James doesn't like hats.
'Why ? Why ? Why ?' James muttered in frustration, looking across the snowy grounds at a red-haired young girl.
'Why what, mate ? Is this still about those ink-filled exploding water bombs ?' Sirius asked, frowning and following James's glance. A sudden (and rare) look of sudden comprehension spread across his face. 'Ah. Evans.'
James sighed and looked at her. The attractive young woman, Lily Evans, was laughing with some of her friends. She was wearing an anorak (which, despite everyone's disapproval, James still found wonderful on her) and some jeans. She had a scarf, mittens and …
'That bloody hat.'
It had been snowing after Christmas and Lily had had the chance to put her lovely new Christmas present on : a pink, bobbly hat. He had often seen Lily clutch at it preciously, or snatch it away from someone. She obviously loved it. But James really really hated it.
Why ? James had never really hated hats before. He mostly disliked putting one on, but anyone else would have discribed the hat – Lily combination as cute. In fact, it was a pretty hat. James had never been one to judge by apperences. Otherwise he wouldn't of spent any money on those Snape-destined dung-bombs. Not that they had been expensive.
So why ? Well … Let's face it, James had thought, she likes that stupid hat better than me. Obviously. He was jealous. Jealous of a made-in-China, bobbly, pink, woolly hat. And this wasn't jealousy like when he had blasted David Warrant off her lips, this was worse. Because she actually liked it.
Lily said good-bye to her friends and made her way back up to the castle. James could stand it no longer. He snatched up his bag (it was filled with Snape-destined dung-bombs), muttered something to Sirius about 'bombing him after dinner' and ran after Lily. It didn't take him long to catch up with her : he was a fast runner.
'Evans !'
'Oh hi Potter. Can I help you ?' She said in a quiet voice. But she was still wearing the hat.
'I don't like your hat.' He blurted out, glaring at the hat.
'Oh.' She smiled and James was hit with a feeling of utter stupidity. 'Neither do I actually. It was a Christmas present… What's in your bag ? Is it Snape-dest-'
She was cut off by James's hand in her face. He rested it gently on her cheek. The other hand was slowly pulling the said hat off.
'What !' Lily exclaimed, thought still in a rather quiet voice. James pointed upwards. He hadn't done it on purpose, for once, but they were standing under a patch of mistletoe. He could feel that this was different from the time he had trapped her under it with a Bubble Charm. Or the time when he had locked her in the broom cupboard. Or the time when he had taken her on his broom. Or the time …
She hadn't tried to pull away.
Then he kissed her.
The end.
PS : About the Snape-destined dung-bombs … I'll have to think of something for that won't I … They keep popping up. Please review !