Fragments Of Unconnected Conversations
A collection of Lily's and James' One-shots by MorningDawn and shyangell
Summary: Lily. The Marauders. Two separate worlds. Read trough the conversations and a bunch of funny situations as James and Lily come closer and closer.
Pairing: James/Lily
DISCLAIMER: All the fictional characters appearing in this fanfiction story are not mine, they're J.; and they are being used with the only purpose of personal entertaiment.
Conversation on patrol
It was an October evening, and the two Heads, James and Lily, were going on their routine patrol trough the school corridors. They were immersed in friendly chatter in order to kill time. They talked about everything and about nothing. About simple things: quidditch (he more than her), the last transfiguration class (she more than him), the obsession of Professor Slughorn with collecting good students and Sirius' obvious dislike of it… it was an arrangement she was beginning to like.
- So what are you going to do when you graduate? - she asked him, really curious, for he never talked much about future plans - …I suppose you'll keep playing Quidditch? - she smiled at him. - They say you're good enough for playing professional. Fabian says the national selection would definitely be interested.
- Me... - he said baffled and flattered both - playing professional? And throw to waste such a brilliant mind… only to retire at thirty? No way! - He said in a pompous way.
Some things will never change, she thought.
- So then what is the Greatest-Chaser-Gryffindor-Has-Ever-Known going to do?- she said playfully.
- Mmm… don't know. Probably I will enter the Ministry, just like my dad. – He said earnestly – But I would like to be an auror.
- Really? - he nodded. - Do you really think in putting your life in danger as a nice job?
- Yes! It's a great profession! Not everybody can do it, you know. Maybe if you look at it with your little competitive mind you'll find it more attractive.
- That's not what I was meaning! But Potter, there is a war going on! – she exclaimed. – it is one thing to enter the corps and be caught in all of this after, than enter directly when things are worse off!
- At least I will have the chance to help the people that can't help themselves. If everyone chickens out, then who is going to protect the ones that don't want to fight when the old dogs retire? – he defended vehemently. – And you? What do you wanna do?
- I always wanted to be a healer. - he smiled in her direction.
- And a fine healer you'd be. - she blushed.
- Well, I'll take that as a compliment.
- You should, you really should. - he said straight-faced. – You're the kind type.
Oh! How she hated when he did this, because she simply couldn't stop blushing (at least mentally). Why was that, all of a sudden, he made her feel this way… this special… she shook her head. It couldn't be.
She was NOT falling for James… sorry, Potter. And with that they went on with the work at hand, patrolling (and giving detention to an obviously lost Hufflepuff third year near the kitchens that night as only main incidence).