Written for Hogwarts' Around the World Event: Brunei - (action) being chased.

Word count: 491

Snowball Fight

With a startled yelp, Lily ducked down and narrowly avoided the densely packed snowball that sailed over her head and crashed into a nearby tree in a white, powdery shower.

The cold wetness she could feel spreading atop her head, dripping through her hair, told her that she hadn't escaped the sneak attack entirely unscathed, however.

"James!" she yelled, fighting down the automatic smile that wanted to spread on her lips. "Stop it!"

For all answer, a second snowball flew at, only just avoiding her shoulder. Honestly, she should have known that James was up to something like this when he had insisted they should meet outside the village instead of going to Hogsmeade together the way they usually did.

She managed to catch a glimpse of James' telltale messy black hair before a volley of snowballs forced her to flee, laughing.

Her feet pounded heavily on the snow and her breath fogged before her as she ran, keenly aware that James was running after her, chasing her.

"I'm going to catch you!" James singsonged.

"No, you're not," Lily shot back over her shoulder. James would probably turn out to be right—Lily ran fast, but James had the advantage of pelting her with snowballs which slowed her down, and he had longer legs.

In the end, James tackled her into a fluffy snow pile and Lily screamed as it started to get inside her clothing, leaving cold lines of frost to run up and down her skin.

"See?" James smirked smugly. "I did catch you."

Lily smiled at him lovingly, leaning in closer until their breaths mingled and their lips nearly touched—and then she shoved a handful of snow down James' back, laughing as he yelped and flailed away from her, only succeeding in kicking up more snow.

"Very funny, Evans," he said with a pout once he had managed to stand up and shake out the worst of the snow. "Very funny."

Lily smiled at him sunnily, biting back on her laughter. "Thank you. I thought so."

Snorting, James offered her a hand to help her up. For an instant, Lily considered using it to drag him down instead, but she was starting to grow cold and tired of the dampness of her clothes, and warming charms had nothing on actually being somewhere warm.

"That was fun," she admitted. As they started walking, she looked back at the once pristine pile of snow—now clearly disturbed. It gave her an idea, though. "Hey, do you think we can pull the same thing on Sirius next time we come here?" she asked, linking their elbows together.

James startled a little. "Probably not," he replied with a disappointed smile. "Sirius knows me—he'd see me coming a mile away."

Lily huffed out a laugh." But would he see me coming?"

James turned to face her, grinning widely. It made Lily's heart skip a beat.

"You know what? I don't think he would."