Title: Kiss Me, James
Pair: Lily and James
Song: Lips of an Angel, Hinder
Words: 421
James returned to the Common Room at two o'clock in the morning to find Lily draped over the couch, a textbook lying across on her stomach. Her fire-red hair fanned across her face, over the armrest, and off of the worn cushion.
Don't look at her, James, he commanded himself. You're with Abigail. Don't ruin it. Still, he couldn't help but take one glance at the sleeping seventeen-year old. And, of course, he couldn't pull his eyes away. He walked over to her, gently moving the hair from her face. The unmistakable signs of previously shed tears were present; the smudges of black underneath her eyes, the way her eyelashes stuck together, the pink blotches on her cheeks. His eyes got stuck on her lips, how red they were. How much he wanted to know what they tasted like, what they felt like.
"James," she whispered, not opening her eyes. He had to keep himself from jumping. He didn't miss the fact that she used his first name, either.
"I'm sorry," he said automatically, backing up.
"Don't be," she said, still only half awake. "Come here." She sat up, the book clattering to the floor. She rubbed her eyes. He knew it was trouble, but he sat down next to her anyway.
"Lily, you need to go to bed. You're delirious," he said quietly and slowly.
"Kiss me, James."
"What?" James said, his eyes widening. "No, Lily, no, you're not coherent right now. Go up to bed, get some sleep, and we'll talk tomorrow." She stood up, pulling him with her.
"I know you want to kiss me, James," she said, leaning in. James swallowed.
"Not like this, Lily. Go to bed." He shoved her in the direction of her staircase.
"I won't forget this, Potter," she snarled suddenly.
"Lily, hush up before you wake up the entire Gryffindor house," he snapped back.
"You mean before I wake up your precious Abigail?" Lily was completely awake now, the fire in her eyes matching the fire on her head.
"Lily Evans, as Head Boy, I am telling you to go to your dormitory," James warned. She shot one last look in his direction.
"I knew it all along, you toe-rag. I'm just a game," she whispered. And before his mind could tell him no, he grabbed her head and brought his lips crashing to hers. One moment of bliss, and then he broke away from her.
"Go to bed, Evans," he said as he turned up the stairs to his own bed.
