She was beautiful, yes. Her hair glowed like fire when she was in the sun. Her eyes invited you to get lost in them, and her voice was like chocolate; delicious and soothing. She made him feel…normal.
This was normal, wasn't it? Empty butterbeer bottle on the floor, spun amid laughs and catcalls, pointing resolutely at Lily.
Remus knew he shouldn't hesitate, knew it would be taken as a sign of fear, of his inexperience, but he couldn't rush. He had though of kissing her, many times. He had though of a walk under a starry sky, or a private moment in front of the common room fire. Though of James' right hook and being knocked to the floor…
She was standing now, too, facing him.
"Remus, you'll make me think you think I have cooties." She smiled.
This was wrong. It was so public, so unspecial. This was how you'd kiss an acquaintance, a friend, on a dare or under mistletoe just to prove you could. This wasn't how you started something special.
She cocked her head and moved closer. He bent his head and pressed his lips to her, for just a moment. They pulled away.
She smiled and, he did to. They returned to their places amid cheers and laughter, and a scuffle between James and Sirius for the right to the next spin. He looked over at her. Their eyes met.
Lily Evans was his friend.
And that was ok.
