The quidditch pitch was dark and empty, except for one person. James Potter was lying on the grass looking up to the sky. She walks until her feet are near his head.
"Good night Evans." He looks at her. "You know, from this positions I can see everything under your skirt" He grinned.
Lily blushes hard and lay down on his side.
"What are you doing out here?" She asks.
"I needed to breath. I broke up with Emmelia tonight."
"I'm sorry." She whispered. He knew that was not true. Lily wasn't sorry at all.
"That's fine" He half smiled.
They stood in silence for a while.
"I was madly in love with you, you know?"
"Yeah" She crawls and put her head on his chest. He pulls his arms around her.
"I am madly in love with you, you know?" She whispers.
"Yeah" He said.
She got up and seated looking at him. She lay down on his body and now their mouths are very close.
"Just to do it Lily" He whispers. Her name seems to encourage her.
His lips are soft and passionately and they seem to be kissing forever.
"Why did you take so long?" He lays his forehead against hers.
"I don't know" She whispers.
They start to kiss again, and the rest of the things that happened that night are story.