A/N: Many thanks to JKR for giving us this wonderful world and these lovely characters.

2. Honey

It was not their most cleverly named treat; that was for sure. Honey Bees. How in Godric's name could anyone guess that something named after a true insect was a confectionary made from honey, vanilla, and a few other delectables? She had been dared to try one in her third year, and in a flash of general annoyance and irritation, had accepted.

They were much like the idea behind chocolate frogs. They were sweets that resembled a living thing and that moved around a bit. Of course, they didn't have stingers, because then who would eat them? But in all other respects, Honey Bees looked like the real deal, which is why Lily had shown disgust towards them and why, after getting in an altercation with that git, she had been forced to eat one.

Now it was four years later and she was recalling that specific memory as she held a jar of what had quickly become her favourite treat.

"…I can't believe you're making me do this," said her boyfriend – the same git from four years earlier – in a generally disgruntled tone.
"Hush, you'll thank me for it later."

To Lily, a Honey Bee was late spring and early summer in edible form. It was freshly blooming flowers that needed pollinating. It was light breezes upon bare skin, and sun baking warmth. It was the smell of fresh rain in a garden. It was dew upon the front lawn in the early morning as the fog lifted back into the sky. It was the sound of textbook pages ruffling in the breeze as she did her holiday homework on her bed with the window open. It was the tinkling of the neighbour's wind chimes.

Minutes later, when James pressed his lips to hers in a hidden alleyway in the small village, Lily found that she could forget it was winter. The taste of vanilla washed away the vision of the dirty slush in the road. The rich honey took away the bite from the harsh December wind. The subtle notes of cinnamon brought the sound of the wind through leaves to her ears.

As their lips parted and his tongue tentatively greeted her mouth, she could forget about the war, about school, about her sister, about… everything.

Because as their breaths mingled, and their hands gripped each other's bodies tight, the rest of the world fell away from them.

And everything was honey.