Disclaimer: too dangerous. Ya know, crazed fans and such?
FEBRUARY 20 FOURTH YEAR
Lily was sitting in the Library, James sitting next to her. They were working on a Charms project they had together, much to Lily's dismay. Lily was resting her head on the table for a moment, and before she knew it, was asleep.
James looked at Lily, who was sound asleep. She looked so sweet, so innocent, so… harmless. The girl who had more power in her pinky finger than most people had in their entire being. Look at what she had done to Lucious Malfoy. Harmless indeed.
Well, he couldn't very well leave her to sleep on a table in the library, could he? So like a good stalker, James collected their things and carried Lily up to his common room.
Lily woke up on a soft surface, rather warm. Okay, that was odd, considering she fell asleep in the library… She looked around to find she was in the Gryffindor Common room. And that her shoes were off, and she was lying on a couch by a fire covered in blankets and surrounded by pillows.
Nearby, she saw James sleeping in a chair. Lily listened to his deep, even breathing for a few minutes before going over to him. She sat on the armrest and studied him. After a while, she realized why she was studying James Potter in the middle of the night. She liked him. And she liked that he liked her.
Lily debated whether or not to do it. She really did. But the curious side won out. You see, he had this habit of running his hand through his hair. And it bugged the hell out of her. Which was partly why he did it, but now we're getting off topic.
So Lily tentatively reached out and ran her fingers through his hair. Her fingers delighted in the sensation, and she did it again. It was like touching silk.
With a small smile, Lily returned to studying his features, or more, his lips. She longed to see if they were as soft as they looked. She glanced around, then, hoping James was a heavy sleeper, traced his lips with her finger. Which only succeeded in making her lips jealous.
"What am I doing?" she whispered to herself. "He's the bloody Gryffindor Prince, and I'm the Slytherin Princess. It would never work. So what the bloody hell am I doing?"
Then she realized he was watching her. She knew she had felt him shudder when she ran her finger over his lips. Damn. She looked at him with wide eyes as he licked his lips. He watched her every move as she fidgeted uncomfortably.
"James, I—" he suddenly leaned forward, and their lips met. Lily, in a daze, allowed him to deepen the kiss. Her lips were in heaven. Then she snapped out of it and pulled back so fast she fell off of the armrest.
"This never happened," she panted, skin white, cheeks flushed, eyes wide and panicked. "Never." And scurried out of the common room, leaving a stunnned James behind her.
And they acted as if it never happened. But Lily more and more caught James looking at her with slightly glazed eyes, studying her. And worse, she caught herself watching him.