Jily One Shots 2

motivation

disclaimer: written by johnnydicaprior

Rated T for language and sexual themes. This has gone through some major editing lately.

"Lily. You're overreacting."

"Shut up, Remus."

"I think the hallway looks great. Honest!"

"Shut up, Peter."

"Evans, we do this everyday. Stop talking about it and please just do it, it's really not that difficult."

"Shut up, Black!"

A pause.

"Christ, no need to get feisty."

"I'll get feisty if I want to! It's McGonagall!" She shouts at no one in particular, nervously twirling a strand of red hair around her index finger, biting through her lip. "She's going to know, she's going to know, she's going to know..."

"She won't know if you lie," Sirius drawls, his tone slow and sing-song, as if the solution should be perfectly obvious.

"Lily," Remus cuts in matter-of-factly, looking up from his book and extending his legs over to the coffee table, blocking her pacing path. "Seriously, I need you to relax. You can do this."

"What do you know?!" she snaps, carelessly shoving his legs over and continuing her pacing. Next to Remus, Peter draws his legs tightly into his chest to escape Lily's wrath. "She'll see right through me, I know it!"

Unfazed, Sirius leans back casually on the sofa and lets his head hang back over the side, his tone unchanged and relaxed as ever. "Stop making it such a big deal, love," he says, sighing deeply. "We do it all the time." Without lifting his head back up, he throws his hand lazily towards Remus (who responds with a grimace), Peter, and himself, then jerks a finger up to the dormitories to indicate James. He then proceeds to attempt to also extend his legs over onto the coffee table, but his legs promptly fall dead to the floor upon meeting Lily's eyes.

"That's the point! I'm as bad as you!" She shrieks hysterically, her eyes widening in genuine fear. Pausing for a second, she suddenly gasps, as if she's realized an awful truth. "Oh, God - I've become a Marauder!" She draws in a breath and frowns then, "And don't call me 'love!'"

"Bollocks," Sirius responds flatly, "You need a hell of a lot of misdemeanors than turning a corridor into a pond to become a Marauder, Lily. Please," he says, with an air of finality. "Don't flatter yourself. You aren't half as bad as us. You aren't even comparable. Not even remotely in the same league or ballpark. "

"Enough with the synonyms," she spits irately, "Point taken, you're detention king." She continues her panicked pacing around the room, occasionally stopping to complain and freak out over details, or how McGonagall will be able to trick her into telling things.

After a few minutes, Remus checks his watch. "You do realize," he says calmly, his tone cautiously even, "That she called you to her office three-quarters of an hour ago, and you've been here, complaining about it for the last..." he glances at this watch again, "Twenty minutes. You aren't making a great case for yourself right now."

"Oh, look, there she goes."

"Don't let the portrait door hit your gorgeous arse on your way ou – ouch!"

"Don't poke the bear, Sirius."

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"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" She sprints down the corridor, past portraits protesting her lack of manners. Stumbling, she glares down at her shoe, noticing that her shoelaces have picked this particular moment to untangle from their ever-persistent knot. "Fucking shoelaces," she mutters under her breath, her hair dropping down in front of her in a vivid red curtain as she bends down.