"James Potter, you open this door RIGHT NOW!"

"No! You'll just hit me some more! Come back when you've calmed down, yeah?"

I huffed and slid down his door, bringing my knees up to my chest. "I'm sorry I hit you." I grumbled.

"What's that?" He called mockingly.

"James! Open the bloody door!" I yelled, smacking the door for emphasis.

"You're still in a mood," He commented. I glared at the wall across from me.

"Of course I'm in a mood, you prat," I agreed. "You locked me out of your room!"

"You started hitting me!" I whined immaturely.

"Well you started yelling at me!" I countered.

"Because you started hitting me!" He shot back. I rolled my eyes and stomped down the stairs, hearing a faint, "…Lily?" behind me.

"Lily, please open the door."

"Go away!"

I heard him grunt and the sound of his fist slamming against the door for the thousandth time made me jump.

"Come on! You know I was just kidding!" He insisted through portrait door.

I pouted and indignantly said, "I don't like to be made fun of."

"We weren't even making fun of you!" He exclaimed. "You know how Sirius is! He was just making a bit of a joke!"

"Insinuating that we were going to sleep together isn't what I call "a bit of a joke". But since you're so ready to humor him by playing along, you can sleep out there tonight." I said smugly. "I'm sure he'll find it hilarious."

I heard him groan as I made my way up the stairs.

"You don't even have to open the door! This way, no one gets hurt, and I get my book back. Just slide it under the door, and I'll forget this ever happened."

"Please, Evans," he snorted. "We both know you won't forget about it."

"James!" I said angrily. "I'll be late for Potions if you don't hand it over this second!"

"Oh dear," I'm sure if I could see his face right now, if would be filled with mock surprise and concern. "Not Potions! I'd better give you your book back, because Slughorn doesn't absolutely adore you and he'll give you detention, right?" I could practically hear him rolling his eyes. "You're not getting this back until I've copied all your notes down."

"That'll take you ages! And you know I don't condone cheating!" I smacked his door again. "Just give me the book, you bloody wanker! I'll help you study some other time!"

"Unless by "studying" you mean, you're going to write all these notes down and let me copy them, then no deal," He really is a git. "This stuff is golden."

"I'll burn your copy!" I threatened.

"As if!" He returned. "You can't even find my broomstick in here!"

I growled and started my trek down to the dungeons, where I would simply have to tell Professor Slughorn, that my boyfriend was a prick.

"Can you please just open the door?" I asked quietly.

"Are you going to yell?" He asked accusatorially.

I sighed. "No, I won't yell."

"Still no."

I rested my head against his door while the tears began to stream down my cheeks. "Please, James? I really need to talk to you."

"I'm always surprised at how much you still have left to say after the argument's already over," He commented, sounding thoughtful.

I sniffed pathetically, and the creaking of his floorboards stopped, as if he'd suddenly stopped his pacing. "Are you- …Are you crying?" He sounded quite befuddled.

"No," I tried. But my nose was a bit too stuffed up and my sniffles were still resounding through the hallway.

I heard his feet quickly pad to the door. "Why are you crying?" He asked, exasperatedly.

I glared at the door as best I could through the tears. "Because it sounded like a brilliant idea," I said rudely.

"Tell me why." He demanded.

I paused for a very long moment, before whispering, "I'm pregnant."

And thus became the first time a door was ever opened, while in the midst of a fight.