Here Comes The Sun
Lily stands at the window outside the History of Magic classroom and stares out of it morosely. The sun is shining deliciously down into the grounds, and she simply cannot think of anything worse than listening to Binns drone on, when she could be outside feeling the warmth on her skin. She lets out a heavy sigh, wishing that she, as Head Girl, had the power to implement rules. She knows what her first one would be; no History of Magic on sunny days.
Feeling someone come up behind her, Lily snaps out of her thoughts. She doesn't need to turn around to know who it is; she can tell by the tread of his feet, and the way he smells, and the way the little hairs on the back of her neck stand up. When a pair of familiar arms wind their way around her, she instinctively sinks into the owner of them, her body fitting against his perfectly, as if made for that purpose.
James presses a kiss to the side of her head, and then his mouth finds her ear, the breath he expels before he speaks making her shiver. "Miss Evans, you aren't wishing you were somewhere other than class, are you?" he drawled into her ear.
"Of course not," she snaps, a blatant lie that she cannot keep up for even half a second. "But… but it's just so nice outside." She sighed again; talking about it was perhaps worse than thinking about it.
"Y'know, if you wanted to pass a rather more pleasant hour by the lake, we could get away with it. Say some Head duties came up," James tempts.
Although her whole body practically twitches in the direction of outside, and sun, Lily shakes her head adamantly. "No. No way. We can't" James starts trying to turn Lily around in his arms, perhaps realising that he has a better shot of winning the argument if Lily is actually looking at him, but she resists. "Oh don't do that Mister."
"Do what?" asks James innocently.
"Come over here with your stupid face and your stupid hair and your stupid smile so that I am putty in your hands. I'm telling you Mister, it will not work. I won't allow you to corrupt me further. You can't make me look at you."
A small chuckle escapes James' lips and he increases his efforts to get her to face him. It works; his Quidditch arms are no match for her, and within seconds she is facing him, her eyes firmly closed. James laughs again, and leans forward; presses a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Open your eyes." Lily shakes her head; in response, James shifts so he can kiss the other corner.
"Not in the corridor please James, I'm sure everyone else would like to keep their lunch down," Lily reprimands, her eyes still shut.
"Won't stop until you open your eyes." The statement is childish, but it is successful; very public displays of affection are, in Lily's opinion, worse than having to look at James. She cracks her eyes open warily, takes one look at the pleading in James' eyes and knows she has lost the battle; the lure of the sun and an afternoon with James is too much.
Grabbing him by the hand, Lily starts leading the way outside, her emotions somewhere between excited and apprehensive. "If you get me into trouble, I am going to kill you," she warns him. "And wipe that stupid 'I've won' smile of your face."
"But I have won."
"Nothing to do with you," Lily says hurriedly. "It was the sun."
James laughs and lets go of her hand so that he can wind his arm around her waist. "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to lie, Evans? Or were you dragged up?" he teases.
"I hate you."
"You love me." Lily can't be bothered to try and find the effort to deny his claim; the heat has made her sleepy and she wouldn't have a leg to stand on anyway, the truth being so ridiculously obvious.
Much later, the afternoon having been spent lounging in the grass talking about nothing of particular importance, Lily burrows into James' side – again marvelling at how well she fit there – and presses a kiss to his temple, before whispering into his ear, "Do you want to know a secret?"
"Always," James replies curiously.
"It's kind of not so bad when you corrupt me."