Time went on.
And on.
And on.
And on.
Potter droned on.
And on.
And on.
And on.
The clock ticked endlessly.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Having sat there for at least ten minutes, Lily felt as if she was about to drop off at any second. And she really wanted to drop off, but she couldn't. She'd tried counting sheep ("1379, 1380, 1381...") but it was useless. Maybe it was the fact it was only two in the afternoon. Or maybe it was the fact the Black, Pettigrew and Lupin where 'hidden' behind one of the bookshelves, giggling like little girls at the prank they had set up.
"...and then I swooped down, pasted Luder, missed a bludger, and got it in. 170 points!" James was saying. "Now, my second ever Quidditch match was something..." She'd been there two hours and he was only on his second match? Lily sighed.
"Actually, Potter," she interrupted, leaning over the table. "I don't care."
"But I hadn't got to the good part yet!"
"There was more?" she sighed, regretting coming here in the first place. Damn Black.
"Course there is! I've played in 19 Quidditch matches!" he said triumphantly waving his arms around.
"We're in the middle of something here. Shut up and get on with it, Potter."
"What? Oh, right- um-" he thought for a moment and Lily could almost hear the cogs in his head spinning round, and round, and round. "Ah!" he exclaimed after a minute. He carefully picked up his bishop and moved it. "You know, I don't see why we have to play it like this. Wizards Chess is much more fun."
"I'm muggle-born and I want to stay that way. I don't want to be converted," she said moving a pawn.
"It's nice not having you shout at me."
"Well, I have no reason to shout at you when you're being normal and un-prat-ish."
"I'll try to be good, if..." he drifted off into a little world of his own, a grin shooting across his face.
"What?" Lily asked worriedly.
"I'll try to be good, if you go out with me."
"Is that blackmail?"
"Maybe, maybe not."
"Hmm..." Lily said, weighing her options with her hands like scales. "Ruin my life, or carry on as normal."
"It won't ruin your life, Lils-Lily. Give me a chance, please, and I swear if you hate me after it, I won't ask you out ever again."
"Promise?" she asked, holding out her pinky.
"As long as you promise to be honest with you're opinion." Lily nodded and the two linked pinkies, like little children, knocking over most of the chess game in the meantime. "Wait, wait! Can I ask?" he asked eagerly like a little boy in a sweet shop who'd just been told he could take whatever he wanted.
"Ok..."
"One sec. Composing myself." He got up from his chair, made a few... strange noises, before walking back to Lily. "Hey Lily."
"Hello James," she said playing along.
"Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me?"
"Of course, James. Can we start playing again now?"
"But Lily...!" he moaned.
Behind the 'Wizarding and Muggle Poetry' section, three boys sat with pale faces, shocked by what they had just saw.
"Um," said the short, fat one, Peter, "what just happened?"
"Haven't a clue, mate. Haven't a clue."
A/N: Ok so, I'm slightly addicted to challenges right now, and this one is for PenonPaperFingersonKeys 's Daring, Different, Dangerous? Challenge where I got Lily/James and the quote: 'Shut up and get on with it, Potter.' I also got a prompt, but didn't use it.
Hope you like it :)