Rendezvous in the Locker Rooms, a harry potter fanfic

Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling, and am in no way related to her. I think

Author's Note: Enjoy this Lily/James one-shot. It is a bit silly, I admit.

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"Lily!" my friend Marlene McKinnon called me over from where she was lying on her bed.

I rolled my eyes, but walked over anyway, and stood impatiently, hands on my hips.

"Can you do me a favor?" she said with big eyes and a pout.

"Depends…" I answered, looking at her suspiciously.

"I left my bag in the quidditch locker rooms…"

I glared at her teasingly.

"So you want me to drag myself there, only ten minutes after you were just there!"

"Hey! I was distracted, we just won the game!" she said, referring to the Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff quidditch match that had just taken place.

I huffed, and then drawled "Yes, my queen, I shall fetch your most prized possession for you."

She grinned, "Knew you would, Lily-bean" was her response.

I growled. "Don't call me that, Marlene…"

She blinked innocently, "What? Anyway, you'd better get a move on it. It's getting dark outside. I doubt anyone is in the locker rooms."

"Whatever. I'll be back in ten minutes." I said, glancing at what I was wearing. It was nearing our curfew, and I had changed into some comfy plaid shorts, as well as a thin white tank.

I got the distinct feeling that I might get a bit cold wearing that outside in comparison to wearing it in the warm dorms. I quickly grabbed a bathrobe, which I tucked around myself, and dashed out the door.

"Wait!" Marlene called after me.

"Yes?"

"I forgot to tell you that my bag is in the guy's locker room. Don't ask."

I snickered momentarily, before rolling my eyes and continuing my journey.

As I crept through the hallways, I found myself singing 'spy' music, even though it wasn't past curfew yet.

"Dun dun dun…." I hummed, dashing around corners, and hiding in nooks and crannies.

When I finally made it to the quidditch pitch, it was getting darker, and I was panting heavily.

I wiped sweat off my brow, and heaved a sigh.

"Well, I made it here…" I said to myself before opening the door to the locker rooms. I snorted at the large "BOYS" written in orange on the door.

"True though. You should be cautioned." I muttered, laughing inwardly at my own wittiness.

Okay, Lily. You've got to stop that. You are so weird.

Shut up, I told my inner voice.

I took a deep breath, and then held my nose as I stepped inside the locker room. I noticed Marlene's bag easily, as it was lying on one of the benches in between the lockers. As I grabbed it, I let go of the breath I had been holding in and smelled a spicy, woodsy cologne-like smell coming from one of the lockers.

Mmmm. I simpered inwardly, and was drawn toward the smell.

I finally found the source, which was a locker that looked like it had seen better days. The smell was actually coming from a white undershirt. I looked around suspiciously, before grabbing the shirt and taking a great big whiff. It was at that point that my foot caught on an uneven tile, and I tripped. I grabbed the locker door for support; it swung around and caught on my shirt. I was left with an arm attached to the locker, and the other, just at a point where I could not free myself.

"Bugger!" I grumbled.

Nice one Lily. How are you going to get yourself out of this situation? Scream for help?

Oh shut up, I sniffed miserably.

Five minutes later, my feet were getting tired, and I turned my neck to stretch it, when I noticed a piece of parchment that had fallen out of the locker.

I squinted to read what it said when I noticed a name.

The name being none other than James Potter.

I gasped, and was filled with shame.

Oh sweet Merlin. Why had I been trapped in his locker? And worse yet, been sniffing his cologne! I visualized his laughing hazel eyes, and messy black hair.

Pity he was such a smoldering young man.

My eyes widened. I had NOT just thought that.

Now, I did not hate him. On the contrary, we got along pretty well. One could almost call us friends. It was just that he had already fancied me for a couple of years and the past, and I hadn't considered going out with him because he was too big-headed in my opinion.

But now, in our last year, I found him rather attractive as well as much more mature than he had been.

Blast, I hadn't just thought that.

I groaned wretchedly, looking sadly at my caught shirt.

Maybe if I jerk it a bit, it will come out!

I grinned at my sudden brilliance, and jerked to the left.

To my abject horror, instead of coming out, my shirt ripped. Not just a small rip either. It ripped so that my left shoulder was completely revealed to the world, with nothing but a bra strap.

I whimpered. So not good.

"Lily?" I heard a very masculine voice incredulously ask from the doorframe.

"Can I just die here and now? How about melt?" I asked, looking to the ceiling.

This was beyond embarrassing.

"Eh, James…Could you possibly…uh" I stopped, my cheeks burning with shame.

He looked concerned and amused at the same time. Don't ask me how.

"Yes?" he prompted.

"Er. Couldyouunattachmefromyournicesmellinglocker?"

"Pardon?"

Okay, so maybe I did just speak in partial gibberish. So?

"Could. You. Unattach. Me. From. Your. Locker?"

"Ohh, I see." He stood there, still staring at me.

"Jameeeess." I ground out, looking at my feet.

He chuckled, but came over and unattached me, grinning.

"Well, I knew that you loved me Lily, but ripping off your clothes in front of my locker?"

And just when I was imagining him as my knight in shining armor.

"Can you like, not say something really really stupid and just, wrong, everytime we have a conversation?"

"Nope, sorry. It's only for you though Lilyflower, so no worries." He smirked, looking down at me.

I stared at him.

"Any particular reason why you are still standing in front of my locker? I sort of need to grab my clothes from there."

I blushed to the very roots of my hair, cursing my Irish blood.

"Uuuhhhgahhhhh." I muttered, before stepping to the side, still watching him.

"Lily…"

"Yes?"

"Any reason why you are still here?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes I am here to carefully chaperone you back to your friends. It's a dangerous world out there young Potter."

He blinked at me. "Ookay Lily. Did you have something funny to drink? Did Padfoot slip anything into your food tonight?"

I growled, "No."

He laughed at me, the nerve!

Now that he had his clothes in his hand, I grabbed him and forcefully shoved him out there.

"Now stay with me you big blockhead. I will protect you from all evils."

"Evils you say?"

"Yes, I believe I said evils."

"You believe, but do you know" he responded, putting an emphasis on 'know'.

"Remind me why we are having this pointless conversation?"

"Because you like me."

"Well…" I said, not really paying attention to what I saying, as I was distracted by his fingers ruffling that raven hair.

Raven hair?

Uggh Lily, you are going officially insane.