"Evans, take a break." James called to Lily from his desk in the Head's office.

Lily looked up from her essay, "Back on last name basis, are we Potter?"

"No, but it's the only way to get your attention." He fiddled with his quill in between his fingers and stretched languidly.

"If you wanted my attention, you could've just asked." Lily rolled her eyes, "Don't you have work to do?"

"Of course, Lily. I have one Transfig essay, two Potions write-ups and one Charms question to do." He grinned at her and she panicked.

"What? We had a Charms question? No, I would have written it down…" Lily began to move the papers on her desk, hunting around for her planner, "James, are you sure we had Charms?"

James chuckled and stood up from his chair, dumping his quill on his desk and cricking his neck from side to side, "Well I do at least. From last week."

"Last week! No wonder, I actually hand in things on time, unlike you," Lily sent him a disapproving look that made James smirk.

He moved over to sit on the sofa (it looked very comfy, thought Lily, but she had work to do). Loudly, James yawned and stretched his body across the length of the sofa, his school shirt riding up his torso so that Lily had a great view…

But Lily remembered her Arithmancy was waiting to be written, so she snapped her head back to her parchment and ignored the boyish smirk on James' face.

"Li-ly," James said in a sing song voice, "Aren't you bored?"

Lily made a face at her essay. She was extremely bored.

"Li-ly," James continued, "This sofa is awfully cosy."

Lily dared herself to look. It did look very inviting, especially with James patting the spot beside him as he was now sitting up.

She looked away.

"Li-ly," James said, "Take a break."

She looked at him again and swore inwardly: he was giving her those eyes, those bloody fucking doe eyes, behind his glasses - the eyes that she couldn't refuse.

Lily made a decision, sighed, walked over to the sofa and dropped down next to James.

She placed her head on his shoulder and he put an arm around her as they sank into the sofa.

"James?" she said, playing with a stray lock of her hair.

"Hmm?" He looked down at her.

"It's your fault if my teachers start hating me."

"Lily, they'd never hate you."

"They might."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Yes."

"No." said Lily and then, "Shit, James!"

James burst out laughing, "You just fell for the oldest trick in the book!"

Lily tried to glare, but then started giggling too, "We argue over the stupidest things."

"That we do, Lily." James caught her eye and then realised that she was very close - dangerously close.

"James?" she said, and this time it was quieter, and her smile had faded, "Can I kiss you?"

James tried not to gulp and frowned, "But I thought—"

"You might have thought wrong."

"But Lily—"

Lily had had enough. With an eye roll, she kissed him soundly on the mouth. Then she spoke, blushing slightly, "You really need to learn how to shut up, James."

James sat in shock and stared at Lily.

She started to get nervous, "James? If you didn't want me to kiss you, you could've just said—"

She was cut off by James' lips that seized her own and for a few moments they kissed. Lily completely forgot what she was saying until they broke apart.

"You really need to learn how to shut up, Lily." James repeated, and the smirk grew wider.