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"Potter! Where did you put it!" She demanded, standing in the doorway of his dormitory, her hands balled into fists.

"Put what?" He asked innocently, looking up from his potions textbook in surprise.

"You know what," she growled through gritted teeth.

"Lily, I haven't the faintest idea of what you're talking about," he said calmly as he shut his book and blinked up at her.

"MY JOURNAL!" She roared furiously, her face turning bright scarlet. "WHERE THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU PUT IT?!"

"Evans is that you bellowing?" Sirius called from the common room. "The whole castle can hear you, Merlin!"

"Shut up Sirius," she snapped, her eyes flashing at the door before flicking back to James to subject him to her death stare. She whipped out her wand and flicked it vehemently.

"Accio Journal!"

She looked around the room expectantly but nothing happened. She turned her attention back to James to see him watching her thoughtfully.

"If I had hidden something, and I'm not saying that I did, I would definitely have thought to protect from a simple summoning charm," he said with a smile.

"Bugger off Potter."

"Not feeling very chipper today, are we?" James asked cheerfully.

Lily narrowed her eyes and stepped toward him threateningly. Lying down, hands behind his head, he looked up at her with one eyebrow arched mockingly. She stood over him, and when she spoke her voice was quiet but dangerous.

"I'm not playing Potter. Give me my journal. Or I swear I will wreak havoc on your cushy little life and cause you misery wherever you go." She breathed hotly, her green eyes glinting.

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he got to his feet, towering over the tiny redhead with hands on her hips who stared defiantly up at him.

"You really want that journal don't you?" he asked in a low voice. "Something tells me that you want it back so bad because you're terrified of what I might learn if I were to read it. What have you written in there Evans? Afraid I might find out you think I'm a little more than a toerag?" He asked challengingly.

She quivered, he had struck a nerve. She shook her head and mouthed wordlessly, squinting up at him and refusing to step back and give him even an inch.

"Don't even kid yourself," she jeered, trying her best to sound as snarky as possible. "Just give me the journal," she demanded in an authoritative voice, yet her outreached and expectant hand shook slightly and did not go unnoticed by James.

Finally, he relented, shrugging his shoulders, and turning toward his wardrobe. He opened the top drawer, swished his wand casually and extracted a thin, brown, moleskin journal. He pivoted towards her and held it out to her. She snatched it from his hand and heaved a sigh of relief. He expected her to storm out but instead she stood there, feet together, looking far less intimidating and clutching the journal tightly against her chest, with an uncertain look on her face.

"I didn't read it," he said quietly, feeling suddenly guilty.

"Really?" she asked in a small voice.

"Really," he assured her.

She bit her lip and cast her eyes down at the floor before looking up at him in confusion.

"Then why'd you bother taking it?"

He sat back down on his bed, hands gripping the edge of his mattress. He shrugged again and gave her a sidelong look.

"I knew it'd make you come up here, didn't matter to me if you'd come up here mad, as long as you came," he admitted with a wry smile.

She looked at him in mingled puzzlement and disapproval before turning to leave.

"Well, I'm going to study," she said a little awkwardly as she inched out the door. "But next time, lure me here with a snack or something."

All he could do was lay back down and grin at ceiling.

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