Lily was shocked. Her mouth was smooshed against James', one of his hands on the back of her neck and the other hanging awkwardly by his side. Lily was unsure what to do. Should she close her eyes? Should she push him away? Lily had never kissed a boy before. She didn't know how to act.
Lily looked at James, who had his eyes closed and seemed to be enjoying himself. She quickly closed her eyes, and pursed her lips a little. James seemed to take this as encouragement, as he slid his hand down her neck and onto her lower back, pulling her closer to him. Lily could feel his heart beating against her chest and she smiled a little.
James pulled away slowly and looked at Lily, a little worried and a red flush in his cheeks. Lily looked right back at him unashamedly. Neither spoke for a few seconds, until the silence of their corridor was interrupted by the sharp slap of shoes on stone.
Mary MacDonald rounded the corner, robes billowing and hands clenched in anger. Her eyes focused on the scene in front of her- a sea of red, smashed glass and James sitting far too close to Lily for it to be normal. Mary opened her mouth and screamed.
"JAMES POTTER, WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE? WHY ARE YOU WITH HER AND COVERED IN INK?" Mary splashed her way towards them, red spots flying up and onto her clean socks.
James stood up indignantly.
"I waited for almost an hour, Mary. I was too hungry to stay any longer, and found Lily here..." James looked down at her, his hazel eyes pleading for help.
"Yes," said Lily, boldly looking Mary straight in the eye, "Yes, Mary. Nothing happened. We slipped on the ink, that's all."
Mary narrowed her blue eyes at Lily. Taking a deep, calming breath, she spoke again , her screechy voice quickly giving Lily a pounding headache.
"Fine. How absurd of me. Let's go James." Mary walked forward, dragging James by his collar and placing a hand possessively on his back. They navigated through the puddles until they'd reached the end of the corridor, where Mary paused for a moment and threw a glance back at Lily.
"You look a mess, Evans. Don't you ever try to look pretty?"
Mary disappeared from view, her pitchy giggle reverberating around the halls. Lily's fist clenched and unclenched rhythmically, her fury close to bubbling over and her mind concentrated on calm thoughts.
Tranquil seas. White clouds. Sunshine. Bluebirds. James' eyes. The feeling of his lips on hers...
Lily bit her lip, and gathered her books from the floor. She waved her wand, muttering "Scurgify" and the ink vanished. She almost ran to the portrait hole, jumping straight inside and up the stairs, towards her dorm-room and the diary waiting under her pillow.