a/n: aand I'm back! Sorry about the month long wait kiddies. Have some fluff. It's practically a drabble, but it's better than nothing, right? *screams internally*

twenty-two – torn

It really has been quite a nice day, she decides. James has got her hand in his and let her have his scarf even though she protested that it's only November, and he hums as they walk through the street of Hogsmeade.

They're ambling back to the castle (sort of: they might have made a few detours along the way – the most productive being the stop in Honeydukes, her favourite being the stop in the secluded corner by The Three Broomsticks where he'd snogged her senseless) when James tugs her to a bench at the side of the lane and pulls her down on top of him. He offers her the bag.

She grins at him and then he can't help but grin at her tongue poking out while she chooses a cake.

"What?" she asks, spotting him laughing.

"Nothing," he murmurs, pressing his lips to hers. "Just you. Being gorgeous."

She rolls her eyes and pokes him. "Don't start."

He raises his hands in a gesture of innocence as she begins to peel back the wrapping of the cake with gloved fingers. James shifts a bit, sitting further back into the bench, and Lily slides closer into him. He hugs her and plants a kiss on her cheek and love you, Lil.

She nestles her head on his shoulder and sighs as she takes a bite. "Love you too," she smiles, holding out the cake for him to share. They sit together for a while, eating and kissing and hugging and touching. Lily nibbles around the edge of the cake, trying to keep the middle intact, and when she's not looking James takes a bite from the part she was saving.

Lily's mouth drops open and he grins at her. "You little – oi! I was saving that! Now only the horrible bit's left..."

James snorts, swallowing his mouthful. "It's a Cauldron Cake, Evans; it's the same everywhere. Well, apart from in the middle."

She glowers at him. "Exactly! You know for well, Potter –" she jabs her finger at him "– that you just ate the bit that I wanted and left me the outside bit, you prick."

"Language, Evans," he smirks, licking his fingers.

"You have icing on your nose," she points out childishly.

He raises an eyebrow. "Are you going to eat that last bit?"

Lily sighs. "I'm torn. Because on the one hand I don't like it, but on the other hand I don't want you to have it because you're a greedy git and you ate my favourite bit already."

"I resent that," he says, kissing her.

A small moan escapes her lips and she murmurs, "Do you have anything else you resent me for? Now would be an excellent time to share."

He chuckles and slides a hand up her back, the other one plucking the wrapper from her fingers and dropping it on the bench beside them. "Tons. Should I spell them out or just keep snogging you?"

Lily runs her hand through his hair and presses herself closer to him. "Snogging sounds good."