Taking a break from studying French to post this. Prompt given to me over on tumblr. A banter between those two idiots with not really a lot of plot in it.

You Look Like Hell

"You look like hell."

That was the first thing James heard when he came to, lying in the too hard bed with the too lumpy pillow under his still throbbing head. His face felt sore and there was a stiffness in his shoulder that seemed to stem from another source other than that of a bad sleeping position. He wasn't even sure if he was sleeping. After all, despite the muddled flashes of memories that floated through his brain of what actually brought him here, he highly doubted that he would come on his own accord to sleep on an uncomfortable bed when there was a very warm and soft four poster waiting for him up in his dormitory.

James groaned as he propped himself up with his forearms. "I feel as though I was run over by a herd of bloody Hippogriffs." He patted around blindly for his glasses. When he failed to locate them, he huffed impatiently and asked, "What happened? And where the hell are my glasses?"

"You don't remember?" he could hear the slight frown in her voice as she spoke. There was a muffled 'fwump' as something landed on his bed. His hand slowly crept towards it before snatching his glasses up and shoving them on. Finally, the world came into focus. No longer was Lily a smudge of red against the white partition in the Hospital Wing, but a clear and defined figure with a face and everything. He could even see that she was still wearing her red and gold Gryffindor scarf.

Well actually, his red and gold Gryffindor scarf.

The one he gave her before the match this morning in a pre match good luck snog session.

Right! Quidditch! Before everything went fuzzy, he remembered flying up in the air on his broom. The quaffle was tucked tightly under his arm as he yelled something to... was it Davison? Bugger it. Names weren't exactly important at the moment.

"Last thing I remember is quidditch," he confessed, trying to sit up straight. A dull shot of pain shot through his shoulder in protest and caused him to slouch back down.

"Well... that's good. I guess," said Lily unsurely.

She played with the fringes on the end of her- his- scarf. A tell tale signs of nervousness. James narrowed his eyes. "Lily," he said slowly. "What happened out there on the pitch?"

"Nothing much," she said airily. "We were beating Hufflepuff fifty to twenty, Williams hit a bludger to you that crashed into your arm and sent you tumbling from you broom a good few feet in the air. Usual things really."

James gaped at her. "Usual things my arse. I don't usually take a canter off my broom every single match you know." He paused for a moment. "Wait, is that the reason why I feel as though I've been clobbered by a troop or trolls?

Lily winced. "Er, maybe?"

"Brilliant. Right. So did we win?"

A single fiery eyebrow shot up. "You're not serious," she said shaking her head. "You cannot be serious. You've been unconscious for a good six hours, broke your arm in two places- not to mention almost shattered your scapula- and fell off your broom, making your face look as though you got on the wrong end of a fight-"

"-I wanted to know why my face felt like that," he mused.

Lily shot him a glare to show that she was thoroughly unamused by his interruption, even as she went on with her discourse and her voice getting higher with each word. "Not to mention that you might have gotten a concussion as well and you're sitting here, wondering who won the game?"

"Is this a roundabout way of you saying that we lost terribly?"

Her head fell into her hands and she groaned. "My boyfriend, ladies and gentlemen," she announced sullenly. "The world's largest fool."

"Speaking of fools," James said casually, speaking over her mumbling (which was surely that of less than complementary things towards him), "Where're Sirius and Remus and Peter? Some mates they are since they're not huddled in a silent vigil around my deathbed."

"No, they were here, although it wasn't actually a silent vigil if you know what I mean," said Lily as she raised her head from her arms. "Pomfrey got fed up of them asking when you were going to get up every five minutes and sent everyone out of here. They're probably upstairs at the victory party."

"So we did win," James smiled. "I knew it. Remind next Hogsmeade trip to buy a bar of Honeydukes' best for Davison. Knew the bastard would catch the snitch."

"Yes, yes, you all won," Lily snapped. "Now can we get back to the topic at hand?"

"In a mo'," James said. "If Pomfrey ran my adoring fans back up, then how come you're still here?" Lily's coloured bright red and started playing with her hair. She muttered something under her breath that he didn't quite catch. Nonetheless, James' grin widened. "Sorry, come again, love. Don't think I quite heard you."

