You can win me over,
With just a kiss on the neck
Merlin she was fiery. James was frozen outside the compartment door, struck by the strong words Lily had used to defend herself. And though he couldn't see her, he could picture her wild green eyes and flushed cheeks. He knew that look all too well but didn't pity the person on its receiving end this time; anyone who could draw those words from such a sweet thing like Lily deserved every ounce of pain she was wishing upon them.
Sure enough, James wasn't surprised when a handful of Slytherins exited the Prefects compartment and began walking down the train, muttering amongst themselves. He should hex them. Old James wouldn't have hesitated. Hell, new James only hesitated because Lily was so close at hand. Head Boy badge be damned, he made a mental-note to hunt them down when the Head Girl was sufficiently distracted.
He entered the compartment without a second thought. Bad idea. He should have prepared himself. Lily was every inch the hot-headed ginger he loved her to be.
"Can you believe them!" she shouted as soon as green met hazel. James tried not to smirk as she began kicking a seat. What a greeting that was. After three months of near daily, sweetly worded letters, James had almost forgotten what she was like when she was worked up.
"Stupid… Not a bloody zoo… I'm Head Girl… got a blood badge…" she was muttering as she kicked. Now, James was barely holding back a chuckle. With confidence, he took the last few steps forward, spun Lily around by the shoulders, and embraced her like it was the most natural thing in the world. She melted into the embrace, coming to terms with the moment and hugging him back.
"Sorry 'bout that," she said, face squished against his chest. James gave the back of her head a pat and pulled away to look down into her still brooding eyes. Personally, he was far too happy to see her to be angry with the Slytherins.
"Missed you, too, Lils," he greeted. Lily finally grinned, looking a little embarrassed at how they were starting their seventh and final year. She leaned in again to hug him, arms lifting around his neck in a way that made him remember the end of last term. She hugged him like she meant it. When she pulled away, she flicked his perfectly polished Head Boy badge, still grinning and not acting at all surprised (unlike Sirius, who had given him a black eye).
"Good for you," she congratulated simply. Something about her lack of reaction made his heart swell. She wasn't shocked or surprised or angry. She acted like she knew he'd get the position. She acted like he could actually do it- which was more than could be said for himself.
It was silly. He as being ridiculous.
She had far too much control over him.
Pages: 1
Words: 493
Song: Kiss on the Neck- David Cook
Notes: What…. What is this? I don't know. Filler I suppose.