Didn't Catch That?
A/N My first fanfic! I promise that it can only get better from here on out :
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters…except Mem. And Maria.
"I don't know how many more days of this I can bloody well take," said James, gesturing wildly across the room.
"Ah. Would 'this' be the girls on the grounds, the weather or Sirius occupying your bed?"
"Yes," James replied sullenly and collapsed in a spread eagle in the centre of the room.
Remus peered over the edge of his essay to look at him, "Whatever did you do this time to illicit such evil looks from our usually charming and flirtatious neighbors?"
"Yes! Our neighbors James! The entire bloody 5th year girls! As in the people we have to live with, and ask out on dates and such! You bloody prat!" Sirius fumed, lifting the pillow he had been holding to his face long enough to berate his errant friend properly.
"I don't like it either you know! And you're exaggerating. It's not the whole year. Just, you know, a few of the…er…less boy-obsessed ones."
"Tell us what happened and quit stalling you loser," whined Peter from his precarious window-side perch.
"Well…" James began, looking a bit sheepish, but soldiering on at a wave from Sirius' angry hand," I just…you know…raced her. With my broom. And she won. But she thought I would lose…which is bloody egotistical if you ask me. I mean really. I am obviously the best Quidditch player in the school. If not all of England," at this Remus cast his eyes down at his essay once more unable to control his twitching mouth. "So of course I wanted to comfort her. I mean because I am chivalrous and whatnot. And so I told her that men always did better than women in physical displays of strength and she shouldn't feel bad that she just happened to be part of the weaker sex."
"Well…wasn't that…nice…of you," Remus managed, still twitching.
"Are you laughing! Are you sniggering Remus! Because this is not funny! Mem won't even talk to me," Sirius exploded, the pillow ceasing to restrain him from his erratic behaviour. "James you better--you better--by the time I get back--gah!" With this he stormed out of the common room, the effects of his mood manifesting themselves in angry yells that could be heard for several more minutes.
"Reeeemuuuuus! What am I going to do?" James moaned, rolling over onto his stomach on the much scorched rug that bore testament to previous escapades.
"Roses are nice," speculated Peter. Remus and James gave him a look. "Okay then. No roses."
"Oh James. Get over yourself. Leave her alone and she'll have forgotten by the time we come back form holiday. Only two more weeks left and about 10 more essays due. You have much to occupy yourself with."
James made an atrocious face but pulled out his blank parchment and dry quill. Sighing loudly and obnoxiously, he began a particularly uninteresting History of Magic essay.
A/N So if this was not too horrid to stomach please review! Mucho amore!