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"You would think," said James, hanging what seemed to be the thousandth bit of magical mistletoe, "that they could do it themselves."

Lily only smiled at him, nodding. Oh for all good, why couldn't she keep her eyes open? The mistletoe she was levitating into the air drooped, and fell. She groaned inaudibly. She was such a spaz. She had already tripped over her own feet twice (at least she hoped it was only twice).

James smiled, "Lily dearest, I'm taking you to the Tower."

She shook her head fiercely, her red hair dancing. No way.

"Troll bullocks, you are going to bed even if I have to carry you there," he said, sticking his mistletoe to the ceiling with a spell before he came over to her, looking very tall and very capable of doing such a thing. But Lily stood her ground, very capable herself, but not exactly feeling it. "We're almost done."

She gave him a sarcastic look. As if.

"Well, only two more hours- at most. McGonagall gave us permission to cut all tomorrow- which I honestly must say is a relief, because that means only two more days left of school- so-."

She nodded curtly, So I'm staying.

"Not a chance," he grinned.

She held out a fist expectantly.

"We're not rock-paper-scissoring this one," he said exasperatedly.

Alright then, she turned her back to him, and began to magically lift the mistletoe in the air. She heard his grumpy sigh, and began to smile. She must be a good persuader as a mute 'cause it certainly hadn't worked while she talked.

"Fine."

She grinned and spun back around with a fist at the ready. He grinned, and counted for them, "One, two, three!"

She held out a paper, and he a rock, which he quickly changed to scissors. She shook her head, and grinned.

I win!

"Best two out of three," he pleaded.

She shook her head, still beaming, and turned away from him. But suddenly his arms looped around her waste. Tensing she was ready to be hoisted into the air, but he stayed put. She looked up at him. He looked down at her. She couldn't help but smile softly and blush.

"Please?" he said softly.

This was insane! She was ready to faint! It was like he had set some kind of spell over her or something. She was ready to say yes- what was she saying yes to again?- and then she got really dizzy, and she felt him take on more of her weight.

He kissed her forehead, and smiled. "Lily, you can't even stand up straight," he said, raising his eyebrows. She frowned stubbornly, and stood straighter. He laughed. "You're more obstinate than you should be allowed to be." She grinned broadly at that.

Smiling still she broke free of his grasp, and hung her mistletoe.

"Too obstinate," he gave her a look.

She shrugged, levitating the box of mistletoe. She pointed whether they should go up or down. He rolled his eyes. "Up."