I own nothing. Be warned, smut ahead.

Yeah, Lily really just can't argue with James.

"No, James!"

"Come on, just give me one more look!"

"Do you want to fail your NEWTs?" Lily glared at him from her spot on his bed, papers strewn across his sheets. James winked at her.

"I'm not going to fail, you know it. Besides, if I don't see your notes, I might. And do you really want that on your conscience?" For the last five minutes he had been trying to pry her Potions notes away from her, in what was turning out to be a very unproductive study session. The dorm was empty; Sirius, Remus and Peter had all gone in search of the library instead.

"James Potter. Are you telling me that after seven years you don't even have your own Potions notes?" She looked furious.

"Why do I need to take notes? It's a boring subject, anyway." His hand slowly crept along the edge of the bed towards a neatly printed piece of parchment.

"Don't you dare." She snatched it out of his way, looking flustered. With barely a week to go before their exams, Lily was at her limit. Stress had overcome her, and James could barely even sneak in a quick kiss. "You are honestly the most ridiculously arrogant person I know. Did you expect to pass with flying colours just like that?" James shrugged, grinning. She rolled her eyes. "Don't give me that look. Honestly, I don't even know why I put up with you and that fat head. You haven't changed a bit." She looked back down at her book, turning away from him slightly.

"Aw, come on, that's not fair. I've grown up, haven't I?" He leaned closer to her, trying to get her to smile.

"An infinitesimally small amount, perhaps. But you're still arrogant enough to think that you'll get through your exams without lifting a finger. It's pathetic." At that, James shifted a few pages and moved beside her.

"Lily, please stop stressing out. You'll be fine." He tried to put an arm around her, but she stopped him.

"Shut up. I hate you, Potter. I hate you and your big head that seems to be able to hold all the information you'll ever need so you can breeze through your exams." James sighed.

"Lily, you're the smartest in our year."

"I am not! Besides, spending all this time with you probably hasn't done anything to help my grades!" She tried in vain to push him away.

"What? When was the last time you even kissed me?" James suddenly got a very mischievous thought into his head. "I think someone needs a shag," he said, in an incredibly annoying singsong voice. Lily slapped him.

"How can you think about that at a time like this? Merlin help me, I hate you." James pretended to pout, then quickly whipped her book out of her hands, kissing her full on the mouth. Caught by surprise, it took her a few moments to pull away.

"James! Not now!"

"Why not?"

"Because you are an insensitive-" But she didn't get another word out. James had pinned her hands behind her and kissed her again, but this time she retaliated, latching her mouth onto his and kissing him back angrily.

"Don't think this changes anything, you pr-"

"Shh, less talking, more snogging. Channel your anger into screwing me." He smirked against her mouth as she began to tear away his shirt. His glasses askew, he flicked his wand, vanishing their clothes. No time for slow seduction. He chuckled, flicking at her earlobe with his tongue as she moaned beneath him.

"Still feel like studying?" She could have hit him again.

"Don't you even think about stopping, James Potter." He grinned wickedly.

"Wouldn't dream of it." He quickly thrust up into her, neither of them caring that their shouts of pleasure could probably be heard from downstairs. James' eyes squeezed shut, his hands roaming across her body. Who needed exams, really? She was all he needed to get by. Lily, with her big brain and beautiful eyes and fiery personality. Who happened to be whimpering and mumbling his name into his chest. James leant down and nibbled along her neck, kissing and licking, which pushed her over the edge.

"James!" she yelled, her climaxing washing over her. He felt her convulse around him and he let go as well, his hips jerking against her as he rode out his pleasure. They fell back onto the bed, gasping and panting.

"Why do I even bother arguing with you?" James laughed quietly, shrugging, curling up into her.

"Makes for good sex?" She rolled her eyes.

"You're still a prat. My prat. I love you, James."