I have all these things to post and yet I still take forever to update. I blame it on the fact that I'm reading so much that I literally forgot about life and things I have to do. Oh well. Better late than never, yeah?
Written for the lovely Renata (tobiaseatoning over on tumblr/ fitzwilliamherondale here on ) because she needed some homework motivation.
Thanks to the reviewers: Neko-chan2604, koryandrs, the-kermit-kid and Emullz :)
Of Non-existent Quidditch Muscles
"Lily, you do realise that staring at the parchment isn't going to make your essay write itself, right?" said James from where he sat across the redhead. They were both quietly tucked away in a secluded corner of the library with a gigantic stack of homework along with Head duties that all needed to be ploughed through before the end of the night.
"I wouldn't be surprised if it did," she replied, still staring intently at the parchment. "After all, there are quills that can write on their own, aren't there?"
James laughed. "What exactly are you doing?" he asked as he leant over to get a better look at what she had written at the top. Meanwhile, Lily tried to ignore what his being close did to her. The smell of cinnamon and leather clouded her brain and muddled her thought process. "Alright, Evans?" he asked, seeing her slightly dazed look.
Lily shook her head, blushing. "Oh, yeah; I'm fine."
James looked at her suspiciously, but nevertheless, he said nothing. He looked down at her paper and almost laughed.
"Really, Lily; the theory of animagi? We covered this in class today!" he said incredulously.
"Exactly!" replied Lily passionately. "We did this topic- completely in depth- in class today! I know what I'm supposed to write, because we did it in class today!"
The look that James gave her told Lily that he was questioning her sanity. "Forgive me, but I fail to see the problem here."
"We did it in class today!" she wailed. "We covered this entire thing in class and now she wants us to write an essay on the exact same topic."
"I still can't see why you're all worked up here," he replied, frowning slightly.
"I can't reproduce exactly what she gave us, Potter," Lily huffed impatiently, jabbing him lightly in the stomach with her quill.
James looked down and then back up at her. "I'm sorry but was that supposed to hurt me?" he said with a slight smirk.
Lily stuck her tongue out. "Wanker."
"It's all the quidditch muscles, love," he replied succinctly, winking at her.
"Quidditch muscles my arse," she scoffed. James opened his mouth- mostly likely to make some sort of inappropriate comment but Lily stopped him. "Don't you even dare."
"I didn't say anything!"
"But you were going to," she countered. "No back to you nonexistent quidditch muscles."
"Well that's a bit obsessive, now isn't it, Evans?" he said, eyes glittering.
"Shut up," she replied, lightly blushing once more. She was certainly not obsessed with him. Infatuated maybe, but definitely not obsessed.
"Make me," he replied proudly.
Lily glared at him. "I will take that as an open invitation to cast a nice Silencio on your mouth."
"Well, actually, I meant-"
"I think we all know what you meant," Lily said hurriedly as he shook with laughter. "Now, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted by someone," she shot a look towards James, causing him to scoff.
"I'm the only one here! Who else is going to do that? One of these books?" he said sarcastically.
Lily raised an eyebrow. "You're doing it again."
James coloured slightly. "Sorry."
"Hmph. Right. As I was saying, you can't get muscles from sitting on a broom for hours. So there," she said triumphantly.
"Oh Lily," James sighed, smiling just a bit as he shook his head. "Lily, Lily, Lily. I do other things besides sit on a broom all day."
"Really? Like what?" she asked, crossing her arms.
James grinned at her and Lily felt her stomach swoop a bit. "Why don't I use that as form of coercion to get you to do your homework?"
"That is completely unfair," she objected.
"No it's not." James leaned in and whispered to her, "Maybe if you finish it before the library closes, you might even get to see them."
"James!"
He laughed at her and smirked when she turned bright red. "Yes Evans, my Evans?"
"That was-"
"Completely uncalled for? Perhaps. Will it help you get your work done faster? Undoubtedly so." He noticed her slightly crestfallen expression. "We'll go to the kitchen for celebratory ice cream after," he promised, smiling genuinely.
Lily looked up at him and smiled. However, there was something in it that made James a bit wary. A mischievous glint of sorts. He waited for her to say something, but she never did, until, after much discussion between both of them (and several times James had to duck to avoid getting hit by whatever projectile she had nearest) had taken place.
"Are you sure you want to get ice cream, Potter?" she asked as they walked down the hall side by side.
"Why?" he asked cautiously.
Lily smirked. "Oh, you know, wouldn't want you to damage those supposed quidditch muscles."
James had stopped walking and Lily did not realise until several paces later that she was walking by herself. She walked back to him and smiled innocently. "What?"
"Are you calling me fat, Evans?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at her.
Lily laughed and, on a sudden surge of confidence, took his hand in hers and winked at him. "I'll let you figure that out for yourself. All I'm saying is that we need you in top form for the match next week."
James nodded and they continued walking, hand in hand.
"But I'm not fat, right? Lily? Lily. Stop laughing at me, Evans!"
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