Jily one shots

The broom closet

prove them wrong.

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POTTER!"

Six years of being addressed thus left no doubt in James' mind as to who, exactly, was calling his surname in such an angered tone, and he turned almost lazily to look at the witch who was hurrying down the corridor towards him. She came at him in a blur of red, wavy hair, her cheeks flushed and her bright green eyes almost glowing with anger. She wasn't wearing her robe, but her uniform was otherwise impeccable, though her skirt fluttered around her thighs at a length a few inches shy of what he knew was allowed at Hogwarts, and he couldn't help but let his gaze linger on her milky thighs as she approached him.

"Yes, Evans? How may I help you on this fine afternoon?"

"I cannot believe what you did!" she exclaimed.

"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about," he almost grinned, but it only infuriated her further. Lily's eyes narrowed and the next thing James knew, she'd grabbed him by the ear and was shoving him into the nearest broom closet.

"Oi-Evans, quit it-what are you playing at-ow!-Evans, would you be so kind as to release me and explain why you're manhandling me?"

She let go of his ear, which was now bright red, opening the single window in the back wall of the broom closet to let in some air before rounding on him. "Don't try to play the idiot card, Potter, it doesn't suit you. I saw that hex you just shot at Bertram Aubrey."

He rubbed the offended ear. "Is that what's got your knickers in a twist?"

"Why would you even do something like that?"

"He was aggravating me," James said simply.

Lily stared disbelievingly at him. "He was talking to me, asking for my Charms notes; he wasn't doing a single damned thing to you! And now his head is swollen to twice its size, he can't even walk-two Hufflepuffs had to carry him off to the Hospital Wing!"

"I don't see how this concerns you," James shot back.

"You're Head Boy and I'm Head Girl and that gives me every right to get involved! Agrippa's sake, you can't just put people who aggravate you in the Hospital Wing every time you feel like it!"

"Why don't you just dock points like a good Head Girl and stay the hell out of other people's business?" he was shouting now, all notion of calm forgotten.

"Why don't you just grow up and accept that you can't sodding hex people just because you want to?" she shrieked. "What is your problem?"

"You, alright?" he burst out. "You're my problem!"

Lily's eyebrows rose in disbelief. "Me?"

"Yes, you!" James ran a hand through his hair. "You stand there in all your ginger glory, lecturing me with your holier-than-thou attitude and supposed higher moral ground when I know for a fact you spilled a cauldron of Swelling Solution on Holly Edgecombe in Potions last week for no apparent reason other than the fact that seconds prior, she'd been talking to me!"

Lily blushed right up to the roots of her flaming hair, but nonetheless stared him down. "She was fine, Professor Slughorn sorted her out in seconds-"

"Not before her hands were big enough to throttle the average hippogriff-"

"And it was an accident, in any case-"

"Oh, a likely story!"

"Why would I purposely spill Swelling Solution on Holly Edgecombe?"