiet as he worked on his essay. 

Now the working part was difficult. Especially with Evans, right there, her shorts too short for this season, even though the common room was warm. It was just cruel to torture James like that. And her hair, too shiny, just begging for James to run his hands through it. 

Stop.

He knew he shouldn't be thinking about her like this.

they were friends now after all. Or at least it had seemed like it for a while. James still didn't know if she hated him or not. One minute she's friendly and the next she's cold as ice. Maybe she didn't even know if she hated him or not. 

Maybe she likes you

He couldn't help but think it. He, of course, would never express his wonder out loud. He knew better than to do that. That's something Fifth Year James would do, and Fifth Year James got nothing but rejection and heartache from Lily Evans. 

They continued to study in silence, Sixth Year James only glancing at Evans every so often rather than flat out staring at her. An impressive accomplishment, he thought, considering her proximity and the fact that he could swear he felt her sneaking a glance or two at him. 

But he could never quite tell when it came to Lily. 

Lily's POV 

"Can I ask you something?"