a/n: shameless shameless smut for Lily's birthday. Although it's more of a not-graphic-shut-the-door-on-them type of thing.

twenty-four – waste

"You got them, you got them!" Lily launches herself at her boyfriend, face alight with joy. She kisses him soundly.

"Of course I got them, you idiot," he laughs, and then he bites his lip. "They're the right ones?"

She kisses him again. "Yes. Thank you. Thank you, thank you!"

Lily pulls the red platforms on over her pyjama bottoms and parades around her dorm. "Whataya think?"

James grins at her. "Gorgeous. Reckon they'd look much better off, though." He reaches out, tugging her shirt hem, and running his forefinger along the elastic of her pyjama trousers. "And these."

Lily snorts and plops down on the bed beside him. "I bet you do. Shove over."

He scoots over and wraps an arm around her, kissing her temple. "Happy birthday, Lil," he murmurs, and kisses her properly. Her tongue flicks against his bottom lip and slips inside his mouth, and his fingers creep under her pyjama shirt - which, incidentally, used to be his.

"We have Charms," she says throatily, biting on his bottom lip.

He rolls back and pulls her on top of him, nearly all the buttons on her shirt undone now by his insistent fingers. "Charms is a waste of time."

Lily hums her agreement and pushes the bottom of his T-shirt until it's up, over his head. Her fingers explore his skin and he swears as the cold January air breathes against his body.

"Shitting hell, it's freezing!" He pulls the duvet over them and wriggles down, the friction causing delightful sensations as their skin touches in places only they get to touch. She laughs as he buries his face in her hair, sucking at her pulse, and jokingly complains, fingers sifting through his hair.

"And yet you always laugh at me when I say it's cold."

"That," he says emphatically as she shrugs her shirt off her shoulders and his hands go instantly to her breasts, "is because my legs aren't a bloody hot water bottle, Evans. They aren't there for you to warm your feet on."

"Of course they are, don't be ridiculous," she scoffs, and runs her fingers through his hair, kissing him once, twice, three times -

James groans and rolls on top of her, kissing down her chest and across her ribs and along her stomach, breath ghosting against her skin and her name falling from his lips.

"I love you, Lily," he tells her, and his hair is rubbing against the duvet making it even messier than normal and his eyes are bright but dark with want and his cheeks are slightly flushed. "Happy birthday, baby. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, you know that?"

"Stop it," she says, and her fingers trace over his shoulders, neck, collarbone. "I love you, too."

James grins against her skin and then his weight is gone as he removes the shoes and works her pyjama trousers down her legs.

"Bloody hell, it is cold," she says, and he chuckles, mouthing kisses along the inside of her thighs as he travels up her body. "I don't suppose you can think of a way to warm me up? Take pity on a girl, on her birthday?"

James offers her a cheeky grin as he settles between her legs, tugging at the elastic of her knickers with his mouth, teeth grazing her hipbones . "I can think of plenty of ways, Lil," he says.

She settles back in the pillow with a smile on her face, and when his fingers curl inside her, she decides that this is definitely her favourite birthday so far.