Scuff
She was scuffing her shoes again.
Of course, she was only doing this because she was bored.
And maybe she was also scuffing her shoes because a certain Slytherin was staring at her.
She wished he would stop. Oh, how she wished he would stop!
But before she could get worked up about it, she felt someone flop down beside her under the beech tree, scattering her books in the process.
"James! How many times have I..."
The scuffing, and the question, was immediately transformed into laughter as the boy in question suddenly began kissing her face, hands, and neck, covering as much space as possible in his butterfly kisses.
And as Lily's hands began to dance across James' shoulders, an unwanted presence rose quietly and ran from the scene.