Disclaimer: The characters belong to JKR. The plot (what there is of it) is mine!

Note: This can be read as a companion piece to Distractions, as this more or less picks up where that left off. However, it can also be read alone! Once again, I am relatively new to the world of drabbles, so concrit will always be appreciated! Thank you!

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For James Potter, some things in life were inevitable.

Like the fact that his hair would be inevitably messy, the lenses of his glasses inevitably smudged, the tie around his neck inevitably loose, the tails of his shirt inevitably un-tucked. That whenever something went wrong, McGonagall would inevitably suspect the Marauders as the culprits. That no matter how little work he did, he'd always manage to at least Exceed Expectations in his schoolwork.

Sometimes, James became carried away with inevitabilities.

This time, though, he was fairly sure that so far as inevitabilities went, the chance of Lily Evans' slap was a fairly large one looming on his horizon.

She broke away from his lips and with that one fluid movement – yes, here it came – slap!

"You tricked me!"

James opened his eyes for the express purpose of rolling them. "I did not. You were doing a fantastic job of convincing me that I was dreaming – right up until the point where you slapped me."

Lily blushed. "I was?"

For James, falling for Lily had always been inevitable.

He grinned at her, and she groaned, looking away.

"Do not look at me like that, James Potter."

"Why not?"

Her voice was scarce more than a whisper. "Because I'm beginning to forget why I hate you."

Sirius had always told him that Lily falling for him was inevitable, too.

As she moved to stand, James grabbed Lily's hand, dragging her back down beside him. "Lily – wait."

"I can't," she whispered, almost sadly.

She stared determinedly at the rug, so intently that she didn't notice him shift closer.

"Not even if I do this?"

The feeling James experienced when he kissed Lily Evans – that had always been inevitable.

James Potter lived for inevitabilities.