A/N: written to accompany a photomanip (link found in author bio).


"No tie, Evans?" he asks cheekily, an eyebrow raised, as he blocks her way down the rest of the corridor.

"What, and you're wearing yours?" She can't help but flush, caught even the slightest bit out of uniform, but class hours are almost over and so she tries not to seem too guilty.

"At least I've got my Head badge." He smirks at this, flashing the badge attached to his shirt pocket, and his smirk only widens as Lily scrambles for hers before realizing it's pinned to her robes, which are inconveniently draped over an armchair in the Head Dorms. "Oh, don't worry, I won't rat you out to McGonagall or anything like that. But I think a Detention is in order."

"Are you- Potter, you've got to be kidding me." She can't help it, she's pouting, and she opens her mouth to protest again before she catches the glint in his eye.

"Let's say meet in the Great Hall, 7:00 on Friday?"

"But Friday night is the start of the Hogsmeade Weekend."

"Then I suppose you'll learn your lessen, won't you?" But he hasn't stopped smirking this whole time and it's only a moment before she's smiling, too.

"Well, all right, then. I suppose a girl's got to face the music."