"Hey Lily, whatcha reading?" James asked, sliding his hand over to wrap his arm around her shoulders.
"Do you want to keep that hand Potter?" she asked, not even bothering to look up from her reading.
"Watch it, Evans!" James said, quickly removing his hands, though his mischievous smirk was still smeared across his surprised expression, "You wouldn't want to ruin such a handsome face now would you?"
"Well that BLEW UP IN YOUR FACE Prongs!" Padfoot laughed ten minutes later when a sulking James shuffled up to them, hair disheveled and soot smothering his face.
"Shuddup," James moped as his friends continued to guffaw and joke at his expense.
Oh poor ol' James, going about things in all the wrong ways. Still love him though.
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