Commander Moon-Fart
AN: So I got so many positive reviews on my last Lily/James one-shot, Birthday Suit, that I decided to do another.
"Liiiily. Liiiiily. Look what Jamesie has," Sirius Black was prodding my head, trying to find my face, which was conveniently stuffed in a pillow.
"Padfoot, what's up with Lily?" I heard Remus whispering to the idiot.
"I don't know, but she's been crying all day. Poor little ginger."
Normally, a comment like that would have received a well-deserved slap, but today, I just couldn't bring myself to move.
"Sirius. You just called her a 'poor little ginger'."
"That is correcto-mundo, Mr. Moonykins."
"And she didn't curse you."
"Negative, Commander Moon-fart."
"…Moon-fart?"
"Yeah…not my best. But it's not like you could come up with anything better, Wormtail!"
And with that, my self-declared comforter had totally abandoned me to go have a nickname contest with Peter Pettigrew.
"Lily…Lily, what's wrong?" I heard Remus's worried voice in my left ear.
Remus was sensible. He'd understand.
I peeked out from my curtain of hair.
"It's…it's that time of the month…" I looked for his reaction.
Oh. My. God.
"YOU'RE LAUGHING?" I screamed at him, finally rising from the sofa.
"I'm sorry Lily! It's just, oh Merlin, I thought something was seriously wrong with you!"
"And this is something to LAUGH at?" I was furious.
"Well – " but he was interrupted by a pillow. Courtesy of Lily Evans.
"Alright, Evans?"
"Potter," I groaned, sticking my head back in to a new pillow.
"Ohh, come on Evans. Lighten up! Wait till you see what I've got!" The last three words were said with pride, demanding attention.
"Go. Away."
"Lily. You have to see what I'm holding, it's perfect," James whined.
"No James," I growled.
"Liiiily."
"Not the time."
"You called me James."
I froze.
"Fine. If you won't look at what I brought you, then I'll tell you what it is. Peppermints, hot chocolate, and some weird lotion. But it smells good."
"Potter," I made it clear that we were on last-name terms. "Have you been talking to my mother?"
"Yes, actually," he smoothed his hair back irritatingly. "I recently owled her asking her why her daughter was so down in the dumps. She replied by saying that these items would make it all better. And she may have asked if I was your boyfriend."
"And you said?" I asked, but I already knew the answer.
"Oh come on, Lily. You know me well enough to know that I say yes whenever someone asks if I'm your boyfriend."
I shrugged, and reluctantly sat up, swiping the mug of hot chocolate he was holding.
"Cheers," I said feebly, before downing the whole thing.
"Peppermint?" James asked politely, already munching on one.
I took one and we sat on the couch in silence.
"Thank you."
"Anytime."
AN: Review for more?(: