Some words, I thought up. The character's are J.K Rowling's, but the situation I placed them in, is entirely mine. At least, I like to think it is.
"James Potter, you are an insufferable git, and I shall never like you!" yelled Lily Evans.
"Love you too, Lily Flower." smirked James.
Lily swelled with rage. "Will you stop-" she began, but she was interrupted.
By his lips.
She didn't even register the fact that she was snogging, James Potter. All she knew in that one moment was joy, and euphoria. She pulled away, took a breath, and all she knew, all she noted, was how… snoggable, he seemed in this moment. She kissed him again, and then it hit her. She was snogging. Snogging James Potter.
She broke away, and she did the only thing she knew how to do at the moment. She ran. Ran away from James Potter the arrogant prick, ran away from the snog. But she admitted to herself, that she could not outrun her confusion. Her confusion. She had been snogging James Potter, and… she liked it? But he was James Potter… Why did she like the feeling of his lips on hers? How? But realization broke through on her face. The realization that… maybe, just maybe, James Potter wasn't the arrogant toerag she knew.
She smiled to herself, and laughed softly. She thought back to his expression, the slight confusion on his face as she kissed him a second time.
She just smiled.