AN: hehe. Yes, another random oneshot from me. Also part of the Stag and the Doe. Very short, but I rather like this one. Review for me, please :)
Distraction
Rating: T
Um, excuse me, Miss Evans, you're blocking my view, not that there's anything to see but Professor Binns sitting on his stool and droning on and on and on...
No, exams in a week, listening would probably be a good idea seeing as the shininess of red hair is obscuring my view of the notes of the owner of said hair. Copying them is usually my routine, but goddamn you Lily Evans... you're messing with my routine. Incase you didn't get the memo, you're supposed to be sitting beside me, not infront.
"Wolfric the Weird was the first of many to discover the mines which we now call Gringotts..."
Yeah, yeah. Wolfric the Weird, discover, Gringotts, strawberry shampoo...
Bloody hell, why couldn't you smell like the loo or something?
Every time you shake your head, cocked it to the side to get a better angle on your writing, or simply lean back to listen there is this beautiful smell shooting straight up my nostrils. I have sensitive nostrils you know, and when something so wonderful comes close they like to take it in.
But now, when I'm taking notes that my whole future could depend on, the notes that I need to pass my NEWTs, now is not a good time for a good smell.
When my dreams of become an Auror come to a screeching halt after this exam, Lily Evans I will be coming to find you, and I will pour all this goddamn shampoo down the drain.
"...there was a rebellion that lasted decades over what to do with all this new gold and who should mine it. Wolfric headed the battles before he was killed in 1021 and was replaced by..."
Excellent, yes, leave your hair on that side of your shoulder. Thats about seven inches less hair to create aroma. All that there is left to look at is your back now, and I thought you were so smart trying to distract me from my work... trying to punish me. Thats what you're trying to do, and it's not working, just so you know, because now there is nothing left to tear my focus away from Gindel the Great and his expedition to the mountains of Spain.
Nothing except, oh, help me god, the appearance of your black bra showing through your white shirt.
Why oh why do you have to be so cruel?
I think you want me to fail all my classes, that way you'll be able to move on without me and stupid, easily distracted James Potter will be left behind to redo seventh year.
Shut up, you, you're clouding my mind.
Maybe I should move. Not that I really want to but...
Damn, no more seats except for that one by Jennifer and she really does smell like a loo...
Must. Focus.
Put your hair back where I can't smell it.
Atleast look at anything but that hair...
Those ankles, bare ankles leading up to calves, leading up to thighs, leading upto that short, short skirt...
Maybe I should just take it off. Take off the skirt, take off the shirt, then there would be nothing left to distract me, right?
Nothing indeed, except for your now half naked body and that hair...
Lily Evans, take of your shirt, take of your skirt, and shave your head, or let me do it for you.
The bell sounded. There goes my History of Magic exam. I've managed to take one note, two words, neither of those two words pretaining to History of Magic whatsoever.
Lily Evans, decorated with little hearts.
I'm doomed.