"Lily! Wake up!" All Lily could hear was Sirius' voice. She opened her eyes and found herself with no clothes on. She was lying on top of Sirius. Lily thought for a minute, then remembered what happened. She smiled into Sirius' chest and poked her tongue out, letting it roll over his hairs, tickling them as he groaned, distracted for the time being.

Then Sirius remembered why he had woken the sleeping, peaceful beauty up in the first place. "Lily!" he said urgently, "James' Quidditch team practices early! I'm pretty sure they have a practice today-"

Then came James' voice; "Come on, guys! Don't worry about Sirius. He'll be here. So will Lily. I'm sure they're just studying, or something." He was grinning at the rest of the team, on his broom, his head turned the other way. In a minute, they would be caught...

"Don't worry," whispered Lily in the half-light of dawn, "I didn't steal James' cloak for no reason, did I? I knew something like this would happen! Here, wrap yourself up!"

"Our clothes!" Sirius hissed.

Lily shrugged as she wrapped the Invisibility Cloak tightly around herself and Sirius and they scrambled off the pitch. "Who's to know it was us?" she said. "The team'll just think it was two kids having a nighttime romance."

"James might-"

"That dumbass? He sure as hell ain't smart enough," Lily said, rolling her eyes.

"I don't-"

"Shut up." Suddenly he was shoved against a stand, and Lily was pressed hard into him. He stifled a moan and pressed himself harder into her. They were so intimate, so close, so hard, so hot, they didn't even see the white-haired wizard who watched them from the stands.

He did not look happy.