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L/J
Title - For the Love of Scrabble
Area - Harry Potter
Pairing - Lily/James
Rating - G
Lately, I have been feeling as if I hardly belong to the communites anymore, so just a short little fic, written in under ten, but hey, just work with it.
Part 2: Scrabble.
All had been going brilliantly for Lily Evans.
Here she was in seventh year, contently tucked under her pink blanket, in the heads common room, playing a game of scrabble against herself.
Anyone else, namely James Potter, had decided her playing against herself in a board game, not to mention a strange Muggle one which seemed content on testing adults spelling capabilities, was a very strange thing indeed.
However, when one was as terrible at Scrabble as Lily was, one had to make compromises in order to achieve anything.
And so there she was, for the majority of night when she had finished her study, read at least a chapter of any book which might be in anyway related to a class, and made sure everything in her room was back in place.
Although, these tasks were not always simple. Oh no, no, no. For one James Potter seemed to have free reign of the common room also, which would make sense considering he was head boy.
Of course, Lily had no grudges against him after the aftermath of the Quidditch accident, but she could not let him interrupt her game of Scrabble. For if he played, that would complicate things, for one, he might win. Which would be terrible on its own.
But then again, Lily had always been the one to get cocky, so when four minutes past, and the familiar voice of James whining breeched her ears she bit her lip in contemplation.
James, had never played it before, and it even seemed like the boy was unable to say the name of the game.
And so it was, this once, James Potter had been allowed to play Scrabble.
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“How the hell did you even manage that?!” Lily scowled at the words in front of her as she simply placed the three letters ‘cat’ on the board.
James just smirked edging closer to her. “I’m cold you should share the blanket.”
“Its hot in here anyway James.”
“Then why do you have a blanket?”
“Its comfortable.”
…
“James! That’s a name!”
“Nooo it’s a FLOWER!” He pointed out happily as he waved the dictionary in front of her nose.
“So… you want to go out with a flower?”
“Point taken.”
Lily glared at his five words ‘Go out with me, Lily’ Glancing back at her bunch. ‘Cat, grass, fly, pen.’
She was loosing to someone who had never even played the game.
Sighing she changed her tiles.
“James… I’m warning you…”
“Hey! The words in the dictionary.” He grinned as he placed the ‘y’ on the end of ‘sex’
Huffing Lily gave him a shove.
“Ooo playing dirty now Lil’s? That’s fine by me.”
Lily jumped back narrowly avoiding his stretched out arms.
“You. Should. Go out with me.”
“Oh yeah? And why have you come to that conclusion?”
James just grinned once again.
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“Sooo… I won?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Yes”
“B—“
“James shut up.”
“But I wo-“
“If you don’t shut up you won’t even remember it.”
“Ahh that’s not fair, that makes us even now.”
“What are you on about James?”
“Last year, in the old Heads room?”
“James, remember, that is a not to be mentioned topic.”
“Says who?”
“Me.”
“I still won this one, therefore we are equal, unless you want to change the score?” He winked before backing her into the wall. “Which I would also be totally okay with…”
Lily ducked as James moved in to kiss her once again.
“Go to bed James.”
“Come with me Lily?”
"Goodnight James Potter.” Picking up the scrabble board she ran up the stairs to her dorm.
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And so, the game was on; For who would ever think that Lily Evans, the perfectionist, would leave a game on a tie.
All had been going brilliantly for Lily Evans.
Here she was in seventh year, contently tucked under her pink blanket, in the heads common room, playing a game of scrabble against herself.
Anyone else, namely James Potter, had decided her playing against herself in a board game, not to mention a strange Muggle one which seemed content on testing adults spelling capabilities, was a very strange thing indeed.
However, when one was as terrible at Scrabble as Lily was, one had to make compromises in order to achieve anything.
And so there she was, for the majority of night when she had finished her study, read at least a chapter of any book which might be in anyway related to a class, and made sure everything in her room was back in place.
Although, these tasks were not always simple. Oh no, no, no. For one James Potter seemed to have free reign of the common room also, which would make sense considering he was head boy.
Of course, Lily had no grudges against him after the aftermath of the Quidditch accident, but she could not let him interrupt her game of Scrabble. For if he played, that would complicate things, for one, he might win. Which would be terrible on its own.
But then again, Lily had always been the one to get cocky, so when four minutes past, and the familiar voice of James whining breeched her ears she bit her lip in contemplation.
James, had never played it before, and it even seemed like the boy was unable to say the name of the game.
And so it was, this once, James Potter had been allowed to play Scrabble.
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“How the hell did you even manage that?!” Lily scowled at the words in front of her as she simply placed the three letters ‘cat’ on the board.
James just smirked edging closer to her. “I’m cold you should share the blanket.”
“Its hot in here anyway James.”
“Then why do you have a blanket?”
“Its comfortable.”
…
“James! That’s a name!”
“Nooo it’s a FLOWER!” He pointed out happily as he waved the dictionary in front of her nose.
“So… you want to go out with a flower?”
“Point taken.”
Lily glared at his five words ‘Go out with me, Lily’ Glancing back at her bunch. ‘Cat, grass, fly, pen.’
She was loosing to someone who had never even played the game.
Sighing she changed her tiles.
“James… I’m warning you…”
“Hey! The words in the dictionary.” He grinned as he placed the ‘y’ on the end of ‘sex’
Huffing Lily gave him a shove.
“Ooo playing dirty now Lil’s? That’s fine by me.”
Lily jumped back narrowly avoiding his stretched out arms.
“You. Should. Go out with me.”
“Oh yeah? And why have you come to that conclusion?”
James just grinned once again.
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“Sooo… I won?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Yes”
“B—“
“James shut up.”
“But I wo-“
“If you don’t shut up you won’t even remember it.”
“Ahh that’s not fair, that makes us even now.”
“What are you on about James?”
“Last year, in the old Heads room?”
“James, remember, that is a not to be mentioned topic.”
“Says who?”
“Me.”
“I still won this one, therefore we are equal, unless you want to change the score?” He winked before backing her into the wall. “Which I would also be totally okay with…”
Lily ducked as James moved in to kiss her once again.
“Go to bed James.”
“Come with me Lily?”
"Goodnight James Potter.” Picking up the scrabble board she ran up the stairs to her dorm.
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And so, the game was on; For who would ever think that Lily Evans, the perfectionist, would leave a game on a tie.
