Authors Note: Ew. Ewewew. I don't like this one. As per usual: No beta's, less than 24 hours to write it, but this time I don't have a list to go on for prompts. We'll see how that works.

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"Oi, Evans. I need my scarf back."

Lily turned around quickly, her plait swinging around to land on her shoulder with a bounce. She plastered a grin to her face as she hid her hands behind her back, a streak of red and gold disappearing.

"What scarf?" She asked, cocking her head to the side in a way that screamed anything but innocence to James. "I honestly don't know what you're talking about."

"You're honestly unbelievable," James laughed, shaking his head. He stepped towards her and her eyes widened as she took a step back.

"So I've been told."

He watched her carefully. "What's behind your back?"

"Nothing." She stayed generally quiet, her words short and choppy where they usually flowed like poetry.

"It's really important that you tell me."

She raised an eyebrow questioningly, waving a hand in the air as if to swat his words away. "It's inconsequential, really."

"I know it's my scarf."

"What scarf?"

"I feel like we've been through this already."

They had been through it already. They were talking in circles, which seemed to be happening often. It was because he was too busy staring her to listen and she prated on for so long that even she didn't know what she was talking about after a while. It was because they made each other nervous, in the butterflies-in-your-stomach sort of way.

Lily shrugged, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. She showed a bit of the scarf in the process, sighing when it came into view.

"Scarf, Evans," He said, holding out his hand. She hit it, her fingers brushing against his and warming suddenly when she pulled it back.

"Not going to happen, Potter," She tied the scarf around her neck, smirking at him.

"It's going to happen."

"I don't think so."

He squatted slightly in front of her, glaring with furrowed eyebrows. He gripped the fringed end of the scarf, pulling Lily so close to him that she could smell the leather of Quidditch and he felt little pieces of frizz from her hair against his forehead.

"Are you warm?" He asked quietly. She nodded.

"It's the scarf."

"I'll just take it, then. We don't want you getting too hot."

He pulled it away from her, putting it directly on his shoulders with a wink.

I finally came up with an idea on my own! I guess the concept was alright, Lily wearing James' scarf, but this didn't go where I wanted it to and Lord knows I don't like when that happens. Please review and leave prompts!