Hazy

by birchermuesli

Title: Hazy
Author: birchermuesli
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Humour
Disclaimer: Hazy is a fanfiction based upon characters and situations owned or created by J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros. Inc., Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and other publishers. No money is being made and no copyright infringement is intended.

Author's Notes:

Hey there! So, I'm almost at the end of my other Lily/James fanfiction Wake Up and I've had requests to write a sequel. Unfortunately, I'll probably be too hard-pressed for time this year (school etc.) to do so, but this little idea just sprung up on me a few minutes ago, so I quickly wrote it down. I might continue with this throughout the year, judging on how well I think it's faring. :)

This will be a series of drabbles - how many, I'm not too sure. I've never done one of these before.

Enjoy! :)

1. Watch

Sunday night, Gryffindor Common Room.

Lily is staring at her feet. She's wearing black flats – plain leather, with a small bow at the toes. They are very cute and sweet, very Lily-like. She flexes her foot, a small creasing forming between her brows.

A voice disturbs the silence. "Hey Evans."

Her head shoots up, eyes instinctively narrowing. It's Potter – of course it's Potter. He's walking up towards her – his white shirt is untucked and the first two buttons are out.

It's kind of hot.

He takes a seat next to her on the couch about a hand length's away – not too close, but not too far either. Lily opens her mouth, but she can't figure out what to say. "Um," she finally stammers. She realises shamefully that her cheeks are heating up – they would be sporting a lovely shade of tomato red in a few moments.

James cocks a brow at her inability to speak, cracking a charming grin. "You okay there?" he asks with an unhidden amusement.

"Yes," she replies quickly, averting her face from his vision. She nibbles on her lip – it has become a habit of hers, when she's trying to think over something or make a big decision.

Arrogant toerag, she chants in her heat. Arrogant toerag, arrogant toerag...

The fire in front of them crackles, causing her to jerk suddenly.

"Evans?"

"Yes?" she says in a small voice.

James looks like he's about to say something, but then closes his mouth again. Instead, he taps the leather watch on his wrist. Lily is momentarily taken by surprise – she hasn't seen it before. It's certainly expensive-looking. The strap is a deep chocolate brown, and the clock is outlined with gold. Very nice, probably a birthday gift from his Auror parents.

"It's almost midnight," he remarks. "You should get to bed."

Thanks for reading. :) I would love to know what you all think!

~ birchermuesli