***Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter... If I did, we would have books about the Marauders.***
A/N: This is one of my contributions for "Jilytober" and Jily Week on Tumblr. Jily is my OTP, and I really wanted to write about them some more, especially what with it being October and all, so please forgive me for not working on my other stories at the moment. School has been really busy, but I have some free time at the moment, so I'm working on these. They're really short (about three hundred words each, give or take). Anyways, these will take place during Hogwarts and after, and they are not in chronological order. They're in order of the songs on the album "1" by the Beatles (all songs will not get one shots, but most will). This story takes place early 6th year, and Lily still isn't over what James did to Snape, but she is starting to move on. James still has some more growing up to do, but he has matured a bit since the end of 5th year (Snape's Worst Memory) and has more or less stopped hexing people for fun. So, now that you have the context, enjoy! (And it would make me super happy if you would review!)
Love Me Do
"But Evans, I'm in love with you! Please won't you go out with me?" Potter asked, trailing me like a little puppy as I walked to Potions class.
"I'm hope you'll get over your little infatuation if I tell you no enough times Potter," I replied nonchalantly, getting more frustrated by the minute that the git wouldn't leave me alone. I was already having a bad day because I woke up late and missed breakfast, and now this.
Oh, Potter is all right I suppose, from a distance, when he isn't bothering other students, or me, or talking. Really the only thing he's useful for is Quidditch, and he is rather good at Transfiguration... And I suppose he can be funny sometimes, but that's beside the point. Everyone has at least one good trait, even Potter. Still, I would much rather deal with him at a distance, a great distance. In fact, it would be best if he would just leave me alone! Ever since the incident last year, he has been incessantly apologising and making excuses. His new hobby this week seems to be convincing me why I should go out with him.
"No, Evans, you don't understand, I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU," he shouted as I walked faster. I didn't want to be late after all. "And it would make my day, no wait, it would make my life if you would go out with me. And then of course fall in love with my charming self," he said running his hand through his hair and then tripping over his feet. "I couldn't stand not having my feelings reciprocated," he told me as he caught up to where I was.
Okay, this was getting out of hand. I spun around to defend myself from his very public declaration in the middle of the crowded corridor.
"Wow Potter, I wasn't aware you had such large words in your vocabulary," I quipped. "But my answer is still no. I will not go out with you now or ever, so you will just have to deal with your unrequited love. Now, leave me alone, I'm going to be late for Potions!" I said, before pivoting back around and walking towards the dungeons, muttering my indignation the whole way and leaving a dumbstruck Potter behind me.
