A/N: For Jilytober week 2, microfic prompt: time
When James said he was going to show her a good time, she hadn't realised he meant they'd be sitting in an actual clock.
He looked pleased with himself, and fair enough. It was kind of magical. A picnic blanket spread on the platform, dessert nicked from the kitchens, his arm around her waist. The clock's steady tick counting every second beat of her heart.
"What do you think?" he asked, face awash with candlelight.
"I have to commend your creativity," she told him, indicating their surrounds. "Do you bring everyone back here?"
James ruffled his hair. "Nah. Only you."