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A/N: A drabble request from Tumblr. The prompt was 'Jily, and James has forgotten the key to something.' Hope you enjoy!
Trophy Room Antics
"What do you mean, you lost the key to the trophy room?"
James flinched at Lily's venomous tone, continuing to rifle through his pockets. "Not lost, Lily. Just… err… misplaced."
"Misplaced," Lily repeated dubiously. "Well that's just fantastic, James. We're supposed to be in Transfiguration in ten minutes. Ten minutes! And now we're stuck in the bloody Trophy Room because the blunderheaded Head Boy lost the key!"
"Well maybe if you hadn't chucked my shirt halfway across the room, Lils, we might not be in this predicament. I was sure that it was in my shirt pocket…"
Lily's face turned a bright scarlet red. "Don't pin this on me!"
"I think I've pinned you en- OW!"
Lily had absolutely no regrets about slapping his arm - even when she saw the red handprint and his hurt expression. It was better than that self-satisfied smirk, at any rate.
"Shut up and help me find the key," she said shortly.
James frowned. "No."
"Stop being irritating."
"You hit me!"
"You deserved it!"
"Just because I pointed out that it was you who suggested this little rendezvous in the first place?"
"Shut up."
"You shut up."
"No," Lily said. She tried to keep a serious face, but the laugh building inside her won out.
James smirked again, hands meeting her sides as he guided her backwards into a glass cabinet.
"You know," he breathed, "This might not be such a bad situation."
He dropped a kiss - relatively chaste, compared to their last - on her lips, and then pulled away slowly.
"But if you think we should keep looking…"
Lily witheld a moan; his scent was overwhelming her. Unfair advantage.
"Transfiguration…" she tried, losing more of her willpower by the minute as he worked kisses across her collarbone; her neck…
"NEWTs…" she tried again. He was at the base of her throat now; peppering kisses up her chin, her jaw.
"Hmm?" James said, and the vibration of her lips against her skin was just enough to drive Lily insane.
He pulled away, but all thoughts of lessons were lost on Lily now: she crushed her lips against his, moaning into his mouth.
James could feel the shape of the steel key in his pocket against his thigh as he pressed himself impossibly closer to Lily.