Just some random fluff that hit me suddenly. And for once, I started writing right away... So here it is. Enjoy! Review and be loved, as always.

"I know what you feel about me."

Lily rolled her eyes. Potter was, once again, acting like the idiot he was. Instead of leaving her to herself, and letting her get in a bit of studying- it was NEWT year, after all- he chose bothering her. Because being the genius that he was- note sarcasm- he didn't ever study. No, in the eyes of James Potter, studying was only for common folk. Meaning, he himself was far above it.

"I'll give you a hint. It has four letters."

She sighed. Obviously, the ignorance policy wasn't going to work this time. Sadly, it hardly ever did.

"Oh, you mean hate?" she asked, without taking her eyes off the book in front of her, "Or loathing, but that doesn't have four letters. Though, I daresay there's a good chance you haven't noticed that little detail."

"No, that's not what I meant," said he, with that make-believe innocence she hated so much.

"Well, I could come up with some synonyms for hate, if I wasn't busy. Though that is, apparently, another detail you have failed to notice."

"Try antonyms," he suggested, still innocently, though with a twinkle of mischief in his hazel eyes. She had to admit he had nice eyes- very nice, even- even if she did hate him.

"No, that wouldn't work. See, the antonym of hate is love, and that is clearly not what I feel for you. Or have I not made it clear enough over the past six and a half years?"

"Actually, you've made it pretty clear. Clear that you love me, that is."

"In your dreams."

"You know what else has four letters?"

"Jinx. As in, I will jinx you into oblivion if you do not leave me alone right now."

"Actually, I meant kiss. As in, I really want to kiss you right now. And you love me, so you probably won't object."

"That theory would be accurate, if not for one small pretty big detail. I do not love-"

But she couldn't finish her sentence, because his mouth was very suddenly on hers, and he was kissing her. And funnily enough, she was kissing him back. Correction, she wasn't kissing him back. It was somebody, or something, that had taken control of her. And that giddy feeling that was welling up inside of her, of sheer happiness, belonged to whoever has taken control of her. Because she certainly wasn't happy right now.

Damn it, who was she kidding. She liked kissing James Potter, and that was the sad truth.

"What is it that you don't love?" he asked, when he finally broke away, a large and rather stupid grin spread on his face.

"W-what? Oh, yeah. Eggs," She managed to stutter, while attempting in vain to wipe a grin very much like his off her face, "I don't love eggs. I actually kind of hate them."

He raised his eyebrows, a skeptical expression on his face. She tried very hard to hold it in, but a giggle escaped her anyways.

"Oh, never mind," she said, and leaned in for another kiss.