four – chastity
His hands are grabbing at her robes – hers are tugging at his hair – as he hastily unbuttons them and their lips meet and his tongue slips inside her mouth and chastity my arse, she thinks, moaning as the costume falls away. She switches her fingers to his jacket and strips away the layers, divesting him of his t-shirt too. His fingers are warm in contrast to the cooler air of the broom cupboard and – James – when he does that she just can't think straight.
They've only been going out for a month at most and she reckons they shouldn't be doing this but a Hallowe'en snog seemed too good to miss. The partygoers – their fellow seventh-years – provided the perfect cover and at least, she thinks, the two of them had the decency to escape the crowds before giving in to temptation.
James pulls away, breathing heavily, and she sighs. He gives her a quick peck before wrapping his arms around her, burying his face in her hair.
"Lil," he says, but it's more of a question, and he waits for her reply before continuing. "Are you – do you want to –"
He curses under his breath but she doesn't hear, lost in the feeling of his voice vibrating through his chest and his skin against hers.
"What?" she asks, and her voice is soft and slightly breathless.
He takes a breath and leans back, his hazel eyes searching hers. "Do you want to – you know – take this further?"
James blushes slightly at the implication and Lily finds it endearing. She bites her lip and gives him a small smile.
"If you want," she says, and he fights to keep his breathing steady. "But not here."
"My dorm?" the boy asks, determined to do this right but hating it all the same – it sounds so cheap when he says it like that, so worthless.
Lily nods and he kisses her, buttoning up her robes before they leave, and she hands him back his shirt.
They walk hand in hand to the Gryffindor tower, not saying much at all, but both smiling, and then suddenly it's felix felicis to the Fat Lady and they're stumbling into the empty common room, bodies close, kissing fiercely. Her knees hit the edge of the sofa and she collapses, yanking his clothes suddenly in an attempt to stay upright, but it doesn't work and they crash down. James lands hard on top of her and she's squashed into the cushions and the frames of his glasses dig into her cheek and she can feel him silently shaking with the effort of supressing his laughter and then they're both giggling, giggling, giggling.
"Sorry," she whispers, once they've adjusted into a more comfortable position. She leans her head on his chest and his arms encircle her, pulling her closer.
"S'alright," James replies, and kisses her forehead.
Lily tilts her head and looks up at him. "'S'alright'?" she asks, and he nods. "Are you sure?" He nods again. "Because I know this isn't what you wanted and –"
"Lil," he says, brushing his fingers across her lips and cutting her off. "I don't care. I'd wait years for you, because you are what I want, alright?"
She kisses him and tightens her hold on him.
"Well," James says when they break apart, "maybe not years. Admit it, Lil: years without any reprieve would be plain cruel, and I know you're not – what?"
She's smiling and laughing and shaking her head and trying to frown at him. "Shut up," she says, and the slow grin that spreads across his face makes her love him just that little bit more.