Hot, sticky breath passed between them. Their bodies were so intertwined and locked together, it wasn't entirely clear whose breath belonged to whom. He traced his tongue along her teeth, savouring the taste of her alcohol scented mouth. His act was well reciprocated, with her delicate jaw parting, allowing them both to begin to explore. The intimacy was present but the feelings and raw emotions were lacking.

James seized her by the waist, pulling her in closer still, not being sure if that were even possible. His clumsy and rushed movements shocked Lily, instinctively reached her hand for her dress and from there she held a strong grip on the bottle she had stolen minutes before. The same bottle of firewhiskey she despised and loved in an overly obsessive fashion.

She didn't want to lose the amber liquid that was pressed and sandwiched between her breast and James's ribs.

Kissing James like this –backed into the corner of the now closed Honeydukes- wasn't anything compared to when they tried to do this back in the dormitories or common room, like any other couple.

Instead, it had to be like this. Roughly, desperate and in secret. Not to forget just after the climatic rush of committing an act of theft.

Somehow the stealing seemed to be the main contributing factor to this.

Stealing was what brought them together and what now banded and tied them together with iron shackles.

"For fucks sake, just put the firewhiskey down." James growled between kisses that left a scorching hot trail on Lily's skin and ran down her neck.

"Like I would ever do anything you told me to do." Lily whispered, wrapping her bottleless hand around James' neck.

Taking matters into his own hands, James slipped his hand up Lily's shirt. His fingertips danced where her skin met his. Lily was almost sure she would have burn marks. Higher and higher he went, trying to get a grasp onto the bottle.

Lily's breath picked up. Panicking, she yanked her hand away from James', in the heat of the moment, she flung herself to the other side of the cramped shop. James wasn't alarmed though, this is what always happened.

She laughed as she disappeared into the dark shadows of the racks of sweets, her laugh was high, like a tin bell.

Lily gave James a few moments for his eyes to adjust. Then, once she was sure she had his undivided attention, with his eyes pouring over her body, she grinned widely and downed half of the contents.

"Fucking hell," Lily noted. "that's stronger than I thought."

"Never had it before?" James asked, leaning against what appeared to be isle three, knocking a few shelves down in the process.

"I've drunk before. You know that. But not this much." Lily shrugged, toying with the bottle, she smiled at it, she liked how it had made her throat burn as it travelled to her stomach.

"I'll show you how it's done," James promised, opening up his arms, wanting to catch the bottle. That is, if Lily threw it.

"Please," Lily rolled her eyes, suddenly feeling washed over from the intoxication.

James sucked the remainder of the firewhiskey down his throat.

"How did you unchanged so quickl-" James asked, positively astounded and shocked to see a distorted view of a near naked Lily through the glass of the firewhiskey.

James never was able to finish that question, on the account of an "Oh, shut up." from Lily and another sloppy kiss.

She then told him –well, ordered- to lock the door. Her wand was apparently too far away, in the discarded pile of clothes. She'd get it back when he slept though, just in case.

A faint 'click' was heard from the lock.

It was always the same.

When Lily finally woke her mind didn't want to keep up with her vision. Everything was blurry, it was blurry for such a long time that Lily began to doubt whether she had ever been able to see clearer.

However, when her eyes did finally focus she began to wish she were born blind.

The light hurt, sounds –stupid, heavy, dark sounds- hurt also.

Waking up with a hangover in your underwear –if that- before dawn so no one could notice you and James Potter sneak out of that shop you had broken into the light before. Speaking of, the said teenage boy was sprawled across the wooden floor, his head resting between a box of Bertie Botts and Fizzing Wizzbees. He was snoring.

Lily pondered for a moment, weighing up the positives and negatives and consequences –if any- of what she was about to do.

She kicked him sharply in the side.

"Fuck off, Evans." James grumbled groggily, rubbing the area where Lily's foot had come in contact with James's ribs. A bruise would grace James's body with its presence in a few days.

"Tempus" Lily waved her wand, feeling more intelligent than ever at her previous decision to swipe her wand back and to sleep with it in her hand as James slept. She would never be that venerable or disarmed in front of Potter. Ever. "Shit, Potter. It's almost six."

"It's January." James stated. "No one will be up for ages; the sun doesn't come up at six, Evans."

"I know that." Lily gritted through her teeth as she pulled her faded tee shirt back over her head.

"Then why the hell do you want to leave now?" James rolled his eyes, sliding into his jeans.

"So I don't get seen with you."

"And you think I want to be seen with you?"

"True." Lily decided.

"We're so fucked." James noted, taking a sweeping glance around the room. Almost everything that could have been broken was smashed or torn into several pieces. "Reparo."

"Scourgify." Lily added, cleaning up the liquidey mess that was once contained in a bottle of Butterbeer.

"Not much can be done about the books…" James said, flipping over one of the now barely readable Potions references on the floor.

"We'll burn them." Lily said, pointing her wand tip at the spine before muttering 'Incendio'.

All that remanded were several clumps of salt and peppery coloured cooling ashes. Calmly Lily collected every last fragment and tipped it into a vase on the topmost shelf. Somehow, this vase had survived the night. James' jaw dropped.

"Since when did you destroy property that's not yours?" He asked.

"Are you kidding?" Lily cried. "No, don't actually answer that. I started burning and destroying things that aren't mine for ages. Ever since you gave me that grog for Christmas last year and then we stole from Sloghorn's archives!"

"That was sarcasm, Evans. And I didn't give the wine to you, I had some for myself and I wanted to get you drunk." James said.

"Oh."

"Same time next week?"

"Same place."

"It's half past."

"Shit, can't go back to breakfast with sex hair."

"You'll manage." James muttered before kissing Lily on the lips once more. He savoured it, as did Lily. They both knew they wouldn't be able to do this again for a whole seven days. They were both too engrossed in the strange disfigured relationship that gave them what they wanted to bother with proper dating. This was the closest they could get on the account of them being two fucked up kids.

Practically a lifetime for two teenagers.

"Are you going to put on a shirt?" Lily asked coyly.

"Are you going to put on pants?" James mimicked.

As they put on their clothes they got into character again to play their charade of deceiving literally everyone they encountered. Everyone saw James and Lily as sworn enemies who wouldn't touch each other to save their own lives. And that is how they acted.