"No, James."
James sighed dramatically, his head sinking into the pillow.
"We've got class in half an hour."
Hazel irises glanced over her face as she desperately tried to keep herself together, flitting quickly over where her naked body was, covered by one half of his duvet. She couldn't help biting her lip at that; he'd seen her bare form plenty of times (they'd been going out for nine months, after all), but right now, the duvet was the only thing stopping her from jumping onto him right there and then.
"James!"
"I'm not saying anything." He said calmly, smirking at her. Oh Merlin, that smile. Lily felt those tingles zap through her as her eyes skimmed inevitably over his crooked grin, his dishevelled black hair, those slightly toned arms…
James Potter was always one step ahead of her.
"Damn you, Potter." She groaned under her breath, glaring stubbornly up at the ceiling of his dormitory, determined not to give in to her urges.
"What have I done now?" He asked with mock innocence, his voice raised into the most angelic tone he could muster.
"Just… shut up!"
James' eyes flashed mischievously as he sat up.
"Come on then, let's go to Charms!" The Head Boy flung himself onto the edge of his side of the bed, his back turned towards his girlfriend.
He stretched - Lily couldn't help her gaze shifting to his rippling shoulders, his slightly tanned skin, the back of his head - oh, dear Godric's mighty underpants, his hair. How did the back look so perfectly messed up, as if it had been styled for a photoshoot with Witch Weekly?
Lily groaned to herself again, but James ignored her, standing up. The sight of his lazy yet graceful posture snapped Lily's resolve. The redhead sat up so fast she could have been struck by a Stinging Hex, her hair whirling around her face.
"And where do you think you're going?"
James blinked at her.
"To get some clothes-"
"Get over here."
"Oh, but Lily-Pie, apple of my eye and keeper of my heart, we have to go to Charms!" She recognized the earnestness of her tone previously through his imitation, and huffed to herself.
"James Potter, get back in this bed right now. That's an order."
James opened his mouth for a retort, but Lily had had enough. She ripped the duvet off herself and clambered forcefully over to her boyfriend, grabbing his neck and pulling him down to smash her lips against his. He automatically responded, his hands burying themselves in her hair. James never did need much persuading.
Lily broke off the kiss, glaring straight into James' eyes.
"We're leaving in fifteen minutes, got it?"
"That's pretty daring. Anyway, I can guarantee you'll be wanting more than fifteen minutes-"
"Sod off, Potter. I can restrain myself."
Fifteen minutes later, Lily lay panting beside her equally frenzied boyfriend, her red hair sprawled out onto the pillow beneath her.
"That - was…" She let her sentence trail off, her body still feeling as if it had been stuck into in an oven.
"Yeah." James agreed, his chest heaving. Neither made to move.
"So - are - we - going?" He asked, knowing the answer.
"Definitely not."