Author's Note: I know I'm three days late starting, but I figure I'd do generally what I did in October but with a Christmas-y/Winter theme. As per usual: No beta's, less than 24 hours to write it, but this time I don't have a list to go on for prompts. We'll see how that works.

Thanks for reading!

James and Lily, as head boy and girl, get assigned to decorate the common room for Christmas

She couldn't help but stare at him from across the common room, watching how his shirt rode up when he pinned the garland to the wall and how the faerie lights laced around the room gave his hair an almost bluish tint.

"Alright, I think I've finished."

Lily sighed slightly when the shirt fell back over his surprisingly tanned chest- why on earth he would be shirtless when he was outside in the middle of December, she had no idea- and she felt the room become quite warm when he looked down and grinned at her.

And was that a wink?

Yes, the room was very hot. Incredibly so.

"Bully for you. Lend me a hand with the tree, hot shot?" Lily asked James, the top of the tree on her shoulder as she attempted to push it upright.

"Not with that attitude," James teased as he stepped down a ladder, each rung folding over the next as soon as he was off. He cornered himself between the tree and where two walls met, pulling on the branches until tiny green pines scratched his face and tapped against his glasses.

"Thanks," She said, leaning around the tree to smile at him. Strands of dark red hair fell into her face, over her eyes and grin.

"You're going to get your hair caught the in Christmas tree and you'll end up pulling it over again, Evans," He said, reaching out and pushing the waves back into place.

"We wouldn't want that," She said, turning around to conceal a blush. "Not after all your hard work."

"That's what I'm saying. I almost worked up a sweat for that."

"Ew. Save it for the Quidditch pitch." She brought out her hand, summoning a box of ornaments and beginning to levitate each one onto different branches.

"You'd love to see me work up a sweat," He said as he joined her, smirking as he pulled his wand from his back pocket.

Lily rolled her eyes. "Keep your pants on, James, because the only time I want to see you sweat is when you're working to beat Slytherin on the field."

"And a little more afterwards?"

"Didn't I just tell you to keep your pants on?"

He laughed, pushing Lily's arm jokingly. She felt her lips pull up into a small smile, her arm relaxing from his touch instead of staying in the tense posture she held each time she held her wand.

"I'm just saying, Lily," He said after a few minutes of nothing but the round of rustling branches and red or gold ornaments clinking against each other. "I'm hard to get gifts for. You might have to get creative."

"I'm not- You're an idiot."

"I'm only kidding."

She pursed her lips, crossing her arms and looking up at him as he moved the tree topper, a lion that was probably less Gryffindor oriented or spirited than whoever originally bought it had meant it to be, to the top of the tree. He glanced around the room, nodding.

"I think we did a great job, if I do say so myself."

"Yeah," Lily nodded, standing on her toes and kissing James' cheek quickly. "We did. Happy Christmas."

Last minute decision, last minute title, not the last time I'll use rushed time as an excuse. Excuse how violently the title makes you want to vomit as you cry due to the amount of cliche- but, you know, 'tis the season.