Jily One Shots 2

Dalliance

disclaimer: written by toonsta

He runs his fingers though his hair in frustration as he sits in the library trying to finish a potions essay while she flirts with Roger Ford on the other side of the room. Her eyes are bright and her cheeks are flushed and her mouth curls slightly at the corners though she's pretending to pout. She's a horrible actor and a terrible flirt but he wishes she would look at him like that.

And apparently Roger Ford doesn't mind her clumsy flirting either.

Miserable louse!

Lily had called him that this morning in transfiguration. They'd been sitting next to each other. (You had to love McGonagall's new assigned seating arrangement... although Lily hadn't been all too fond of it.) He'd been lazily transfiguring his rat into a multitude of household objects while she glowered at her furry grey teacup. And then she had (of course) told him off.

"Stop showing off you miserable louse!" She had huffed.

Hmph! Him a miserable louse? Why was he lumped into the miserable louse category while Roger Ford, who was incapable of transfiguring his toenail, was deemed worthy of flirtation?

James scowled at his messy bit of parchment, which so far only had half a sentence written at the top of it. (Though it was also covered in numerous large ink stains and had a rather suspicious looking snitch in its upper right corner).

Lily laughed far too loudly from her side of the room. The librarian didn't even bat an eyelash. She was such a teachers pet! He stabbed his quill into his book irritably.

"Mr. Potter!" Came the shrill voice of Madame Pince from behind him. He jumped. "Did you not see the notice at the front of that book?!" She demanded.

He looked down. Apparently he had stabbed a library book. Um... ooops?

The young librarian began on one of her infamous tirades, gaining momentum by the second. He should have listened to Sirius, who insisted that the library was only to be used in the gathering of information for mischief making... clearly trying to do real work here was a complete bust.

He flicked his wand to restore the book to its previous condition and then cut Madame Pince off with an apology before she could really get going. She scowled at him and shooed him out of the library.

He rolled his eyes. Now that was punishment! His heart would surely break at the mere thought of being barred from the library!

He gathered his things hastily; thankful for an excuse to put off his work and get away from the giggling that was now coming from the other end of the room. He shot Roger Ford a parting glare as he dragged his bag onto his shoulder and then escaped the confines of the library.

He decided not to go back to Gryffindor tower. Sirius and Remus were in the middle of another one of their rows and they would either be completely ignoring each or bellowing at each other... and he didn't much feel like putting up with either. He took a detour into an empty classroom and pulled out the books he had shoved haphazardly into his bag (as well as a new piece of parchment since the old one was suffering from multiple stab wounds).

He was on his third paragraph when he heard her footsteps coming down the corridor. He found the fact that he knew they were hers rather disturbing. His quill paused mid-sentence and his eyes lost focus as he unconsciously listened intently to her shoes hitting the stone. They paused in the doorway.

"Potter?" She asked. He looked up.

"Evans." He replied by way of greeting, inclining his head slightly forward.

"Are you working on that potions essay?" She asked, leaning on the door frame.

"Yeah." He replied with a grimace, looking down at the pitiful two and a half paragraphs he had written in the previous forty five minutes.