"Are you flirting with me?"
I stalked down the hall, lugging my book-heavy bag and hurrying to the library. I got a pretty big head start from the Great Hall, so I should be able to make it there before he-
"Evans!"
Bollucks.
I whirled around to find James Potter standing facing me, a bit down the hall. He ran forward to greet me.
"Lily, may I just say you are looking brilliant today," he said, his signature grin spreading cheekily across his face. I rolled my eyes and turned around, once again heading towards the library.
"Ah, feeling a little snippy today are we?" he continued, jogging a bit to catch up with me. He fell in step beside me and raked my hair over to the right so as to make a curtain and block him. I heard him chuckle as he stepped behind me and crossed over to my left. I sighed as we reached the library and headed in, still ignoring him. I made my way to my usual table in the corner and plunked my bookbag down on the table. As I sat down and pulled out my Transfiguration homework, I saw him fall into the chair across from me.
"What are you working on then?" he asked.
"Transfiguration, if you must know," I replied curtly and without looking up.
"You know, I could teach you a little about Transfiguration back in my dorm if-" I watched as his tongue swelled up as a result of the silent hex I had sent with a flick of my wrist.
"If you say one more disgusting thing, I will freeze your family jewels, break them off and mail them to you along with a bloody howler that says "I am a pig-headed imbicile." Do you understand?" I asked him. He just smiled as best he could with his oversized tongue and folded his hands.
I picked up my quill again and continued writing. The blubbering James remained seated across from me as his tongue de-swelled. As soon as it had, he picked up again with the 'cheery banter.'
"Christ Evans, are you flirting with me? Because that was by far the most interesting way any girl has asked to touch my jewels," he replied with a smirk. I glared at him and began packing up my things. There was no way I would get any work done with this idiot around. I grabbed my loaded bag and stood to leave. He followed me with his hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face. When he came to the doorway of the library, he stopped and spoke.
"Hey Evans," he called and I begrudgingly turned around. "Go out with me?"
I stared at him incredulously before replying, "Under no circumstances."
With that, I turned on my heel and continued off down the hall, trying to ignore the still smirking James that I had left standing stupidly in the door of the library.