Sugar Quills

"Alice!"

"What?"

"Tell him to stop doing that!"

"Doing what?"

"That!"

"Doing his homework?"

"No, sucking on his quill!"

"For Merlin's sake Lily!" breathes an exasperated Alice. "It's just a quill! And besides, there are lots of people that suck on their quills!"

"But this is James we're talking about! And I can't concentrate on my Transfiguration homework!" exclaims Lily, glancing over to the armchair by the fire.

"Then go over there and snog him!"

"What—no Alice, don't!"

"Evans? What are you doing, leaping across the table?"

"Er—no reason."

"C'mon, Evans, I can tell when you're lying."

"I, er—lost an earring?"

"Lily,"

"Oh, alright! While you were oh-so-sexily sucking on that sugar quill of yours, I was trying to finish my transfiguration essay."

"And, did you?"

"And did I what?"

"Finish your essay?"

"No,"

"Why not?"

"Because all I could bloody think about was your sodding mouth tasting like sugar quills!"

He leans forward, his hazel eyes twinkling mischievously behind his wire rimmed glasses. He's so close his chest is brushing hers and when her breath hitches in her throat she can feel more than hear his chuckle rumble through his chest.

She licks her lips in anticipation and when finally his lips brush hers she wonders why she never wanted this before.

He slowly deepens the kiss and he moans into her mouth. She pulls away slowly and his eyes are now a molten gold; his hair even more tousled than usual, and his breath is coming in short pants.

"So, do I taste like sugar quills?"

"I don't know...I think we better try that again."

A/N: Thank you to MyMelo for betaing!