"You're beautiful," James said into Lily's ear.
"Oh, stop it," she said, brushing him off. "I need to finish this essay."
"I can't help it," he said, brushing his lips against her neck. "Come on, that essay can wait," he said, grabbed her arm and attempting to pull her up. When she smacked him away, he pouted.
Lily looked up and laughed at his expression. "Well don't give me that look," she said. "When I'm done we can do whatever you want."
His eyes lit up from behind his glasses. "Whatever?"
"Whatever. Well. I mean I'm not going to go streaking through Hogsmeade, but anything within reason."
"Alright, no streaking. Is it allowed to involve nudity, though?" James asked, smiling devilishly.
"James! Stop distracting me!" She threw one of her books at him, and missed.
"Oh right, well you get finished. I'll get ready for the big night of doing whatever I want." He leaned in closer, bringing his mouth centimeters from his girlfriend's own. "I plan to take advantage of this opportunity." He kissed her chastely, and exited the room.
Lily sat there, flustered her a minute, and began writing again. He always knew just what to say frustrate her—sexually or otherwise.
