A/N: The prompt was 'Lily with teenage Harry.'
Them
"I'm a sixteen year-old man, mum. I'm pretty confident I can comb my own hair just fine," Harry smiles at Lily, equal parts exasperated and amused.
She attacks his unruly mop with a fresh comb and pretends she can't hear him.
"Ow, mu-um!" He protests as she yanks on a particularly stubborn black tuft that just won't listen.
"Sorry, love, but you have got to look dapper for your first date. We can't have Lily Evans' son running around, looking like a twit with too much hair, now, can we?"
"Nobody looks dapper, anymore, mum,"
Lily brushes the overgrown fringe away from his forehead and steps back with a satisfied smile on her face.
"Why, aren't you the –"
"-fittest bloke in town? Yeah, he bloody well better be! He's my –"
"Our son, after all." Lily cuts her husband off, trying to shoot him a stern glance but lips tugging up despite herself. James leans against the door, arms folded, grinning broadly at his little family.
"Thanks, mum. Thanks, dad. Now may I have your kind permission to get my arse out of here, please?"
"Language, Harry! And James."
"Sorry." they echo immediately, identical guilty smiles on their equally identical faces.
"Now, Harry, dear, remember, Ginny's a lovely young lady and I want you to treat her like one. Don't forget to open doors, pull chairs out, compliment her –"
"-kiss her goodnight –"
"James!" Lily scolds. James only grins wider, running a hand through his hair.
Harry chuckles. He loves it when his parents bicker; they are bloody hilarious.
"Sir, yes, sir. Bye, now; I'll be back before eleven, don't wait up!" He gives Lily a hurried kiss on her cheek, salutes James and starts making his way downstairs.
Just when he is about to leave, his dad appears.
"Do your old man proud, would you, son?" His eyes are hazel pools of pure pride and love and something else that Harry can't quite place.
"Of course, dad. I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."
James bursts into guffaws. "That's my boy, off you go, then."
And so, Harry Potter sets off on his first date, turning back at the little gate, just once, to wave at his smiling mum and dad.
A/N: I made myself cry, yay. Review if you sniffed a bit.
