They sat together in a secluded part of the courtyard, on a stone bench behind some tall trees. It was not quite past curfew but it was far too cold for anyone else to be out of doors at this time of day. The sun had set an hour ago, and only the moon gave away their presence as its light reflected their pale faces. They were talking closely, their hands entwined between them and stealing kisses every so often. The wind began to pick up and she laughed in a nervous, embarrassed fashion as her long hair swept about her face and her robes began to blow up. He did not seem to mind however, simply holding them down with his free hand and continuing to kiss her despite her hair whipping at his face. They broke apart only to lean against each other, smiling fondly into each other's eyes.
Lily watched the scene play out from a window on the second floor.
"Do you suppose I must have been a very bad girlfriend, then?"
James paused beside her only briefly to see what had caught her attention before continuing his leisurely pace down the corridor. "I don't know."
With a final glance at the couple Lily pushed off from the window ledge, following him with her arms crossed across her chest. James paused at a well known snogging spot to flip back the tapestry only to discover an empty hallway. Lily was able to catch up with him and fell into step as they continued along the main corridor. "I hate that they look happy. Why couldn't he have been happy with me?"
"I don't know," he said again.
Lily huffed at his lack of opinion. "I don't understand why people cheat. Wouldn't it be easier to just break up with the old person before moving on? Then they wouldn't have to sneak about in the wind and the dark like that."
"Maybe they think it's romantic out there." He did not see the glare she sent him as he retrieved his wand and shone it's light down the next corridor. "Quiet tonight."
She huffed again. Couldn't he just, for once, agree with her?
Finally he turned back to her, catching sight of her cross expression by the light of his wand. "What?"
"Nothing," she sighed, stepping past him and starting off down the next stretch of corridor.
She could hear his footsteps pick up behind her as he jogged to catch up with her brisk pace. "Are you not well or something?"
"Or something," she muttered.
They walked in silence a bit further until James stopped abruptly, taking her hand so that she was also forced to a halt. "Let me show you something," he said, indicating over his shoulder.
"James," she sighed. "I really just want to finish rounds, okay? I'm tired and-"
"It'll make you feel better."
She seriously doubted it but he was smiling nicely as though he really thought he had some sort of treat in store. "What is it?"
"A surprise."
"The last time you told me that my hair turned green."
He sniggered at the memory before extending his hand. "Come on, you'll like it."
She was skeptical but took his proffered hand anyway, allowing him to guide her up staircase after staircase in what was mostly silence. She realized where he was taking her the moment she stepped foot on the seventh floor.
"Ah," she smirked as they came to a halt beside a familiar tapestry. "The mysterious wall." She released his hand to run her fingers across the bricks. "Are you sure there's a room big enough for a party behind there?"
"And a broom closet, convenient for disposing of a couple of Head prefects."
She glanced at him over her shoulder, her brow furrowed. "It's in the room?"
