Author's Note: This being my thirtieth story, I sort of wanted to write something that was a combination of all I like to write about. Romance, humor, pain, the human heart. So, this is a montage of emotions and moments with Lily and James, each one represented by a different color. Please read and review and let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: All characters and plot elements belong to J.K. Rowling. I own nothing.
She'd never imagined that James Potter was capable of blushing until now. She'd never once fathomed that he was even capable of any emotion remotely close to embarrassment, let alone that such an emotion would show on his features. They'd been dating for a month now—enough time to become familiar with most of his moods and reactions—and yet here was just another example of how easily surprised she was by her boyfriend. Still, never had she imagined that of all the things to make him blush that this would be it.
Minutes ago he'd been rummaging through her book bag, hoping to stumble upon a spare quill as they studied. What he did stumble upon however was no quill. In fact, he seemed to forget the quill as he straightened, clutching an object that would soon become the root of his blush. He didn't say anything, he just stared at Lily, eyes darting uneasily between her and the object.
"Oh, for Merlin's sake, James, what are we, twelve?!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air in an exasperated gesture. "It's just a tampon!"
There it was again, a rose colored flush that was accompanied with an embarrassed wince the second she said the word 'tampon', naming aloud the object in his hand. Lily couldn't help but feel amused about all this. After all, shameless flirting and unrequited confessions of love over the years had not embarrassed James one but. Had she known all it took to make him blush was a single object the size of her palm, well, she definitely would have put the method in use sooner.
Because—there was no denying it—James Potter was too cute when he blushed.
"James," Lily said flatly, as he avoided contact, casting his glance at anywhere but her, "Can I ask you something?"
"What am I?"
"Er….red haired and green eyed?"
"Close, but no." Lily sighed. "I'm a girl, James."
"Yeah, so?" He ran his hand unconsciously through his hair, shifting awkwardly on the balls of his feet.
"Girls have periods, James. We use tampons for our periods." She said each word slowly, trying and failing to hide the smile as she watched him squirm where he stood.
"Will you stop it?" He half shouted, his face going from slightly flushed to a vibrant pink, tinged with even deeper rouge in his cheeks. "Stop saying that word!"
"What? Tampon? Period?" She raised her eyebrow, her grin clearly evident now.
Lily was positively filled with mirth, watching as her boyfriend progressed in a mere matter of seconds from rosy to near crimson. It wasn't just the fact that she'd finally found something that embarrassed him immensely that had her smiling, but also the fact that as he stood there, positively pink in his green Christmas sweater, ratty trainers and jeans, she'd never seen him look so completely innocent. Like the mere mention of the menstrual cycle might make him implode.
Not able to hold it in anymore, she let forth a giggle and said, "Unbelievable."
"What?" He asked uncertainly.
"Oh, nothing," she stood and walked over to him, snatching the tampon and tossing it back in her bag. He looked immensely relieved when she did so, "I just noticed that I'm dating a total and utter prude."
"I am not a prude." He pouted, the color in his cheeks fading slightly as he glared at her.
"James, I can't even say 'tampon' without you turning as pink as a flamingo." Lily replied smoothly, grinning as the fading color came back in one fell swoop.
James didn't reply, he just merely continued to glare as the red head reached forward and pecked his rosy cheeks and equally rosy nose. She laughed when he tried to dodge her and ruffled his hair, a habit picked up from him.
"You're lucky I like you, Evans." He sighed. "I'm sure my embarrassment isn't very manly in this situation."
"Oh, I don't mind your prudy behavior." She smiled up at him, as he continued to look humiliated. "I actually think it's kind of cute."
An understatement, really, but he didn't really need to know that.
"Really?" He grinned now, leaning over and pecking her back on the nose, sort of like a game of tag.
"Only a little cute." She admitted, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close, noting the adorable blush still lingering in his face.
A/N: Once again, please review! If you have any color requests or ideas for future chapters, let me know!