Lily and James walked back into the Heads' Dorm. It was a magnificent, high-ceilinged room, lit cheerily by lamps placed around the room. There was a staircase on either side of the room, one leading to Lily's dorm and one to James'.

James suddenly gathered her in his arms and danced her around the room. "Oh, Lily, Lily, my sweet, lovely Lily flower, the most perfect couple in Hogwarts is finally together! Celebrate!"

She laughed wildly as he picked her up and spun her around. "Oh, James, James, my funny, unpredictable, James, put me down!"

He obeyed, and she walked dizzily over to the couch and collapsed, still laughing. She closed her eyes. "Oh…I'm so tired."

James' eyes widened. "Did my kisses wear you out that much?"

She opened one eye and smacked his arm. "James! I've never seen you so happy since – since last year!"

"Au contraire, Lily flower, I've never been this happy."

Lily closed her eyes again, enjoying the warmth of the crackling fire. "Why not?"

James stared at the beautiful girly that was lying in front of him. "I didn't have you."

She opened her eyes once more and smiled. For me, James thought, that smile's meant for me. Lily struggled into a sitting position. "I'm going to bed. G'night, James."

He picked her up, bridal-style. "What are you doing?" Lily asked, laughing. "I can walk."

"I'm taking you to your bed before going to mine."

"Are you sure the stairs won't turn into a slide on you? Like in the Common Room?"

"Yeah, I tested it already."

"How? When?"

James hesitated. I shouldn't have said that, he berated himself silently. "I went up there once after you went to bed."

"You were spying on me?"

"No! Just watching you sleep. You're not angry, are you?" asked James guiltily.

Lily sighed. "Once I would have been. Now I just think it's sweet. But don't go all sappy on me, okay?" She felt James' chest heave in a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, they reached her bedroom without harm. It was a soft purple, like a lily. Her bed was in the center of the room. Three pictures adorned the walls; one of Lily with her father; one with her mother; and one of a lily. They were all Muggle-style pictures, which proved they were Lily's.

James looked at the pictures, confused. "Don't you have a sister? Petunia, right? Your names are like a garden."

Lily stiffened in his arms, then relaxed and rested her head on his chest. "Yeah, I have a sister. But we don't talk."

James was confused. Who wouldn't want to talk to Lily? "Why not?"

Lily shook her head. "It's a long story. Tomorrow's Saturday. What do you say we meet downstairs before breakfast and I tell you then?"

James nodded and put Lily down. She suddenly grinned. "You know what this means?" Without waiting for an answer, she continued, "You've seen my room – tomorrow I get to see yours."

"Deal. Good night, Lily." He kissed her cheek and left her room.

Lily flopped on her bed. She was tired, but how was she supposed to sleep when she was so happy.

She changed into her pajamas and crawled under the covers. She shut her eyes, willing sleep to come, but at the same time knowing it wouldn't. She began to count sheep. One…two…three…oh, forget it. It's no use.

She resigned herself to thoughts of James.

A/N: Filler fluff…good fluff? Bad fluff? You tell me.

If you think she fell for James too fast, I said ONE MONTH LATER in chapter 3!

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