AN: For Jily October I thought I'd try and write a Jily fic. Inspired by Dirty Paws by Of Monsters and Men. I don't own Harry Potter, kudos to JKR...
Running, tripping, stumbling.
He dodged through trees, following a trail of laughter and that blazing red hair.
The light floated softly through the leaves, specks of dust caught in it's beams, diamonds dancing in the air. And her eyes, emeralds, squinted, she was teasing him.
They circled an Elm, palms tracing the moss. He stepped forward, she took two back.
She lent in, exposed the prize in her palm. The small golden treasure. She had snatched the snitch.
She turned and was off, sprinting through the edge of the wood. He continued his pursuit. They crashed deeper into the trees.
She waltzed round the trunk of a giant Oak, waited with a grin spreading slyly, her back to the cool bark. He caught his breath, she was fast on her feet.
"Evans!?" He called out. Her name hung in the air with the dust.
He saw a flash of red-gold, she poked her head round a tree. Eyes widening as she realized he had seen her. The glint in those eyes was one he usually wore but it looked particularly good on her.
She didn't run again, this time she stepped out from behind the Oak and he stopped.
And there she was, Lily Evans, in dappled sunlight. Flushed cheeks, flickering eyes and flowing hair.
And there he was, James Potter, colored leaf green. Heavy breathing, hair a mess and hammering heart.
He didn't want to move, scared that he would startle her, that he would have to give chase once more. Or worse that he might lose her in the process.
She didn't want to be so far apart, not any more, so she took a tentative step. Just one. Just to test the water.
A smile rippled across his features as she took another step. Then another.
In a beat they had closed the distance between them, just a few inches of flickering air to buffer them.
"Potter." She smiled the word. Her hands behind her back, protecting her prize. His hands fitted around hers', fingers wrestling for the Golden orb.
They were so close they were breathing the same sunlight air.
Eyes met, then lips, then...
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