"I can't believe you're doing this to me."
"I was about to say the same thing, Evans," James shouts, arms folded over his chest.
"You're having me on."
"No - "
"James 'Prat-of-the-World Potter, if you don't climb this tree right now I shall never snog you again as long as I live."
James plops down in the grass, crossing his legs beneath him. "That is a lie."
"Is not."
"You could never resist."
Lily flattens her front along the limb she's chosen as a perch, earning a nervous glance from James. He's fiddling with his wand when she drawls, "Might I remind you of years 1 through 6?"
"Might I remind you of that thing I do behind your ear?"
"Climb this tree or all access to my ears and whatever you do behind them is officially cut off."
James narrows his eyes.
"You regularly fly a bloody broom."
"It's magic, I understand it. I control it, Lily."
"Climb this tree and I'll snog you so well you'll forget to be afraid, my little control freak."
"Don't let me die, Evans."
"Of course not. Sirius would never forgive me."