A/N – all credit goes to J.K. Rowling 'cause I wish I owned Harry Potter but I don't.
Word Count: 486 (I'm sorry! It's short, I know. Trying to get things done before I go to camp.)
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Why did she have to be so pretty?
He rolled over, facing the opposite direction, hoping that she'd let it alone. Of course she didn't. She hopped onto the other side of the bed and peered into his half lidded eyes.
"Please?" She begged, fluttering her eyelashes. He pulled the pillow over his head.
"Don't test your luck, woman." He mumbled into the soft cotton. She tried to take the thing away, earning a bash over the head. "Foul, evil beast be gone!" He cried, tugging it from her grasp and rolling over again. She laughed, creeping her arms up and around his neck and leaned over him, her red hair brushing his face making his nose itch. "Pretty please?" She asked sweetly, tugging at a lock of his dark hair.
"Evans, if you don't leave me alone…" He let himself trail off. She laughed, sitting back in bed. "What?" He asked, turning to face her. "Oh, nothing, it's just you haven't called me Evans in years. Aren't I Mrs. Potter now?" He rolled his eyes and she leaned in to peck him on the lips. He leaned back in to retaliate, but she pushed him back playfully. "Nope." She grinned. "Not until you do it." He groaned, pulling the sheets over his head. She kicked his feet out of the bed so his body was horizontal across the large bed. He groaned again, pulling himself onto his knees. Bleary-eyed, he stumbled blindly across the room, hands out in front of him, searching for fabric in order to pull the curtains closed. Suddenly, he felt something soft and pulled it across, as to hide the light coming in from the window. All it did was make several things crash to his feet. He stared at them, confused, while Lily roared with laughter from the bed.
Apparently, in his hunt for the curtains, he'd stumbled upon the piece of cloth Lily put on her wardrobe, insisting it kept away dust. Knowing not to argue with her, he'd always let it be. The mirror and books she kept on the stupid thing were now lying at his feet in a pile. Dismissing them, for he had a very important mission, he went onwards, vision clear from the confusion a few moments earlier.
Soon enough, after many trials and errors and a game of hotter and colder with Lily, he found what he was looking for, pulled the curtains closed and the room was finally shrouded in darkness.
He turned to Lily.
"Your earlier proposition," he started, sliding beside her. "Sounded quite tempting, Mrs. Potter." He grinned, kissing the tip of her nose. She raised both of her eyebrows at him. "I thought it might." She teased, bringing his neck down towards her. He slid his arm around her waist. "All that for a bloody window, eh?" he murmured against her lips. She chuckled, burying her face in his neck.