This is sort of like Chapter 2... although a bit longer. I acknowledge that fact because that's the way I meant it to be. So here it is!
Dare
James Potter looked up and saw only one thing: Lily Evans, long red hair twisted around her fingers in frustration, was sighing.
Books were scattered on the floor around her, their pages illuminated by the dying glow of the fire.
James Potter noticed the way she looped her g's, the way her fingers practically caressed her parchment, and sighed with her.
Lily Evans, being perfectly aware of the company she kept, looked up. She smiled in welcome, patting the spot next to her on the floor.
James Potter, being the Maurauder he was, pushed himself off his chair, picked up his feet, and plopped himself down on her schoolbooks.
Lily Evans dared her heart not to explode as she started playing with his hand.
James Potter, on the other hand, dared his lips not to seek hers as her slender fingers tickled his palm.