So apparently my brain feels like being productive. Eh, can't complain, because I usually take AGES to update.

This one is completely AU, hope you don't mind. I seem to have a penchant for this kind of stories.

This is actually inspired from one of my friends, who I just now realized is the epitome of Pre-Lily James. I'll have to remember to tell him that when I get back to school. Anyways, he's in track and everyone makes fun of him for having to wear tights. And voila. You've got this drabble.

You'll find some humor in there, if you squint. I realized I haven't been writing anything remotely humorous, so I decided to lighten up a bit.

Prompt: Tights

Rating: T for some language.

Enjoy!

Lily Evans was currently watching the track meet at her high school with her best friend Alice Prewett. She didn't even really WANT to be here, but did Alice care? Noooo. So now Lily was obligated to sit on the bleachers on a hot day when she was perfectly content to just go home.

Lily spared a glance at a certain black-haired boy preparing to run his 800m race. She noted that he was wearing track tights and his tush was pointed up into the air.

'Hmm. Not bad…' She shook her head a second later, for this was James Potter's bottom she was thinking about! And Lily Evans certainly did NOT go about admiring male butts. Especially not James Potters.

Lily's arm was yanked by Alice as the race started. Lily had no idea why Alice was so excited, her boyfriend Frank wouldn't be running until later. "Lily! Oh come on Lily! Show at least some enthusiasm!"

In response, Lily gave a weak "Yay." Honestly, she didn't even WANT to be here. The things she did for Alice.

The race finished, and of course, James won. Not surprising really, considering his record for athleticism. Throughout their high school years he'd been voted MVP more times than she cared to remember.

Alice dragged Lily down, and off the bleachers to greet James. Lily groaned inwardly. "Alice, why must you torture me so?" She asked pleadingly.

"Oh please, Lily. I'm just pushing along the inevitable. And don't deny it Lily." Said girl had no time to reply, for at that moment James had spotted them and ran over to where they were with practiced grace.

"Hey Prewett." He nodded his acknowledgement. "Lily flower." Lily rolled her eyes as Alice tried to hold back a squeal. There was nothing attractive about the young man standing in front of her, all sweaty from his race. Nope. Nothing at all. Though he did have really nice eyes. And she did admit that his tush wasn't anything bad to look at.

Lily shook her head. No. This was James Potter!

Lily watched his face for an oncoming invitation to a date, preparing herself to say no. He never had the chance to though, because James' coach called him over, and he left with the same grace as he'd come.

Lily caught herself staring at his tush as he left and cursed inwardly.

'Damn him and his track tights.'

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