Disclaimer: Not mine, never was, never will be. These gorgeous characters, of course, belong to the lovely JK Rowling.
Author's Note: This was really inspired by a line in 'Those to Come', by The Shins. The part that goes, 'Making tea in your underwear.' I just love that imagery every time I listen to that song.

Lily was not a morning person, and James had witnessed no evidence to indicate that she was on her way to becoming one. Naturally, when James woke up to find an empty Lily's-side-of-the-bed, he was curious. Not, however, curious enough to get himself up to go and look for her. He pushed him arm across to Lily's side and felt the sheets in an effort to determine how long she'd been up. They were barely warm, so surely she would be back soon.

After ten minutes, and a lack of a Lily-return, James felt he ought to express some interest.

He staggered down the hall, bleary-eyed and decidedly not bushy tailed. He rubbed some sleep out of his eyes half-heartedly in attempt to make himself at least halfway presentable. As he got closer to the kitchen James could hear music getting louder. It was that Muggle star that Lily loved so much. Bongo or Bewie or Bowie or something.

Sure enough, when he pushed open the door to the kitchen, a record was spinning. The curtains had been opened and the newspaper brought in. Lily was standing at the kitchen bench with her back to him, dressed only in knickers and a bra, shifting her weight from foot to foot in time with the music and singing quietly.

"Last night they loved you; opening doors and pulling some strings, angel..."

She was pouring tea into two teacups using that infuriating talent she'd often refer to as 'multi-tasking'. She set the teapot down and turned to take the tea to him in their bedroom, but found James standing in the doorway.

"Oh," she said, a surprised tone to her voice, "Good morning, James. I didn't see you there." James smiled.
"You're very bright this morning. Any particular occasion?"
"Not really. Tea?"
"Please," he replied, striding forward to take his cup. Lily held her arms out to keep from spilling the tea when James came closer than expected. He leaned down and kissed her on the nose, and then took his cup. "Still in love with Bewie, then?" Lily snorted.
"Bowie," she corrected playfully, "and no, I'm not in love with him." Now it was James' turn to snort.
"Oh, go on, you had posters of him on your dormitory wall! He was all you listened to! Think you thought of him as bit more than a friend, love."
"Maybe when I was a little girl, but now I can simply enjoy his music without getting caught up in all the glamour," Lily faltered. "How do you know I had posters on my wall?" James at least had the decency to look ashamed, even if he did swiftly change the subject.