A/N: Posted this on tumblr ages ago. Figured I should put it up here. Enjoy. Disclaimer from Chap. 1 still applies.
James walked into the Heads' Office and collapsed onto one of the chairs with an enthusiastic sigh. His head lolled back and he opened one eye to see if Lily was preparing to fawn over him and, seeing that she hadn't been moved from her work, sighed again, flailing his arms a bit.
Lily peeked up at him through her lashes and then snapped her eyes back to the parchment in front of her. "Oh look," she said dryly, "it's James Potter. And look at me, not running away."
"Why would you run away from me, Evans? I'm a delight to be around. Ask Sirius or Pete or Remus." James thought for a second before sitting up in his chair and shaking his head vigorously. "Oh Merlin, don't do that. I don't want to know what those buggers would have to say."
Lily laughed and looked up. She dropped her quill onto her essay and leaned back, fixing James with a stare that might have unsettled him only a year ago. "You don't think I have a reason to run away from you?"
James shrugged.
"You told me just last week that you liked scaring me," Lily said. She threw a little rolled up scrap of parchment in his direction and gave a satisfied hum as it bounced off of his nose. He glared and pulled his chair around the table to get closer to her. Lily gritted her teeth but refused to scoot away.
"I said that I liked spooking you, Lily. It's different. I don't want to actually frighten you, I just like making you terribly, terribly nervous." He leaned one arm onto the table and turned more fully toward her with a smirk. "I like it when you blush and stutter and can't think of a snappy little comeback."
Lily could feel her face turning red and glared when she saw his smirk widening into a grin. "Potter, I—I—"
He tutted softly. "Stuttering. Blushing."
She grabbed her wand and pointed it at his chest.
"Threatening bodily harm to me also sounds like something someone who is just a bit unnerved would do, don't you think?" His voice was low and she wished he'd stop talking to her like this. More than that, she wished she'd stop reacting so predictably to him talking to her like this.
Lily growled, frustrated, and swished her wand at his face. His glasses slid off of his face and into her hand. James moved to grab for them but missed and she giggled as his face, just seconds ago smirking and amused, turned slightly panicked.
"Lily, I'm honestly blind as a bat without—"
She stood and leaned down, placing one hand on the table just next to him. She saw him swallow nervously and couldn't help but grin. "Well, Potter," she said quietly. "You make me nervous, I make you blind." She turned on her heel and started to walk away but stopped when she heard the clattering crash behind her. Looking back, she saw James Potter on a heap on the floor, legs tangled with the legs of his chair.
"Merlin's sake, James, I left your glasses on the table."
He used the table to pull himself back up and stuffed his glasses back onto his face. "Lily Evans is unpredictable when surprised, much like a horse or a deer," he muttered, only half to himself. He dusted off his pants and sat down facing her with half a glare, half a smile on his face.
"What was that?" Lily asked brightly, still paused at the doorway.
"Nothing, Lils, just making notes."