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“You egotistical, condescending jerk!”
“You forgot thick-headed—“
“I was getting there!” Lily snapped. “James Potter, if you ever come anywhere near me again, I will hex you until there won’t be enough of you left for Madame Pomfrey to fix!”
James grinned cheekily but took a careful step backwards, just in case—he did have a Quidditch team to lead to victory, after all. “Will you still be angry with me if I apologize?” He asked, still grinning.
Lily blew a stray piece of red hair out of her face and crossed her arms, her right hand still clutching her wand. “I’m always mad at you, Potter,” She said, but when he gave her the puppy-dog eyes her armor cracked. “But I suppose one apology couldn’t hurt.”
James’ face lit up and the cheeky smile was back. He got down on one knee and grabbed her hand, which she immediately pulled out of his grip. He ignored her and said, “Lily Evans, beautiful girl, love of my life, greatest witch of our time, will you please accept my sincerest apologies for my immature and stupid mistakes?”
“You really lay it on thick, don’t you?” Lily scoffed and turned to leave.
James hopped to his feet and strode in front of her, blocking her path out the door. “Just come for a butterbeer with me, Evans. Just one? What could it hurt?”
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” She said. “Now,” she raised her wand, “if you don’t kindly get out of my way I will make you move.”
James stepped closer so her wand was digging into his chest. He looked down at her, a smirk on his lips. “Is that an offer?”
James learned very quickly, that no, it was not her version of an offer. Madam Pomfrey didn’t even ask what had happened to him this time. All she said was, “Mr. Potter, I suggest you leave that poor Evans girl alone for a bit, yes?”
AN: My perfect couple. Sigh.
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, my name is not J.K. Rowling, and these beautiful characters are not mine.
“You forgot thick-headed—“
“I was getting there!” Lily snapped. “James Potter, if you ever come anywhere near me again, I will hex you until there won’t be enough of you left for Madame Pomfrey to fix!”
James grinned cheekily but took a careful step backwards, just in case—he did have a Quidditch team to lead to victory, after all. “Will you still be angry with me if I apologize?” He asked, still grinning.
Lily blew a stray piece of red hair out of her face and crossed her arms, her right hand still clutching her wand. “I’m always mad at you, Potter,” She said, but when he gave her the puppy-dog eyes her armor cracked. “But I suppose one apology couldn’t hurt.”
James’ face lit up and the cheeky smile was back. He got down on one knee and grabbed her hand, which she immediately pulled out of his grip. He ignored her and said, “Lily Evans, beautiful girl, love of my life, greatest witch of our time, will you please accept my sincerest apologies for my immature and stupid mistakes?”
“You really lay it on thick, don’t you?” Lily scoffed and turned to leave.
James hopped to his feet and strode in front of her, blocking her path out the door. “Just come for a butterbeer with me, Evans. Just one? What could it hurt?”
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” She said. “Now,” she raised her wand, “if you don’t kindly get out of my way I will make you move.”
James stepped closer so her wand was digging into his chest. He looked down at her, a smirk on his lips. “Is that an offer?”
James learned very quickly, that no, it was not her version of an offer. Madam Pomfrey didn’t even ask what had happened to him this time. All she said was, “Mr. Potter, I suggest you leave that poor Evans girl alone for a bit, yes?”
AN: My perfect couple. Sigh.
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, my name is not J.K. Rowling, and these beautiful characters are not mine.
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