A/N—Disclaimer; I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters. This is my first attempt at a multi-chapter. Review if you want more about how Lily and James navigate through their Seventh Year.
His raven-colored hair curls into the back of his neck and Lily is too preoccupied studying it to listen to McGonagall's lecture on Gamp's Law. Over his hunched shoulder, she can see him scribbling nonsensically on his parchment, which was void of any notes; this lesson was simple a review for NEWTS, after learning it in second year. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, tie unloosened, and top three buttons undone despite being Head Boy and technically required to keep his uniform in tip-top shape. She subconsciously undo's the top button of her blouse.
Too busy watching James draw a dragon on the top left corner of his parchment, she fails to notice the note being levitated to her desk from the other side of the room until it drops on top of her desk. Surprised, she lets out a small squeak. James and Sirius rotate their heads, looking at her from the corner of their eyes. She narrows her eyes and James chuckles before returning his attention to his miniature Hungarian Horntail Dragon. She glances around the room before making eye contact with a grinning Marlene McKinnon near the front. She nods towards the note, and Lily opens it.
Could you be more obvious?
"Fuck," Lily whispers, although apparently not quietly enough; "Language, Evans," Sirius taunts without even looking behind him. She rolls her eyes.
Do you think anyone else saw?!
She levitates the note back up the isle and it lands neatly on her desk. She tries to avoid staring at James' broad shoulders for more than four seconds.
Don't get your panties in a bunch. Half the class is asleep of zoned out… You know, this isn't the first class I've noticed your attention waver from the blackboard to a certain someone. Is there something you want to tell me?
Lily purses her lips as she tries to conjure her most innocent response. She can't deny it, she ruined her chances of that when she guiltily questioned if anyone else witnessed her gazing. She truthfully writes,
Okay. I am physically attracted to him; I've always been, a little bit. Now he's right in front of me, and not annoying me with his incessant bragging. So what? It's just something to do instead of listening to my teachers drone on about something I already know. Now, McGonagall is talking about the exceptions to Gamp's Second Theory, and if I recall, you got a D on this essay in Third Year. Pay attention.
Lily lifted her eyes to wink at Marlene before jokingly kissing the note, leaving a faint red lipstick mark on front. Marlene rolled her eyes and waved towards herself, impatiently signaling to send the note. Lily smiled faintly to herself, successful diverting the conversation without making Marlene suspicious. However, she failed to notice that Sirius had plucked her note out of the air on its trip to Marlene squeaked—much like Lily had minutes ago—and silently pointed to Sirius.
She straightened her back, spotting the lipstick-labeled note between Sirius' thumb and forefinger. Thinking fast, Lily pushed her quill off the edge of her desk, and smiled apologetically at McGonagall before ducking and crawling under her desk, across the row, and beneath James and Sirius'. She irritably tugged on his pant leg, alerting him she was on the ground. Unfortunately, James noticed as well and looked down at her with a smirk and raised eyebrows. She ignored him, and held out her hand for Sirius.
"Oh, this is yours, is it?" Sirius feigned ignorance, holding out the note.
"No shit, Sherlock. Now give it back." She replied pinching his calf.
"It's Sirius, babe. I'm not quite sure who this Sherlock bloke is. Maybe the one you were levitating this love letter to?" Sirius whispered in response, now turning the note over between his fingers. Lily growls under her breath, just about ready to punch Sirius in the testicles and crawl back to her own seat. Before she could act on her plan, James unexpectedly grabbed the note from Sirius. Before she could throw an absolute fit—a silent one, but a tantrum all the same—he had already placed the note back in her palm and patted her head. Lily gawked at him for several seconds before a strict cough snapped her out of her revive. Lily cringed before grabbing the quill Sirius was handing her and turning to McGonagall on her knees.
"Found it?"
A/N- Ahhh, I've never successfully written a multi-chapter before. I always get stuck around chapter four or five. I used to assume it was like an attention thing—that I couldn't focus on one thing for too long before getting tired of it. But I was thinking that maybe, if I was able to get feedback from other writers and readers, I would be better focused and more motivated to continue my story…. So, maybe if you are interested in the story, or you like or even don't like my style of writing and can offer CONSTRUCTIVE criticism review and let me know! Thank you thank you thank you!