A/N: A Drabble collection for the beautiful AJ. My darling, I'm so sorry you had to start school but I'm happy you're enjoying it. Have some OTP drabbles as a present.

Prompt: "Don't you have to be stupid somewhere else?"/"Not until four."

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"Potter," Lily Evans said tiredly, massaging her temples. "Don't you have to be stupid somewhere else?"

"Not until four." James stretched, his shirt riding up, and Lily tried to stop her eyes from following the V tone of his muscles-

Focus, Lily. She told herself.

Lily pressed her lips into a thin, annoyed line. "How about anyone else to bother? Black, McKinnon or Pettigrew, even Remus would be preferable, honestly."

James rolled his eyes.

"Padfoot and Marly got detention from their midnight excursion. I lost Wormtail in the Hufflepuff common room and Moony…" James trailed off, frowning. "I have no idea where he is. Probably getting intimate with a library book somewhere."

Lily resisted the urge to snort at the apt description of Remus's daily activity. This was Potter, after all, she couldn't let him get to her.

James beamed at her, his face so genuinely earnest. "So Evans, what were you up to?"

Lily tried her hardest not to blush and failed miserably. "I was trying to braid my hair, if you must know."

James's eyebrows furrowed. "Trying?"

"Yes, Potter, trying," Lily snapped. "Not all of us are blessed with the ability to be good at everything we do."

James held his hands up in surrender. "Woah, sorry Evans. Didn't realize it was a sore point with you."

"Yes, well," Lily said flusteredly, attempting to regain her composure. "It is."

James grinned at her. "Don't worry, Evans, you're in luck."

"Oh, and why is that?" Lily remarked dryly. "Your company is putting a damper in any luck I may have."

"I can braid," James said brightly, ignoring Lily's remark. "Marly made me learn, she said it was my duty as her friend."

Lily smirked at the mental image of a tiny and arrogant James Potter attempting to braid badass Marlene Mckinnon's hair.

"Hey, stop laughing!" James said with a mock glare, his eyes shining with barely repressed glee.

Lily laughed harder.

"Fine then, I guess I won't offer to braid your hair right now."

Lily stopped short. "No, wait, Potter-"

"Kidding," James said with a laugh. "If you want, I'll do your hair for you, but you have to promise me something."

Lily eyed him suspiciously. Knowing Potter, he could want anything. "I'm not going on a date with you."

"I didn't ask you to, Evans," James said, raising an eyebrow. "But I do like that that's where your mind first when to."

"Then what do you want, Potter?" Lily snapped, trying to ignore her burning cheeks.

James smiled softly. "Call me James. It's my name."

Lily stared at him for a second. That's it? Just that simple?

"Okay, James," Lily said, unable to resist her blush. It was so much more intimate somehow to call him James than Potter. "Start braiding."

James smiled again and motioned her to turn. As Lily rotated, James thread his fingers through her hair, tugging the hair at the crown and beginning to braid.

Lily closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of her hair being off her shoulders. It was refreshing to feel air on the back of her neck.

"I'm done!" James announced and Lily jerked up in shock.

The braid felt smooth to her touch, falling down straight and tight. Lily's eyes widened in surprise. So Potter hasn't been kidding!

"Thank you, James," Lily said gratefully. "You're surprisingly decent at braiding."

James winked. "Part of my charm, Lils."

Lily rolled her eyes but a smile tugged at her lips. Perhaps he wasn't that bad sometimes.

"Among other things though, if you know what I mean."

Or maybe he was.

(Either way though, she was invested enough to want to find out.)