“Do you know what bothers me about you, Potter?” She snapped to his retreating form.
“The hair? The quidditch? The ego? The mates? The attitude? I don’t know what it is this time, Evans. But let me know if I’m getting warmer.”
She scowled at his reply, and broke into a jog for a few metres just to catch up to him. Stepping quickly in front of him, she pushed her hand hard against his chest to stop him from walking. He could have easily walked right through the small redhead, but instead he stopped and stared down at her with an exasperated look.
“None of that bothers me.” She said simply, leaving her hand on his chest as she glared up at him. Her blood boiled as she watched him roll his eyes and look down at her with a bored expression; as though nothing she could say would change his mind.
She slapped him across the cheek, and silently he admitted to himself that he probably deserved that. He could feel himself being hostile towards her, yet he couldn’t stop.
“You’re so full of it. That’s what bothers me.”
“How am I ‘full of it’, Evans?” He asked heatedly, frowning down at her as he pushed her aside and set off down the hall once more.
“You talk such a big game, James ‘Quidditch Captain’ Potter - With all your motivational speeches, pep talks, and the ‘you’re only as good as you believe you are’ bullshit-” She snapped, glaring at his back as he walked away from her.
“How did you even hear about that?” He asked, running his hand through his hair as he stopped in his tracks and glanced back at her over his shoulder.
“Marlene. But that’s not the point-“
“So this is about how I treat my team?” he asked with an exasperated sigh, “Forget it, Evans. I’ve heard it all from you before anyway, and I really need to go see Dumbledore.” He said shortly, his hands in his pockets and his fist closing around the piece of metal in his pocket, his thumb grazing softly over the engraved ‘HB’ on the smooth surface.
“It’s about your bullshit. You tell your team to believe in themselves, yet when you’re given an opportunity that so many people would have killed for, an opportunity that could mean big things for you; and you’re willing to just throw it away because you’re scared that you’re not good enough.” She growled at him as she marched towards him once more, her arms crossing over her chest as she reached him.
“I’m not scared!” He snapped loudly, causing her to flinch away from him in response. He sighed, taking off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration as he murmured a little softer, “I’m not scared that I’m not good enough. I know that I’m not good enough,” Which earned himself yet another slap across the face from the redhead, “Stop slapping me, Evans!” he complained, holding his throbbing cheek as he glared down at her, while she rolled her eyes,
“I’ll stop slapping you when you stop being a prat.”
“Remus deserves it more than I do!” he said quickly, his hands buried in his trouser pockets once more as he found the badge, “He’s the clever one, the responsible one, the one that actually deserves to be Head Boy. He’s the one that deserves this.” He said, thrusting the badge in her direction.
“And you don’t?” she asked incredulously, taking a step towards him and snatching the badge from his open palm, “Bloody hell, James. You’re brilliant and kind and talented. Everyone loves you, students look up to you and I know that you’re well aware of all of this, despite how childish you’re being right now. ’You’re only as good as you believe you are’, Potter.”
He looked down at her, his eyebrows knitting in a frown as he thought for a moment, before sighing quietly, “Why do you even care, Lily?”
“Because this school deserves you, James. They deserve to have you as Head Boy,” She said simply, taking a step towards him and fastening the badge to his robes. She placed her hands on his shoulder and turned him gently so he was facing the closed window to his left. The dark sky outside offering his reflection for him to observe his appearance, to look at the badge now seated on his robes, “It suits you, James. Admit it.” She whispered to him, leaning up and brushing her lips against his cheek, “You wouldn’t be Head Boy if you didn’t deserve it, so just give yourself a chance, you might surprise yourself.” She added quietly with a small smile, before she turned away and walked off down the hallway, leaving him gazing at his own appearance a few seconds longer.
“Besides,” she called back to him, “I think we’d make a good team, don’t you?”