Blithering Mc Gonagall

Lily stares at a very shirtless James during quidditch practice and is caught by Remus <3 ily

Lily Evans hated Quidditch, at least, she thought so when James Potter would go on about it in the common room during their first year.

Though, she was always an active participant while discussing it with her friends- Mary, Dorcas and Marlene- in the privacy of their dormitory.

She was more than ecstatic when Marlene was chosen as the Gryffindor beater in their second year.

Yet, she went back to hating it when Potter announced that he was selected as the chaser for the Gryffindor team too.

And so, Lily’s relationship with Quidditch was an on and off one. Sometimes she disliked it, and sometimes she liked it.

It all depended on her mood, really.

And that mood always had something to do with James Potter.

But, here she was, just at the ripe old age of 17, at the Quidditch pitch, just to watch the Gryffindor team practice.

Attending the Gryffindor team’s- or any other team’s, for that matter- Quidditch practices was not really her forte. Though, looking back on it, she should have, after all, her best mate was on the team.

At least, she has the novel she borrowed yesterday from the library, to accompany her.

That’ll do. She can just read the book as she pretends that the Captain of the team’s biceps aren’t looking that hot when he makes the team do push-ups. That’ll have to do for now.

She ignores the way his shoulders flex in his- somehow- tight Quidditch gear as he passes the Quaffle to Isla Spinnet, the fifth year chaser.

She also ignores the way he removes his Quidditch gear after the practice is over- Wait, What?

Oh Merlin.

She can’t ignore that now, can she?

It won’t hurt to try. And so she tries to go back to reading the book, peacefully, like she was before she knew shirtless James Potter existed.

She’s not thinking about the way he actually has abs and Sirius wasn’t joking when he said that to her on Halloween.

Oh Merlin, those abs.

He’s making the team do stretches now, apparently the training session wasn’t over yet.

That is not good for Lily’s physical and mental health.

Just read, Lily!

She averts her eyes back to the book successfully, for two seconds. It wouldn’t be that bad to peek a glance at James, would it?

“Whatcha staring at, Lily?” Lily was just fine, ogling James, from the privacy of the stands and the fact that the boy was half blind. But, Remus just had to creep up behind her and ask that, making her jump almost a foot in the air.

“Remus! You almost scared the crap outta me.” Lily clutches a hand to her chest.

“Oh I’m so sorry.” Remus, at least, looks apologetic, even though the mischievous twinkle in his eye hasn’t vanished.

“Right. What did you want?” She asks, trying so hard to keep the red off her face.

“I think the real question is, what do you want?” Smirks, Remus.

It should have been physically impossible for Lily to blush more, but she does. “What do you mean, Remus?” At least, she succeeds in keeping a straight face.

“I think you know what I mean.” Lily wants nothing more than to hex that smirk off his face.

Well, she does want one thing.

But she will not go there. “I don’t, really.” She tries to be as convincing as possible and the effort is futile, as expected.

“Hmm and here I was thinking that you wanted to snog my mate, James over there,” the bastard points to James, who is- thankfully- still shirtless, giving instructions to the team.

“I have no idea why you’d think that, Remus.” Somehow, her voice is even.

“Damn. Sirius was right, you are difficult to crack.” Just as Lily was about to open her mouth, Remus interrupts her, “I was hoping we could start working on the assignment Vector gave us, before dinner?”

“Oh, yeah sure,” she says, trying to not overthink whatever Sirius would have said about her.

“Do you want to go and say hi to James before we head out?” Remus' face is all innocent for someone whose suggestion is villainous.

“No.”

He laughs. “You coming?” He says, instead, already walking ahead of her.

“Yeah, go ahead. I need to pack up.”

As soon as Remus is out of sight, she chances a look at James again.

“I love Quidditch,” she sighs.