1. Shirt Off - Blank ft. Young Ivy

Everybody like, "What's wrong with him? Why does this little dude got his shirt off again?"

He's shirtless. Again.

This wouldn't bother her so much if he was a smidge less attractive, a little less muscular, and a lot less sexy. But, things as they are, she was bothered immensely by his shirt deficiency. Really, was it so difficult to just grab a shirt on his way out of his room?

Honestly, she wasn't as irritated by his lack of a shirt as she let on. She rather enjoyed the view; quite enjoyed it, actually. Her major grievance was that she wasn't sure if she could control herself around the excruciatingly alluring sight of a shirtless James Potter. If she had to overreact to get her point across, so be it. Anything to keep her from jumping him as he entered the Head's common room.

"Where the hell is your shirt, Potter?" she erupted as he strode over to the desk in the corner of the room.

"In my room, Evans. What's the issue?"

"Can't you have just a little dignity and cover up? Or is asking you to be fully dressed when you come downstairs too unreasonable?"

"Well, I would go up and get my shirt to preserve my dignity... but it's so far..." She scoffed before he continued. "And I have a perfect remedy to our current situation of unequal dignity!"

Her hands fell to her hips while she shifted her weight to her left side. "Oh, yeah? What is this 'perfect remedy' of yours?"

A smirk played across his lips. "Take your shirt off. Then we're even."

"Seriously?" She rolled her eyes disapprovingly. Would it be such a big deal if I just complied and stripped down? she asked herself. She was wearing a sports bra underneath her baggy, old sweatshirt, so it really wouldn't be that big of a deal. It is kind of hot in here...

His eyes widened when she reached for the hem of her sweatshirt. Pulling it over her head, dislodging the quill that held her hair in a messy bun, and finally striking a pose, his eyes grew wider and wider until they couldn't widen anymore. She smirked, placing a delicate hand upon her now exposed hip, and raised an questioning eyebrow.

He opened and closed his mouth numerous times, beginning to resemble a fish. Finally, he spoke. "I didn't think you'd do it."

"Don't underestimate me, Potter."

He took a step closer, his voice husky as he commented, "You know, Evans, you don't look half bad with no shirt." His hands found her hips, making her brain go fuzzy. Her eyes raised to meet his, which had darkened immensely. Her gaze fluttered between his intense scrutiny and his lips, coming closer and closer, before her eyelids shut of their own accord. The lips which she had been observing only seconds earlier were introduced to hers, and her hands located his sculpted chest, running along the defined slopes of muscle.

Who needs shirts, anyway?

A/N: Day 1 of the iPod "30 Drabbles in 30 Days" challenge. I'm hoping that my schedule will agree with me and I'll be able to complete the challenge in a timely manner, but the world works in mysterious ways, so I can make no promises. Listen to the song (I love it, obviously!) and drop me a line letting me know what you think! It means the world :)

Much love, Sadie