This was intended as a one shot, based on my current plubing problems at home, but I think this will make a cute multichapter fic. I appologize for the shortness, I really need to pee and my mom is kicking me off. Sorry. I hope to update soon.
She couldn't believe it. She couldn't fucking believe it. Not only was their new house right next door to the Potters, but their plumbing sucked! The Evans' had hardly been in their new home a week, and already everything in their house was backed up. One of their bathtubs had two feet of shit in it. The other bathroom had a leak at the very bottom. The third? Overflowed and backed up. The other two? You don't wanna know. Now, Lily Evans could live with this. She didn't need to use the toilet, and she had a terrible sense of smell. Petunia, on the other hand, had a perfect sense of smell and had drunk more water than one would need for two days- and it wasn't even noon yet. So, you might ask, what is Lily's problem?
As it turns out, the day your plumbing starts acting up is not the right time to decide to spray dye your hair. Nor is it the time to go for a walk in the rain. She had done both, and was now sopping wet and her hair was a muss. Thus, Lily Evans did the only sensible thing- something she hope she would never have to do again. Ever.
She gathered up a change of clothes, as well as her shower items and walked out the door. She stomped right up to the Potters' door- as the Winterchicks were in Arizona this time of year- and knocked. She wished she had a camera when she saw the look on James Potter's face when she asked him a question that neither thought would ever be said by her:
"James Potter, may I use your shower?"
He had laughed at her, causing her hair to turn a color to rival her former hair color, until he realised that she was serious. He had, of course, said yes, and lead her up the stairs to one of the guest bathrooms. He told her that she was free to use any and all products in it- except for the lavender bath wash, which was to be saved as his grandmother was coming in a week.
"Thanks, Potter," she said quietly as the door shut. She walked into the bathroom and stripped of her clothes. She turned on the water, stepped in, and forgot that she was in Potter's house. Using Potter's shower.
Meanwhile, in the next room over, James Potter lay on his bed, fidgetting nervously. He had the girl of his dreams taking a shower in the next room, in his house. He could just walk right in and kiss her. Or he could spy on her. There weren't any charms to keep him out, unlike at school. He meandered about his room for a while, picking things up, setting them down. He did this for about an hour, actually managing to clean his room.
He was down stairs getting a snack when he noticed the rain. It was pouring outside. He remembered that she had been drenched when she arrived.
"Maybe I'll just go and get her clothes. She won't hear me, and they'll be clean for when she comes out," he convinced himself. He found himself in the guest room a minute later, ignoring his muffin.
When Lily stepped out of the shower, hair dye rinsed out, skin clean, she was shocked to say the least. There was James Potter, bent over and picking up her clothes. She was suddenly glad that she had dried off in the shower, seeing the angle was was looking at her from.
"James Potter, what in the bloody hell do you think you are doing!?"