Story: Richard of York
Author: Louise Foxhall
Parings: Lily/James
Words: 131

Red

The seeker's fingers close around the Snitch, which desperately tries to fight free. A roar echoes round the stands and a surge of scarlet spills onto the grass; Gryffindor have won! The captain grins and flies an elated victory lap around the ground before tumbling from his broom into the waiting arms of a red-haired witch, her cheeks rosy from the bite of the wind, a red and gold scarf wrapped around her neck to keep out the chill.

"We won," he breathes to her. "We WON!" he shouts for the benefit of the crowd. A cheer goes up and, in front of the whole school, Lily Evans grabs James Potter's face and kisses him hard. Wolf-whistles, more cheering…all James can think is that victory never has tasted so good.