DISCLAIMER: I (sadly) don't own HP. J.K Rowling does. (she's a genius, I know.)
(Anyone guess how James got that dirt in his hair? ;))
"This is absurd." They couldn't really be doing this, could they?
"Just shut up, please." he was focusing now, see? He looked stupid.
"James, you-"
"Shhhh." She gave him a sceptical look. His brown hair was muddy and dirty. Euw, she thought.
"What have you been doing?" she asked as they made their way down the path.
"None of your business." he said sternly. End of discussion, it seemed like. Or not.
"You should take a shower." she pointed out, very politely, or at least she thought so. He looked up at her in surprise, and then answered with a slight frown.
"I know."
"Your hair looks disgusting." Maybe she had pushed it too far, but his hair really did look disgusting.
"You're silly." he chose to say instead, and he smiled at her.
She stared at him in disbelief and then she exploded. "I am silly? You're the one dragging me outside in the middle of the fucking night to-,"
"Alright, I will take a shower." he gave in. Then he grinned. "When we get back."
She sighed in frustration and decided to change the subject.
"Where are we going anyway?" she asked, trying not to sound too curious; he might get the wrong idea.
"You would want to know that, wouldn't you?" Oh, he was such a tease. She rolled her green eyes.
"Well, I'd better get back, it's getting cold-," and just like she knew he would he immediately told her:
"Hagrid's, we're going to Hagrid's." This, however, made no sense at all.
"Why on earth would be we going to Hagrid's, James? It's late and it's a Monday." she stopped and turned around. "And my feet are getting cold." she added.
He didn't call on her as she headed back to the castle. She really wished he would though because even though he could be pretty stupid or reckless, like taking her to Hagrid's in the middle of the bloody night, for no reason whatsoever (at least not that she knew of), he was kind of cute. If he got that dirt out of his hair, that is.