A/N: Just some fluffy Jily I wrote while trying to come up with ideas for JSS.
Disclaimer: As much as I wish they did, the amazing James and Lily Potter do not belong to me. Nor does Hogwarts, or the Wizarding World - basically every cool thing that makes my life worth living. It is all owned by JKR, therefore, she owns my life (my soul is split part time between her and Rick Riordan).
There were many things James and Lily did as a couple.
They hugged and they laughed and they told each other things about themselves no one else knew; they held hands and shared food and kissed – yes there was a lot of kissing. But none of that really amounted to their favourite thing to do.
They don't really know when it became 'their thing' really, it just happened.
He had pulled her into his arms one particularly slow night during their rounds, and swayed with her, dipped her head back and spun around, keeping his eyes on hers, laughing the whole while.
That Christmas, when the snow was falling heavily, they had ran outside with the intention of a snowball fight, but instead had found themselves slowly revolving around each other, bodies flush, relying on each others' breath to keep them warm.
That spring, with the sun setting, the two sitting by the Great Lake, she pulled him up and once again their slow, improvised dance began again, him dipping her back so far she lost her balance and toppled over, him landing on top of her, and once the giggles subsided she was content to just kiss him instead.
By the time the April showers had come, and they had again performed their infamous slow dance in the pouring rain on the cobbled streets of Hogsmeade, slipping and clutching the other for support, dripping wet with rain water, grinning like maniacs.
Dancing without music nor reason just became 'their thing' then.
If couples were seen slow dancing from then on, they were told to stop, because they were just making themselves look stupid. It wasn't meant to offend, just tell the truth and to spare them the unnecessary embarrassment.
Anyone could slow dance, could wrap their arms around their partner's waist or neck alike and revolve around like a doll on a music box, could dip down the other and give them a movie-esque kiss, or twirl them around until they were laughing and dizzy, so they all but collapsed onto your chest when you pulled them back.
But no one could do it quite like Lily Evans and James Potter.
They weren't doing it for an audience; they were doing it for themselves. It looked so natural, so unneeded other than the fact they just wanted to be as close to each other as possible, so peaceful that interrupting was practically a criminal offence.
The way they held each other, it was like they would never let go. The way he spun her for too long and too quickly, or dipped her down too far so her head nearly touched the ground, until she was yelling at him to stop being a prat, that she never knew why she thought being his girlfriend would be a good idea, even though everyone, including him and her, knew she meant 'I love you, you big idiot'.
The way she stepped on his toes accidentally-on-purpose and stumbled over her own feet as well as his, until he told her she had the grace of a hippogriff – and the looks of one, when everyone knew, including him and her, he could barely believe his luck that he had Lily Evans in his arms.
They weren't a perfect couple – not by a long shot. The school still saw fights between them in the hallways, still saw her dumping her pumpkin juice over his head – though whether that a joke or not, no one knew.
But somehow everyone knew that as long as they both kept holding each other close and swaying along to a beat of their own, nothing could go wrong.
A/N: Sorry about the length, its a bit short isn't it?