James stumbled into his dormitory still drunk on the taste of Lily.
He couldn't believe what had happened tonight. Not only did Lily Evans, the girl of his dreams, go on a date with him, but she agreed to another one. And she kissed him. He had fantasized about Lily kissing him, but nothing compared to the real thing. She tasted sweet, faintly of butterbeer, but mostly of just...Lily. She was amazing and perfect and he couldn't get her out of his mind.
He tried to be quiet, as all of his roommates were already in bed, but he noticed Remus awake and reading.
"Nice night, eh?" Remus raised an eyebrow at James' dopey expression.
"You have no idea," chuckled James. He noticed Sirius stirring, only to wake and see James standing in the doorway.
"It's about time, mate," yawned Sirius. "What kept you so late?"
"Not much, just the fact that she snogged me."
Sirius sat up so fast that he hit the bedpost, and Remus slammed his book shut.
"Snogged?! Bloody hell James-"
"Wha- who- How?!" Remus choked, clearly thinking that James wouldn't have much luck with Lily.
"Surprised, Moony? Guess you just don't know the charm that Potter men have on the ladies," James bragged.
"Woah, woah, woah. I'm still trying to comprehend how you got Lily bloody Evans to go on a date with you. How on earth did you get her to snog?" Sirius asked, mouth hanging open.
"We just...clicked tonight. I don't know how it happened. One minute we were saying goodnight, and the next she was kissing me. It was...amazing," James sighed.
Remus was now laughing while shaking his head and Sirius was slow clapping.
"Didn't know you had it in you, Prongs," grinned Sirius.
"About time, he's been fawning over her since fifth year," Remus said.
"More like fourth year," teased Sirius.
"Alright, you two. Settle down, or you'll wake everyone."
James got ready for bed, then turned out the light. He looked up to the ceiling in wonder. Tonight had gone even better than he had imagined. Lily seemed to have almost as good a time as he had. His thoughts kept flashing to her kissing him, and how much he wanted to do it again. His last thought before he drifted off to sleep was of Lily's bright green eyes.
Meanwhile, in Lily's Room
Lily stumbled into her room, feeling as giddy as ever.
She leaned against the door as she tried to fight back a smile. She had just kissed James Potter. And it was wonderful. That night had been one out of a fantasy. He had been a true gentleman, and everytime he held her hand, she swore she had swallowed a handful of butterflies. And when they kissed. Now, that was something else. She wanted to keep kissing him and never stop. It wasn't her first kiss, but it had a brand new feeling with it. No kiss had ever felt like that before. She could still feel his hands gripping her waist, the feel of his hair in her palms, and his breath, which tasted faintly of butterbeer.
She looked up to see a very awake Marlene looking at her questioningly.
"I've been waiting up, what on earth took you so long?" Marlene raised an expectant eyebrow.
"Nothing," Lily blushed. "Just lost track of time."
"Lost track of time doing exactly what?" Marlene said with a suggestive tone. Lily mumbled. "What was that?" called Marlene.
"Don't be so loud, you'll wake up the room!" hissed Lily. "I said we kissed."
Marlene cracked into a smile. "You. Kissed James Potter. James Potter. The boy who you've been rejecting since 5th year. You kissed?!"
"I don't know, it just happened" Lily mutterered. "The date went well, and he was being so sweet. Don't have a dirty mind, Marlene. It wasn't with tongue or anything. Just...a nice kiss." Lily could feel the smile creeping back onto her face.
"So?! Are you going on another date or what?"
"I told him, if I'm free, then yes."
"Lily Evans. You're dating James Potter."
"Am not," Lily paused. "Am I?" Lily flushed. She hadn't thought that one date could possibly mean they were dating, but what if James thought that? She figured she should clarify next time.
"We'll talk in the morning and you must tell me all the details," whispered Marlene, who was now turning off the light and finally drifting off to sleep.
"Yeah, yeah," giggled Lily, as she got ready for bed. She couldn't help but think of James. Those brown eyes that sparkled when he got excited. That goofy grin that was put on his face by her. His laugh that wrang out like bells that Lily wished could wake her every morning. As she closed her eyes, she thought of his brown ones, framed by his glasses, staring deep into her own.
