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24 Hours In A Locked Room...With James Potter by slytheringinny

Format: Short story
Chapters: 8
Word Count: 10,232

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature

Genres: Fluff, Humor, Romance
Characters: Lily, James, OC
Pairings: James/Lily

First Published: 05/20/2006
Last Chapter: 07/23/2006
Last Updated: 07/23/2006


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In response to Kei-Sainter's 24 Hour Challenge
'What are you doing?!' He had come back to his senses now, the effects of the curse fading.'Jinxing the door,' he said bluntly.'WHY!' I screamed, watching a silver light jolt out of his wand and at the door, which glowed faintly then returned to normal. 'What did you do!?' I moaned.'Jinxed it, Evans!' he replied back happily, a grin forming on his face. A bad bad bad grin.

Chapter 4: Oranges and Personal Space

CHAPTER FOUR: To Close For Comfort

**Around 11:00 AM**
**10 Hours To Go**

I was blatantly fed up with this!! Dammit I was so tired of sharing a room with him! And worse yet, I had to pee!! Heaven forbid James Potter was stupid enough to jinx the bathroom door! Merlin I swear if he had, I would have turned his face so ugly even Moaning Myrtle (who likes virtually any boy on the planet) won't even stand to look at him. I growled at Potter on my way getting up to go to the bathroom, a signal.

He looked up and gave me this confused face. He was playing chess by himself, he had enchanted the other pieces to play on their own accord seeing as I diligently refused to play with him. 'What's wrong?' he asked in an innocent voice.

'I have to go to the bathroom and if that door's jinxed too, you'd better hope 10 hours goes damn fast with you being alive,' I snarled.

James frowned and bit his lip. He looked anxious and wary as he watched me cross the line and to the bathroom door. I turned back to him before my attempt. 'I'm warning you,' I said through gritted teeth. He nodded vigorously, not wanting to set me off beforehand. I turned back to the door, looked at the doorknob and placed my fingertips mere millimeters away from touching it. My hand grasped the doorknob.

Then guess what?


That's what!

Absolutely nothing!

So surprised and happy I threw the door open, did my business (while taking my dear old time) and rushed back out, swinging the door shut with glee. I reclined back on the couch. 'Your lucky,' I stated to him. James glanced up from his tricky situation.

'I guess I am,' he stated uncertainly, as if he had done something else that wasn't found out yet, and even he didn't know what he did.

'Yes. You are,' I repeated, throwing my hands behind my head and sighing in relief.

'I guess I am,' he repeated himself, turning back to his chess board and sighing. I looked at his sad face, my smile falling. He looked so...what was that expression? Sad? Grievingly upset? Ashamed?

'What's wrong?' I asked, sitting up straight.

He looked up again. Even his eyes said the same emotion. He radiated it. 'It's very boring and' he mumbled something incoherently. I fleetingly thought he had said, 'I'm sorry for what I did to you.' Maybe he did! Maybe he wasn't so bad after all...

'What was that?' I said with a smile, flipping back my long hair again.

'You've got toilet paper on your shoe,' he said louder, biting his lip, holding back laughs.

My face. I swear to Merlin. Was the brightest it had ever been in my life. And that's counting the last 14 hours.

**1 O’clock**
**Only Eight Hours To Go**

After that not-so-pleasing incident, lunch had rolled around. Oh joy. Time for me to watch James Potter eat like a hog in front of me. Three cheers. Oh, no, wait, don't cheer. Please. I once again conjured up some more food, not so surprising. This time it was ham and cheese sandwiches, with apples and one orange (I love Oranges, not so fond of apples however) and some pumpkin juice. James also demanded I conjure some Chocolate Frogs. Why? I don't know. Don't ask me.

Over lunch, he explained some things to me. And I to him. 'So, you've known that Remus is a werewolf?' he asked me around a bite of ham and cheese.

I scowled and he swallowed and flashed me a grin. 'Yeah,' I said. 'I have. He's told me.' I decided to make a rude comment, like he always had to me. 'I guess that's because he's the only sensible one out of you four raving lunatics.'

James rolled his eyes and continued to eat. Wow. I got James Godric Potter speechless on a comeback. Amazing.

'What else do you know about the famous marauders?' he asked me, finishing up his fourth sandwich. (Yes, I know, amazing considering he's so thin). He smiled again and I found myself staring into his eyes before I actually answered his question.

'That Peter's a wimp, Sirius is a 'player', I really don't know how many times he's tried to hit on me but it never works,' it's because I like you 'And that you're the ring-leader,' I stated.

'Is that really what's been going around about us?' he asked in awe.

I nearly choked on my last bite of cheese. 'Are you kidding?! Haven't you heard what all people are talking about!?' I gaped. People were talking constantly about their rule-breaking, which one of them had detention that night, and how they claimed they were madly in love with one of them, normally James and Sirius. And I, at these comments, for some reason, always blush intensely at them.

'Apparently not. All I hear about is how many times I've asked you out and you've declined, I think I'm on 721, and that's just last year,' said James with a frown, evident that a yes wouldn't be coming soon in the future.

You never know, my opinion of you just might sway, a stray thought popped into my mind. ARG! I hate when they always seem to pop in at the right moments. My mind works in odd ways! 'Well...maybe you should be more nice to me then shouldn't you?' I asked with a flirty sense. Oops. Didn't mean that to happen.

He blushed and absentmindedly grabbed a piece of fruit not knowing what he picked up. He took a bite of it. I stared at him, open mouthed. 'What?' he asked with a mouth full No. That. Was. My. Orange.

'You're eating my orange!!!'

He spat it out immediately. 'I'm so sorry!' he said quickly and truthfully, picking up the discarded, wet, soggy, half-chewed pieces with a paper towel. 'Sorry, Lily, Sorry!' He seemed panicky.

I inwardly laughed, but outwardly scowled and reached to go pick up the chewed pieces in the towel, conveniently at the same time he did. Our noses bumped and we looked up at each other. I could feel his breath on my skin. Gulp.

He grabbed the towel and vanished it with his wand. 'To close for comfort there,' he muttered, his cheeks as pink as ever.

Mine were too. 'Yeah, personal space,' I mumbled.

Author's Notes: You reviewers are fiesty! Gosh, now I'm gonna have to move and if I move...I won't have internet for a while!! *oops..* I shouldn't have said that! Never mind I'm not moving! But you'll never find me! I'm invisible! MUWHAHA!
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