Lily leaned against one of the stands as she watched James through the gauzy periwinkle that was settling over the Quidditch pitch. He had seemingly bewitched the Quaffle to whiz back around the goal posts to him after each throw. She thought he hadn't seen her. Lily was formulating something witty to shout at him when he yelled "what 'cha up to, Evans?" James caught the Quaffle as it whirred toward him again and turned to grin down at her.
"Just wondering where the Head Boy went running off to," Lily smirked. James tucked the ball under his arm and flew down to hover in front of her in the stands.
"Don't you mean Head Girl?" He asked, tapping the Head Boy pin on her robes to remind her of the swap they had preformed earlier as a laugh.
Amused, Lily replied, "oh right how could I have forgotten?"
James' hair was extra messy now that he had been zipping around. She reached out to touch it. "It looks like you've been through a tornado."
"Don't lie, my hair looks sexy all windswept," he grinned at her.
Lily flattened his hair between her palms so that it stuck up straight.
"Yeah, okay, Dr. Frankenstein."
"Hey," James said, tossing his head back dramatically. "If you were flying around up here, your hair would be a mess as well." Lily srunched her nose at him. James held out his Quaffle-less hand to her. "C'mon then."
"You can't be serious," Lily laughed.
James threw the Quaffle over his shoulder, forgetting about the boomerang charm so that it spun around and smacked him in the back of the head. James flushed scarlet, but Lily laughed, took his hand and climbed in front of him on the broom with both legs to one side.
Rising higher, away from the stands, James said, "straddle it, you muppet."
"No," Lily said. "This way I'm like Samantha from Bewitched."
"Bewitched?" James asked.
"It's a Muggle television program."
"…television?"
Lily put a hand to his cheek. "Aw, it's cute how clueless you can be sometimes." She patted his face jokingly.
At this, James wrapped one arm around Lily's waist and reached his other hand around her to grasp the broom handle in front of her. Clutching Lily to him, James went into a one handed Sloth Grip Roll.
"James, stop I'm gonna fall!" Lily shrieked, not looking at the grass fifty feet below.
James rolled the broom upright again, and Lily gave him a light shove.
"And you thought I was going to drop you," James chided.
Lily rolled her eyes at James. He just looked at her for a moment.
"See," he said in a softer voice than before, "I told you your hair would get all messed up." James brushed a ginger lock out of Lily's face and let his hand hover around the nape of her neck. Then, as gently as the quickly collapsing darkness around them, he pulled her in a little closer and kissed her.