All characters related to HP belong to the Goddess Divine, Jo Rowling.
Lily and James walked around the lake early one Saturday morning. It was near the end of November, chilly, and they were simply talking. James loved watching Lily talk: her voice was slightly deeper than most girls', and she spoke very clearly. She made rapid hand gestures and rolled her eyes a lot, but James guessed that was just a subconscious habit.
They stopped in front of a big beech tree. Lily stepped forward, saying quietly, almost to herself, "I always loved this tree." She smiled wistfully, then saw James looking at her, grinning in that boyish way of his. Lily giggled, then said, "I'm being silly."
"Oh, but I like when you're silly," laughed James.
Lily rolled her eyes at him, but she had to admit that smile was making her insides do a tidal wave.
A strong, cool breeze blew through the trees; Lily shivered.
"Are you cold?" asked James, and without waiting for an answer, pulled off his navy blue sweatshirt. As he did so, the gray t-shirt he was wearing underneath rode up slightly to reveal his toned abs and back. Wow, Lily thought, before quickly averting her eyes.
James handed his sweatshirt to Lily, who pulled it on over her yellow sweater. As she did so, she noticed it smelled strongly of him. She loved that smell.
"Aren't you going to be cold?" she questioned, feeling the goose bumps on his arm.
James grabbed he arm. "No," he replied simply, and with that, he wrapped her up in his arms. She sunk most willingly into his embrace, letting his arms warm her, taking in that lovely scent. He kissed the top of her head, then her forehead, and she kissed his neck. He lifted her chin with a finger, and kissed her gingerly on the mouth. She gladly returned the gesture, lifting her hands to run them through his hair. James put his arms around her neck, resting his forearms on her shoulders, then slipped his tongue inside her mouth; she sighed, just barely.
James loved times like this. It was quiet, no one else was around, and he was with Lily. Anytime he was Lily, everything was a little sharper, a little brighter, a little more in focus—he felt, and it was undeniable.
She was undeniable.
James moved his hand to the side of Lily's face, brushing her hair out of her eyes. He let go of her lips.
"I love you…" he breathed…
Make me a boat
Away I'll float
Into the stillness of a pure blue sky
There's nothing here to hold me now
And I got no more tears to cry
Grant me a wish just one more kiss
Oh baby kiss me till the daylight's through
These are days of make believe
But there ain't nothing any fool can do
Pin another dream on me
'Cause the night is bearing down
Baby let's go all the way this time…
"Last Boat To America"—David Gray