Disclaimer: All characters belong, now and forever more to J.K. Rowling. I can't even begin to compare myself to her grandeur.
Lily exhaled an enormous breath she had been holding. It had taken a dreadfully long time to escape the Gryffindor Common Room and dorm to make it to the silent Entrance Hall before he got there. It was the dead of night and her morally infested mind was enraged. She was supposed to be in bed, like a good little prefect, perfectly safe from expulsionary rule-breaking. But alas, there she was, in the dark little broom closet waiting for something that possibly (and hopefully) would never occur.
One part of her head raged a one-sided war. Your just paranoid, Lily, it said this so loudly that she almost had to cover her ears. If he wants to get into trouble, than fine and dandy, but there's no point of getting expelled for following that wanker!
Lily inhaled again, trying to find the strength to block out the whining in her head.
He's not made of paper, you know, it continued in an apathetic voice. Beside, a few scratches might knock some sense into the thick head of his.....
Within the shadows of the statues that littered the hall, Lily caught a soft rustle of a cloak. Her eyes darted back and forth across the hall, scanning every inch of it. After a few moments, Lily's eyes caught sight of a single foot- in the middle of nothing.
She grimaced as she heard the soft whisper of a swear word, and the foot was once again covered. Lily tightened her grip on her wand as a sudden rage boiled inside of her. How dare him!? Going out in the middle of the night, alone, and he's a prefect! That son of a -
When she finished calling the boy in the cloak every swear word she could possibly know, another part of her mind interrupted; But you are still here, Evans, waiting for him to come, so you can save his sorry ass. Isn't that right? If you really wanted to get him in trouble, you'd be in your nice warm bed, without that boy in your head... No, don't interrupt me now that I'm finally having a say... Well, as I was saying, there is an odd part of you that insists he is a stupid little ass-hole-which no doubt he is- but it forces you to come out here tonight and watch him.
For once in her life, Lily was at loss for words. Finally, when she got a grip on what her mind was saying, she began, But...
No you don't! I'm not finished! The voice in her head persisted angrily. If you wanted him to be caught, than you would have left Dumbledore to it. But you haven't, have you? No....
Lily guessed furiously that if that voice had a face, than it would be smirking irritably, like the smiles he always gave her...
Shaking her head silently, Lily tried to get his face out of her head, and focus on Entrance Hall doors that opened by a force of thin air.
But Lily knew better...oh, she new better, alright. She was positive she knew who had disappeared under that Invisibility Cloak at least a thousand times before. Tonight, she would let the infamous James Potter know he was dealing with.
At the precise moment, when the large doors were opened wide enough at her angle, with a final drive of insanity, Lily leapt out of the old broom closet she had taken refuge in, and ran towards the opening, colliding herself with thin air that- for some reason- had shape. Lily flew down the steps, hearing the great doors close with a thunck.
Once she came to a complete stop, she found her hands dug into the dewy grass at the bottom of the steps, sitting atop what appeared to be a quantity of solid thin air, which was now swearing fiercely.
Lily paused for a moment to catch her breath, forgetting about what she was sitting on, until something shoved her off, and onto the wet grass.
"Georef! Georef!" Lily heard the air exclaim. "You bloody moron! What was that...?" The voice turned silent as she heard the swishing of a cloak. James was now completely visible. "Lily?" James asked incredulously as her ogled her from beside.
Lily blinked her perfect green eyes, before covering her lovely face with a furious expression. She stood with some difficulty, as she shook off James's hand that was trying to help her to her feet. "No! It's Father bloody Christmas! Of course it's me!" She snapped at him.
"N-no," James stammered, obviously still shaken by her surprise appearance." It's just that... how did you know I was there?"
Lily turned from brushing herself off to look at him for the first time. She looked at him straight in the eye, and after a moment, he looked away, blushing. Lily shook her head resignedly. "I'm not stupid, James. I knew something was up ever since I saw you appear out of nowhere from under that cloak of yours a few years back while I was night patrol." She saw his amber eyes widen behind his square-framed glasses. She continued, "Don't worry, James, I'm not dense enough to go around telling anybody. Only I know about your nightly fieldtrips," she reassured.
"How did you know I was coming out alone tonight?" James asked, narrowing his eyes in a curious manner.
"I could see a longing in your eyes," she answered, and James heard a note of fondness hidden somewhere in her bold voice. "A longing to think about things, I suppose..."
Lily gazed intently into his eyes, past his outer shell of mischief and cunning, breaking through the barriers that tried to block out Lily's stare. James turned away just in time, before she can look any further. He cleared his throat let his eyes fall to the dewy ground.
"Ah!" He exclaimed, breaking the tense silence. "We should be more covered... the last thing we need is someone finding two prefects outside after hours...alone..." Again, awkward silence.
"Well then!" Lily said, snatching the Invisibility Cloak from off the ground. "Off we go!" She grabbed James's wrist and pulled him toward her (he blushed while she did so), and flung the cloak over the both of them. Then she marched determinedly towards the Forbidden Forest, the utterly confused prankster in tow.