Title: James Potter

Disclaimer: I own nothing! JK Rowling owns everything pertaining to Harry Potter and world.

Summary: Came to me as I was reading fiction. My muse isn't someone to temper with and so I just decided to humor her. What if when James' is so frustrated with Lily she shows him another side of her? A side he didn't realize she had.

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"You know nothing about me, Evans." James Potter growled lowly. They'd been arguing again, except this time all she did was look up at him with her large emerald green eyes appearing to be in complete control over the situation.

A single eye brow rose. "I know nothing?" She queried. "About you, the boy I've known for six years. Shared classes with, worked within the same walls and slept in the same tower with?"

"Exactly!" He yelled frustratingly. "You sit there smug and haughty but you don't know me at all."

"Isn't it true that you're favorite color isn't red, but dark green?"

"Yes, but-"

"And that you're a Chaser not by choice but that was the position they gave you when you tried out in second year. You'd prefer to play Keeper and continuously practice your Keeper stills at this point in time even though everyone associates you with the position of Chaser."

"Well yes, but –"

"How about when you ruffle your hair it's because you're nervous about something?" She paused. "And when you're angry your left hand twitches towards your wand as if you're expecting the person you're arguing with is going to hex you silly."

"Yes –"

"When you're sad – although not very often – your eyes get more greener than hazel and when you're truly hurt by something you're shoulders drop and you're expression becomes crestfallen."

"I guess-"

"When you smile, truly smile, you have these dimples that appear around your mouth and you're eyes glow with a certain air within them."

"I-"

"When you first started asking me out in first year it was because Sirius dared you to do it." She stated. "But then around fourth year your inquiries, while getting crazier and crazier, with my blatant dislike came about you became truly disconsolate."

"You-"

"You're patronus is a lion even though they're not your favorite animal – outside of house pride of course."

"How did –"

"You're an unregistered Animagus, a stag if I'm correct."

"Wh-How?"

"You're an arrogant and haughty toe-rag, but when you're friends need you – you're there."

"Well, yea –"

"If you look closely you're eyes are a bit more brown than green and have a tint of yellow in the inner ring."

"You –"

"You excel in Transfiguration, but when it comes to the subtle arts of Potions you're pants at it." She paused but continued before he could get a word in edgewise. "You like Charms far more than you let on and Herbology is just something you're good at and have no real desire to continue in."

"Yea, but-"

"You sing obnoxiously loud and off key when you're in the shower, but when you think you're alone you sing perfectly in key."

"No, I –"

"When you're concentrating on something you're brow crinkles and you subconsciously wave your hand in the movement of the spells?" She again paused but spoke before he could open his mouth. He seemed to be getting used to not being able to finish any of his exclamations. "You hate sitting still, but it's in those rare moments you just let yourself relax that you're best thoughts come out."

James stared at her for a long while wondering if she was going to continue or not. "You love me, don't you?" He questioned and laughed as she threw a scarlet pillow at him, which he easily caught.

"You wish, you arrogant toe-rag."

The End!