"James, guess what! Mum said Oliver could come home for Christmas with us!"

I wanted to bang my head hard against the common room wall, and I had a feeling that back at home, Dad felt the same way.

"That's, er, great Lilly-Flower," I said, hoping I sounded appropriately happy.

Apparently I didn't. "Oh come on James! We've been over this. I'm not a little baby any more!"

"'Course you're not Lils," I said. "But you're still my little sister, and I'll be watching him like a hawk, so he'd better keep his hands where I can see them." I slowly shifted my eyes so that I was glaring suspiciously at Oliver, who looked nervous.

"James," Lily said warningly.

"I mean that," I said to Oliver, ignoring Lily. "You keep your hands to yourself."

"I-I will," Oliver stammered, his face turning red. "I-I've gotta go pack now Lily, I'll, uh, see you later then?" And with that he dashed out of the common room.

"You bloody prat!" Lily hissed as soon as he was gone. "He's very shy!"

"He didn't seem all that 'shy' when he was snogging you after the Quidditch match the other day," I muttered.

"James! I'm fourteen! I can date whoever I want! And you know that Oliver's a nice guy."

"Yes, I do," I allowed. "So long as he keeps his hands to himself and stays in his own bed at night."

"James!" Lily yelled again, louder this time. Her face was turning red. "What do you think I am, some kind of slut!?"

Now it was my turn to turn red. "No! I'm just saying, he's a guy Lily, and we only want one thing!"

She smirked. "I'll be sure to tell your girlfriend that, then," she said before walking off.

I groaned. Evil little girl.

*****

It was honestly funny how uncomfortable Oliver looked once he set foot inside Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

Albus, Dad, and I were glaring daggers at him, and Mum was attempting to give him a cookie, which Lily was trying to discreetly warn him not to eat. He didn't take the hint, and, still uncomfortably, put it in his mouth.

"This is…great, Mrs. Potter," he mumbled, biting down on the rock hard cookie. "Really crunchy."

"Oh, you can call me Ginny!" she said, happily, clearly not picking up on how much he hated the cookie. "You see!" she said, addressing the family. "Some people can appreciate great cooking!"

"We all can, Dear," Dad said. "We'd just appreciate it if you'd allow some in the house every once in a while."

She looked like she was going to yell at him, but at that moment she tried one of her own cookies and began choking and trying to spit it into the trash can. She looked around sheepishly then shrugged. "Well, just be happy I'm not making Christmas dinner!"

Albus and I were still looking at Oliver suspiciously, and Lily clearly felt the need to take action. "Who want to go play Exploding Snap!?" she asked frantically.

"I'll play," Oliver said meekly.

"Me too," Albus and I agreed at the same time, our eyes never leaving Oliver.

"I'll-" Dad began, but Mum elbowed him hard in the arm. "I'll, er, leave you kids to it then," he covered up quickly.

"Have fun!" Mum said, smiling, as she dragged Dad away from the living room.

"So, Oliver," I began. "You're a fifth year."

He nodded. "So you like girl's who're younger than you?"

"James!" Lily scolded. "Ignore him, Ollie."

"Yeah, Ollie, just ignore us," Albus agreed. "And we'll leave you alone, so long as you keep your hands to yourself."

Lily looked like she wanted to strangle us.

*****

That night, while everyone was asleep, I got out of bed to walk to Lily's room.

And nearly had a heart attack when I realized she wasn't there. I pulled my wand out, ready to hex Oliver into the next century if my little sister was in his room, not caring if I was risking expulsion. But then I heard something from the living room.

"Are you sure?" Lily's voice asked. "I mean, don't you think it's too soon?"

I narrowed my eyes and made my way into the living room, stopping short when I was just outside the door.

"I wanted it to be private," Oliver said. "Just between the two of us."

That cheeky bastard! I jumped into the living room, my wand out in front of me. "You bloody prat! I knew you were up to-" I stopped short when I realized both were fully clothed and Lily was holding a small gift box, staring at me angrily.

"What are you doing!?" she asked, her eyes blazing.

"I-I, er, I mean…you weren't in your room, and I thought…What are you two doing in here anyway!?"

"Oliver was giving me my Christmas present!" she nearly yelled at me.

"It's not Christmas yet!" I argued.

"It was supposed to me private!" Lily spat.

"A likely story," I hissed, turning my gaze to Oliver, who's face was now crimson.

Lily looked at him curiously. "Why did you want it to be private?" she asked.

"Open it," he mumbled, looking at the floor. She did.

Lily gasped, looking at the tiny silver locket. I peered closer, attempting to read the inscription on it. I didn't get a chance however, because Lily looked at me furiously before bursting into tears. "You jerk!" she sobbed, hitting me hard in the chest. "You ruined it!" And then she ran off to her room.

*****

Originally chapter 1 was a one-shot, but then I wanted to write this, and it ended up becoming a story. I hope you like it! It probably won't be very exciting…just so you know. Just about how James screws everything up trying to be overprotective. Happy ending though, if you like those!