A/N: Read and review please! And they're not mine. If they were, I probably wouldn't be writing fanfic for them, now would I?
"And you're sure your parent's won't mind?" James asked, a sly grin forming on his face. From what Lily had told him about her parents, he was pretty sure they would mind an unknown seventeen-year-old boy sneaking into their youngest daughter's bedroom in the wee hours of the morning, but he felt he had to ask anyway—as a courtesy. His grin spread to Lily's face, as he moved toward her in the darkness.
"I told you, they're on holiday in Switzerland with some doctor friend of theirs. A bit too far away to mind me, don't you think?"
"Mmm, yes, Switzerland is such a long way away, and I'm sure they wouldn't want you to feel lonesome while they're gone, especially with it being Christmas and all." He reached out and pulled her into his arms. His insides started to warm of their own accord, as they were wont to do whenever Lily was around.
"I thought you'd see things their way."
"You know, they do have quite an interesting perspective." Slowly, he began to kiss her. Lily put her free hand on her night table to study herself. She was lost in a dream: her heart leapt, and her stomach felt… wet.
"James, what the hell was that?"
"Don't even think that was me. That was your—your—your—whatever you had in that cup on your nightstand. That was not me!" James's face was red with either anger or embarrassment—Lily couldn't tell which—and to see the great James Potter flustered and sputtering was just too much for her. A smile broke across her face, and before long, she was doubled over in fit of laughter.
"I'm going to get a towel," said James, who seemed to be taking Lily's sudden bout of the giggles as an offense to his pride.
"Look in my bathroom," gasped Lily from her bed, where she had lain down to recover her breath. "Just in case Petunia's still awake."
James turned on his heel and went into the bathroom without a word. He knelt down and began to search the cabinets. Yes, Evans, I'm so hilarious. Keep it up, he thought to himself. I'm just your little—holy shit!!" James quickly abandoned his search for towels in favor of something else that caught his eye. It was something that shouldn't be in his girlfriend's bathroom. Especially not when it was that color.
He stood up quickly, yanked a towel off of the towel rack and went back into Lily's room.
"I've got to go," he said flatly.
"Oh, come on, James, I wasn't really laughing at you—"
"It's not that. I know I'm not supposed to be here…your parents would be angry."
"That's never stopped you before."
"Yeah well, I don't want to get you in any more trouble," James argued lamely. He wanted to scream. Why wasn't she telling him? After a few moments of silence, he kissed her lightly on the cheek and climbed out the window.
He regretted leaving as soon as he heard her close the window behind him. She was probably just as confused as he was over the whole issue. And she definitely didn't need to be alone in her condition. He considered climbing back up into her arms, getting her to explain what was going on, and holding her until they figured out what they were going to do. He, however, did none of these things. Something in his head, probably his ego, told him not to go back. If she wanted to be alone, then he would let her. She'd have to tell him eventually, although he would have liked her to take him into her confidence before things became obvious.