A/N: I haven't done much writing outside of my rps as of late and was itching to do something. Unfortunately, I was also more than a bit buzzed when I wrote the majority of this. I still proofread and edited once sober, but... you get the idea. I should probably just put a disclaimer that just about all of these will probably be done spur-of-the moment and will more or less be given to the public raw. 'Hope you like sushi.

Anyway, that was a weird tangent. Enjoy! And remember that reviews remind me that people have an interest in these and therefore, keep me motivated.

6. Heat

"Do you remember when this used to be so easy and fun?"
"Er… no. Have you gone mental, Evans?"
The redhead laughed and shoved against her patrol partner's arm. "Shut up, of course I haven't."
"It's only been one week without it," James reasoned.
"What can I say? I got used to the easy road."

The "easy road", as Head Girl Lily Evans called it, was using James Potter's special map of the castle for their patrols. All they had to do was check it periodically and they could just sit in the Head's office, studying together, playing card games, or… other things. Unfortunately, the phrase "all good things must come to an end" had proven to still be very relevant. Somehow (the boys still wouldn't 'fess up), the map had been lost, except in this case "lost" meant, "confiscated". It was sitting happily in Filch's office of all places and no one had the time or nerve to get it back. NEWTs were upon them. The end of education was upon them. The war was upon them.

"It's just so taxing, strolling at a leisurely pace through the castle, isn't it?" James teased.
"Given this heat wave?" asked Lily. "Yes, actually. A bit."
"This?" he asked, "This is nothing," he replied, flashing a crooked grin her way.
"Since when were you such a heat-freak?" she asked, pulling her hair back and up away from her neck. The sun had set ages ago, but the castle still felt sweltering – especially this part, where there was hardly a window anywhere to allow for a breeze to cool the air.
"Probably since I finally snagged a bird like you," he said.

Before Lily could even roll her eyes at his stupid joke, she felt his hands on her upper arms and she was being spun through the hallway until her back collided with the wall of the corridor. His lips were soon on hers, so soft, so gentle, but still very insistent. Their lips parted as one machine, his warm tongue sliding into her mouth. Her hands tugged at the tail of his shirt, pulling his body closer to hers. His body heat rolled over her in waves, every part of him assaulting her senses.

He smelled of soap and sweat from the heat of the day and baked dirt from their Herbology lesson. His lips were soft and gentle, but with a needful hunger to them as he consumed her. His hands continued to grip her forearms as his body pressed against hers. The wall pressed against her back and drove her further against him. His breath was hot, adding to the high temperature of the situation. Lily's hands slid under his shirt, touching his searing flesh where she could. Lean muscles tensed under her fingers and beads of sweat reduced the friction and took her mind to other times they had been in such a position as this.

Their breaths were coming faster, shallower, and more desperate. Their lips moved against each other frantically – quite as if this might be the last time they were together. Their tongues danced against each other and in the other's mouth, exploring what they could. There was always something new to learn, some new movement to try to send the other one into a frenzy.

Unable to contain herself, Lily let out a low moan as she rose onto the balls of her feet to press her pelvis against his. She wanted him – no, needed him. Right then.

James sighed into her mouth and began to pull away. Both were breathing heavy and both were more uncomfortable than before. But not just because of the heat of the day. Lily followed his mouth, pressing her lips to his once more. A deep moan sounded from James and suddenly they were kissing once more with intensity. No amount of contact was enough for either of them and it took just about everything they had to not start tearing clothing off of the other.

Perhaps being cool was overrated.