Lily huffed. "I snuck in under your cloak, okay. Happy now?"

"Very," he nodded. He started to sit up again, only to be pushed back down again by a very frantic Lily.

"What are you doing?" she hissed, gently prodding his good shoulder so that he was once again lying on the bed.

"Apparently I'm being restrained to a hospital bed by my barmy bird of a girlfriend," he rolled his eyes. "I was going to head on upstairs, Evans. To the dorm. Where my warm and welcoming bed awaits."

"Did you now listen to a word I said? You can't move your arm and you face is swollen to twice its normal size. Do you really think you're going to be let out of here tonight?"

"What do you mean my face is swollen to twice its size?" he yelped and anxiously looked around for any sort of reflective surface.

"I mean it's now probably an accurate representation of your ego." At James' deadpan look she merely shrugged and flashed him a fleeting grin. "Sorry. It's was too good an opportunity. Couldn't help myself."

"How long have you been meaning to use that one?"

"Oh a while," she confessed unashamedly.

He rolled his eyes again but couldn't help the small smile that took over his features. "So does that mean you're going to keep me company?"

"I don't know," she said unsurely.

"Codswallop," scoffed James as he scooted around. Patting the bed with his good hand, he said, "Come on. I'd be lonely if you leave."

"But Pomfrey's right there," she said, taking a step towards the door. "I should really leave-"

James caught the edge of the scarf as she turned and tugged on it softly. "Please?" Lily felt herself immediately give in once she saw the expression on his face.

"Fine," she ground out as she kicked off her shoes and lay down next to him. "But only for a little while. I don't how long it would be before Sirius checks the map and realises both of us are in here and comes to fetch us."

James pressed a kiss to the crown of her head and used his good arm to draw her closer so that her back pressed against his chest. "It's the least you can do you know," he said after a moment. "I mean, it is your fault I'm in here anyway."

"My fault?" Lily said incredulously. "Pray tell, how is it my fault that you broke your arse and fell off your broom?"

"Your pre match kiss gave me bad luck. After all, that's the only difference between today and any other match day."

He could practically see the jeering face she made as she crossed her arms. "Fine; no more pre match snogs from me then. See if I care."

"Well I never said no more snogging in general," he said exasperatedly. He lightly nipped at her ear. "We can save all the snogging for after the match, when I've won." He brushed away the mass of dark red tangles at the back of her neck and dropped a kiss on the exposed creamy strip of skin there. "It would be much more enjoyable than a few minutes behind the stands," he said, his voice slightly muffled against her skin.

Lily turned around and kissed him soundly on the lips before getting out of bed. James couldn't help the pout that slipped out as she left. "And we can do that," she said as she tucked her feet into her shoes. "When you don't look like hell."

"Where are you going?"

"Upstairs."

"And you're leaving me all alone?"

"You need rest."

"I can rest with you."

She placed a hand on the partition and looked over her should at him. "You can't rest if you're snogging me," she said sternly. She picked up the invisibility cloak from where it hung amongst his quidditch gear. "And I'm certainly not going to snog you when your face looks like that of my sister's husband's." She threw on the cloak and disappeared.

"So you're just going to leave me?"

"Yes," came her disembodied voice.

"Not even with a goodbye kiss?" He felt something brush his cheek and by the time her turned around, hand outstretched, it was long gone. "Damn it, Evans."

The last thing he heard before she left was her muffled laughter followed by another undoubtedly witty quip that he didn't quite catch. James probably would have been a bit upset for the rest of his time in the Hospital Wing had he not awoken in the middle of the night and found the redhead sleeping besides him. He figured sometimes it was nice having Lily Evans as his girlfriend even though she could be a downright tease.

Last chapter I just made a brief mention of it, but Moments now has over a hundred reviews! *throws confetti and busts out celebratory champagne* So this is sort of the official thank you, so you know. Thank you to everyone who took the time to review- even if you didn't, thank you for reading my story. It means a lot. Mwah!

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