Good Use

By: Lady DeathAngel

Disclaimer: I don't own them, I'm just borrowing them for a bit. Of course they belong to the great, JK Rowling. ^.^

Warnings: fluff. Lotsa fluff.

A/N: this is just a short little ficlet that popped into my head the other night, was put in my journal and is now occupying space here. Hope you enjoy it!

The timing couldn't have been worse. Yes, Lily Evans was used to James Potter happening on her at inopportune times, but this? This had to be the worse. And of course he just stood there, calm as you please.

"Didn't know you made a habit of talking to yourself, Evans." he said glibly.

She bristled at the comment and especially his tone.

"I don't." she shot back, immediately wondering why, of all comebacks, that was the best she could come up with.

"Only where I'm concerned, then?"

And while it normally might have been made as a biting remark, this time he seemed simply curious. So she shrugged.

"Maybe."

He didn't make a move toward her. Just stood and stared and made her flush and bite her lip. Merlin, but he made her as jumpy as a cornered rabbit. Finally she got tired of it and narrowed her eyes at him in a glare.

"What?" she asked irritably.

And that's when he did it. He smiled at her. A small one at first that gradually grew larger and larger.

"You like me." It was a statement, and one that she couldn't argue.

He took a step closer, that idiotic grin making her stomach jump.

"You really like me."

"Oh, stop!" she said huffily. Because if he kept talking, she'd have to find a way to shut him up. And there were only so many ways to do that. Slap him, like usual, or kiss him, like she wanted.

"You really, really . . ." and there was no real way around it now. She stopped him, mid-sentence, with her lips.

He went still in shock, but only for a moment. Then he sighed and kissed her back softly, letting her have control, keeping his arms at his sides. Which was all well and good, but she wouldn't mind having him hold her. She was letting him kiss her after all. So she pressed her body against his, tangled her fingers in his oh-so-soft hair, and touched her tongue to his lips. He groaned softly and she smiled.

This, she decided, was nice. This was perfect. Her and James together. Kissing instead of arguing. Holding each other and quite possibly starting a relationship. But most importantly, this was bliss. James Potter, quiet for once and finally putting that big mouth to good use.