AN: I am going to finish this.

They stood at the bottom of the staircase and Lily could hear the stone gargoyle move back into place behind them. The reality of what was happening was settling in and she did not like it one bit. How had it already been seven years? How had it only been seven years. So much had happened, so much had changed. Her entire life had been turned upside down but it seemed like nothing had changed at all. Things were just as they were supposed to be.

She felt James take her hand discreetly, even though there was no one around, and let herself be lead away. She soon realised he was taking her up to the Gryffindor tower for the last time. They climbed through the portrait hole and Lily walked to the window. She looked out at the grounds, her eyes stopping at the patch of trees where she had seen a stag- she hadn't known it was James at the time- disappear into the woods during her fifth year. She could here James shuffling behind her, and could practically feel him trying to think of something to lighten the mood.

"I'll never forget this sofa," James laughed, and she instantly started smiling. His laughter was contagious. She turned to look at him, waiting for him to go on. "I was sitting there," he pointed to a seat," When you hexed me in our second year for nicking your favourite quill. You blew my hand up to the size of a melon." Lily chuckled at the memory. "And then, five years later, in that exact spot you blew me-" movement behind James caught Lily's attention, and to her horror, there were two third years standing by the fireplace looking horrified. How long had they been standing there? James saw her expression and whipped around to se what she was gaping at.

Lily felt her cheeks flush and she wanted to crawl into a hole. But she recovered quickly. "What are you doing here?" She demanded, hating herself for being so rude.

"We- He- He left his book- We came to-" stuttered the shorter of the two. Lily folded her hands over her chest.

"Well, hurry up then! you don't want the train leaving without you, do you?" she said curtly, making them scurry up the stairs.

Lily turned to glare at James. "James. Harold. Potter. You have probably scarred those poor children for the rest of their lives!"

"Oh come on, Lils! It wasn't my fault. And they're hardly children. When I was their age I had already-"

"I do not need to know what you and Martha Stent got up to, thank you very much," she interjected with a hint of envy. James smirked. Although he would never admit it, James loved when Lily got jealous. It gave a sort of boost to his esteem; as if the big headed toe rag needed it. He began walking towards her.

"I'll have you know," his voice was low and husky. "That she was... forgettable." Lily felt herself feel a little happy at that. James was standing very close to her now; there was less than an inch between them.

"As opposed to?" Lily asked, mock concernedly, raising an eyebrow. Without warning, James wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his lips to hers. She raise her hands to clench his hair while she opened her mouth to let him in. He began walking them backwards until Lily felt her thighs hit the desk behind her. In one swift movement, James had hoisted her up onto the desk and was kissing her more passionately. Lily wrapped her legs around his waist and held him closer, tangling her fingers in his already messy, black hair. Lily could tell James was losing all self control and she was on the verge of letting instinct take over herself when a thud shocked the pair back to reality.

James jumped away from her, panting heavily, glasses askew, hair standing up in every direction. They turned to the staircase to see the two third years standing there petrified, with a large book laying open by their feet. Lily hopped off the desk and tried to straighten her sweater which James was in the process of freeing her from.

The shorter junior snapped out of his temporary paralysis and scrambled to pick up the book before practically dragging his friends by the collar, away from the flustered Heads.

AN: How are you guys doing? It's been a while. I hope you liked this, I've forgotten what it is to write a story so apologies if it's not up to the mark. Please do let me know what you think in a PM or a Review. Thank you for reading!