A new chapter! This one has more romantic fluff, less humor. Enjoy!

Quietly, James made his way down the stairs of his dormitory. Ever since the Squid Incident – it deserved to be capitalized – he had been having trouble getting to sleep, and had been sneaking off to the kitchens nearly every night for some midnight snack or hot chocolate. Tonight, however, he discovered he was not the only one awake. Upon entering the Gryffindor common room, he noticed a small figure staring dreamily into the fire, surrounded by piles of open books and papers.

"Lily?" he whispered, his voice carrying across the empty room.

The girl in question continued staring into the fire – almost trance-like. Stuffing his invisibility cloak in the closest hideaway, James made his way to the red-haired girl.

"Lily?" he tried again, a little louder this time. It worked; Lily jumped up, nearly choking on the pencil she had absently been chewing on.

Alarmed, James thumped her on the back while Lily coughed until tears flowed down her face.

"James?" she managed after a few moments, wiping at the tears on her cheeks. "What are you doing here? It's past midnight. I think," she added, glancing around for the time.

"Couldn't sleep, and decided I wanted some food," he replied. He helped her wipe away the rest of the tears, putting on an innocent face when she narrowed her eyes. He slid his eyes from her to the small library surrounding her. "Studying?" he asked, eyebrows raised.

"Some people do," she answered, barely stifling a yawn.

"Most people, however, choose to do so at a more reasonable time. And not on a Friday night." James scooted her chair back, ignoring her protests as he swept her up in his arms and carried her to one of the couches by the fire.

"Stop! James!" she protested, squirming in his arms. "James! Put me d-"

Deciding enough was enough, James bent down and silenced her the best way he could – with his lips. Shocked green eyes met amused hazel and Lily was left gaping as he sat down on the couch and pulled her against him.

"Wouldn't want you falling asleep on our date tomorrow, now do we," he murmured against her hair.

A blush stole over her cheeks as a reluctant smile curled on her lips.

"You prick," she mumbled without much heat. Then she turned on her side, making herself comfortable against his chest and closed her eyes. She was asleep in seconds.

'Who needs hot chocolate,' was the last thought floating through James' head as he, too, drifted off to sleep, lulled by the warm fire and the warmer girl nestled by his side.

Ah. Don't we all secretly wish that would happen to us? Hope you liked it, and please press the pretty button titled 'review'