My Delicate Flower
Words: 412
Couple: James Potter and Lily Evans
Book: Harry Potter
Generation: Marauder's Era
Disclaimer: All character's are J.K. Rowlings!

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Watching from where she sat, Lily Evans could spy her bestfriend, walking hand-in-hand down the corridor with her new boyfriend – Sirius Black. She could only smile; watching as the reformed player took the girl completely off guard, kissing her.

She knew for a fact, that Sirius Black was for once, not playing the girl, like he usually played every other girl he dated. She knew for a fact, that Hestia was not just 'crushing' on the boy, she actually like him, not just using him because he was apparently 'a good kisser'.

She felt an arm drape over her shoulder, but she ignored it, knowing that it would by James Potter, someone she found herself actually becoming friends with.

"What do you think, are they playing us, or eachother?" he asked her.
"Neither," the girl answered simply, "I think they really like eachother."
"I give them about a month-and-a-half," he stated.
Lily slapped her hand firmly into his gut, he groaned slightly, but chuckled as he massaged the area, "you're an abusve woman, you know that?"
"You're a pain in the arse, you know that?" she mocked him, shrugging the arm off of her shoulders and turning to walk in the opposite direction.

He laughed, following her, and starting to ramble on about how Remus was burrying himself into his books, and that Peter was with Hagrid, leaving him completely alone while his best friend went off and snogged hers.

"What am I? A bowl of goldfish?" she questioned him with a smirk.
"No, you are not, you are my delicate flower," he answered.
"Your what?" the girl raised an eyebrow at him.
"You're my delicate flower, and I have a question for you, my dear delicate flower," he told her.
"What would that be?"
"Would you, my delicate flower, like to come with me to Hogsmeade this weekend?" James asked her with a small smile.

Lily laughed at the use of the nickname, letting her skin – unwillingly – turn into a slight red colour as she blushed.

He stopped her from walking, turning to face her with a large grin on his features, "you're actually thinking about it, aren't you?"
"I'm still going to say no, but you almost had me there," she explained, letting herself laugh a little but longer as she began to walk off.
"Almost? What do you mean almost?" he called after her, having to run to catch up to her fast-paced walking as she continued to laugh.

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Yessums, this is the fourth. We're halfway there! (I had myself starting to sing a Big Time Rush song there, 'we're halfway there now, no looking back now, nothing's gonna stand in our way'. Oh God, something is terribly wrong with me).

So, there are four more to go, and I seem to be getting tired with writing. This is the fifth one-shot type thing I've written tonight – this first one being a NCIS: LA one-shot and the other three being parts of this series – and I'm no where near calling it a night either. Well, it's nearly ten p.m. and I'm still writing. Sigh, I wonderered where my plots had gone when writing my English assignment, I just found them…

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