A/N: I guess these two drabbles somewhat relate.

Ehehehe... I was in the mood for something kissy-kissy related... so 'ere you go. Enjoy!

[ 11 ]

"Can I kiss you?" inquired James, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, fondly caressing the side of her head.

"I don't know, can you?" she teased, grinning slightly. She tilted her head against his hand and looked up at him, awaiting his response.

James sighed. Of course, Lily would make sure he would ask her properly before letting him kiss her. "May I kiss you?" he inquired once again.

"Nope," she responded almost immediately.

Flinging his arm across her shoulder and bringing her closer to him, he pouted. "Why not? I should be able to kiss you whenever I want though. What's the point of dating you if you won't even kiss me?"

"Just because we're dating doesn't mean that I will let you snog me whenever you wish." Lily looked smug now, but James was not pleased at the fact that his own girlfriend wouldn't even snog him.

"It's my birthday, though," James sulked, with a slight pout on his lips. "I'll just kiss you anyways."

In one quick motion, he ducked his head down before Lily could push him away and planted a slobbering kiss onto her check, grinning maniacally. Lily's face scrunched up in mock disgust and wiped her hand on her cheek. "Ewww, Potter. You are a terrible kisser. Remind me why I even bothered to go out with you again."

James tilted his head. "Well there's the fact that I am bloody handsome and charming. Oh and you're also in love with me—wait, are you implying that you only went out with me because I was a great kisser?"

"Well of course! What else is there to you?"

"Oy!" James cried out.

Lily chuckled and muttered something inaudible to his ears. "Now make yourself useful and kiss me, yeah?"

[ 12 ]

"Y'know, Sirius is a much better kisser than you are," Lily stated when they broke apart.

James, scowling, readjusted his hands and slid them down to her waist, untangling them from her hair. "How would you know?" he challenged.

Lily smirked, twirling a strand of his hair around her fingers. "Didn't he tell you? Sirius and I are getting together, and we're going to run away once we graduate."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Sirius and I are having a secret affair, James. I thought you'd be more observing about the things your girlfriend and best mate do together when you're not around."

James raised his eyebrows and reprimanded her. "You are not allowed anywhere near Sirius again. I can't have my girlfriend going around with my best mate. That'll do wonders to my reputation." He leaned his forehead towards her and captured her lips with his. "And as for kissing," he murmured under his breath, "I'll just show you who's a better kisser." He pressed his lips firmly against hers, moving them passionately and eagerly.

Lily grinned happily against his lips, as he was reacting to it in the exact way she wished. She knew her boyfriend—he would take that insult to heart and try his best to be better than Sirius. She made a mental note to apologize to him later as he hated to be compared to Sirius, but in the meantime, she let her lips take control. She kissed him back with just as much enthusiasm as a means of saying sorry.

A reviewer a day keeps this creepy writer away,

E.Q.