I was sitting on the ground in front of the couch, leaning against it staring into the fire, when James Potter sat down next me. I wasn't surprised. This year he had grown up and we'd become friends.
'Hey Lily-flower,' he said softly.
'Hey James.'
'Your beautiful,' he muttered. I don't know if I was suppose to hear it, but I did.
'Thank you,' I said softly.
'Lils?'
'Yea?' I said softly. He sounded nervous.
He put his hand on my cheek, turning my face from the fire towards him, his eyes fluttered from my eyes to my lips many times before he kissed me softly for a second.
'I'm sorry I -' he was cut off by my lips being pressed to his. I put my hand on his knee and leant in deeper into the kiss. He started to respond softly. I loved every second. Every feeling. Everything…
This is just a small fic about the beginning of Harry Potter. They don't have sex, just kiss. Well, hopefully someone knows what I mean…
