POTTER, SHUT UP!
Just a little thing that hit me when I was trying to concentrate in French. Two short drabbles about James asking out Lily, and of course, her refusing him. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Harry Potter, I only own this Fanfiction.
"OH LILY-FLOWER! I SO LOVE YOU, AND I BEG YOU TO PLEASE, PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME!" "NO!" Lily Evans, sixth year Prefect snarled. "WHY NOT!" That vermin Potter's voice rang out in the Great Hall. Everybody was looking at her, making her blush. Potter was smirking at her, and his mates were laughing. Lily saw red. Throwing a bowl of mashed potatoes at him, Lily resisted the urge to laugh like a maniac, but her friends Dorcas Meadowes, Marlene Mckinnon, Mary Macdonald, Alice Fortescue, and Emmeline Vance could tell you that she certainly could be one, at times. Potter spluttered out "Is that a yes, Lily Flower?" "It is most certainly not a yes Potter, which means it is a NO!" Potter sat down like a sulky baby, which he was. His mates were laughing at his failure. Some best mates they are, Lily thought. "And Potter, shut up." She added as an afterthought.
"Lily Flower, if I could rearrange the alphabet, I would put-" Potter was cut off by Lily whirling on him. "Say U and I, and I will hex your balls off." Potter whimpered, but thought for a moment and opened his mouth. "I would put L, E, and P together, not U and I, don't castrate me!" Lily was dumbfounded, like everyone else in the corridor. "Why L, E, and P?" She demanded. Potter cockily grinned. "Why dear Lily Flower, those are the initials of you. L for Lily, E for Evans, and P for Potter. Lily Evans Potter!" Lily gaped, but retorted. "I would put P, S, T, H, and U together. It spells out Potter, Shut The Hell Up."
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