I woke up the next morning beside the embers of what had been last night's fire; I stretched my feet out in front of me before yawning. At some point in my well practised routine I noticed the rather uncomfortable and bony pillow next to me. It appears I may have fallen asleep on James Potter.
Woops.
He looked so cute when he slept, his mouth open slightly, his eyelids fluttering from the intense dream he seemed to be having, subconsciously my hand started to move closer and closer towards him until it was resting on his arm, he moaned obviously lost in his imaginary world,
"Lily," he whispered
My hand coiled back to its place by my side and I stared at him wondering if I had just imagined what he said, I tried to move, to return to my dorm in the hopes he had forgotten I was ever here but as I stood up I nudged his foot and although his eyes weren't fully open I could tell he was awake, "Hey Lils,"
I sighed inwardly, "Morning sleepy-head,"
"What time is it?"
I looked round to find the big clock on the wall, "well we've missed breakfast,"
"Well that's a bit depressing,"
I chuckled at this boys constant need for food, "I'm sure missing one meal won't kill you James,"
His smiled faltered before turning, once again, ridiculously swoon-worthy . No no NO!
"What's wrong?" I questioned
"Nothing, nothing at all. I do believe that that was the first time you have called me by my first name when you haven't been on the verge of an emotional breakdown, extremely angry, hence the use of my full name, or half drunk." He looked pleased with himself.
"That's so not true!" I wailed, "And hey! When have I ever been drunk?"
"I said half drunk,"
"You know perfectly well that, that James Potter is a perfect lie,"
"You are mad,"
"I've never been nearly drunk in my life,"
"Then you should probably start living more," he nodded 'knowingly'
"I live just the right amount thanks, but when I do want to become a raving drunk then I shall let you know,"
He grinned from ear to ear, reaching his hand up to grab mine, I snatched mine away before smiling, half jokingly half serious, "ah ah ahhh James, physical contact is only allowed when I become a raving drunk,"
"So if I spike your pumpkin juice I'm allowed to hold your hand?" he asked, entirely seriously
I shook my head in despair, "I need a shower,"
"Fancy a game of cards later?"
"Erm alright?" I questioned unsure of where that had come from,
"You look nice by the way Lily," I was about to thank and congratulate him for his new found skills of complimenting people other than himself before he added along with a cheeky wink, "sleeping practically on top of me really works for you, you should try it more often."
I left the room then, afraid he would notice the blush creeping its way up my neck and settling on my cheeks.