Tap, tap.
Lily groaned in her sleep.
Tap, tap, tap.
"Lily, get your owl," Marlene McKinnon mumbled.
There was another tap, and Lily decided she couldn't ignore it anymore. Eyes still closed, she groped around the window sill, looking for the latch. She opened the window and waited for the familiar peck of her owl's beak.
Instead, a hand grabbed hers. Lily shrieked and jumped, falling off her bed. "Morning, love."
Lily opened one tired eye and saw a figure on a broomstick. "James," she sighed.
"You missed breakfast," he said. He handed her a basket that smelled delicious.
"Oh, the girls and I stayed up late," she said, setting down the basket and clambering back onto her bed.
She propped herself up on her elbows, the sunlight hurting her eyes a little but the sight of James making up for it.
"See you at the Qudditch match. Wear my lucky scarf," he said, leaning in for a quick kiss then zooming off on his broom with a wave.
Of course, Lily turned around to have her silly grin wiped off by the sight of four girls gawping at her.
"What?" she demanded.
"You're dating James Potter?" asked Hestia incredulously.
"Yeah, I am," she said defiantly. They gaped at her silently.
"You're so lucky," Marlene finally said.
"I know," said Lily simply.