All Right, Evans?

Chapter 30: Let's Talk

The Last Day

James straddled the bench next to Lily at breakfast. "Evans."

Lily kept her eyes on her eggs and tried not to smile. "Potter."

James ran his hand back and forth over her thigh. "Go out with me."

Lily raised her eyebrows at her plate. "Hate to break it to you, Potter, but I'm already going out with you."

James pinched her. "I mean out-out."

Lily smacked his pinching hand and his fingers latched over hers. "Where do you propose we go on this out-out?"

James pushed her hair back and kissed the still-visible scar on her neck. "Nowhere special, but I won't see you for awhile and I'd like to spend some time alone with you before we leave tomorrow."

Lily squirmed a bit in her seat as James's breath tickled her skin. It was true that they hadn't been able to spend too much time together lately; between their friends, exams, Lily's prefect duties, and James's end-of-the-year Quidditch mania, there hadn't been many hours left in the day for them to be alone. And it would be weeks until James came to visit her during the holidays, and Lily wasn't looking forward to those empty weeks too much. She was looking forward to being with her family again, of course, but... this was James she was thinking about here, and that made a difference.

"Okay." Lily turned her head to meet James's smile. "What time?"

"Eight o'clock." James trailed his lips over her cheek. "Now kiss me so I can go pack."

"You haven't packed yet?" Lily sighed heavily.

"I've been busy."

"With what?"

"Well, right now, trying to get you to shut up and kiss me..."

Lily rolled her eyes, leaned in, mumbled something about him being a tosser, and began to give him a chaste peck on the lips, but of course a chaste peck on the lips was never what James Potter meant when he talked about kissing her. It didn't matter that they were in the middle of breakfast in the Great Hall; if anything, that only seemed to spur the intensity of his mouth on hers. One of his hands gripped the back of her neck while the other inched further up her leg, fingertips tracing circles along her thigh. Lily's hand was caught in the hair at the nape of his neck, holding him in place so she could continue kissing him back just as thoroughly, because after all a chaste peck on the lips was never what she meant when she talked about kissing him, either.

They were, however, interrupted as an arm swung around each of their shoulders and Sirius Black shoved his meddlesome head between their faces.

"Morning, kids," he said with a grin as he noticed James's flushed face and Lily's over-bright eyes. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"Shove off, Padfoot," James growled, pushing his friend away and grabbing Lily's face to continue, relieved when she happily reciprocated.

"Oh, come on!" Sirius exclaimed, half-exasperated, half-amused. "Moony made me come down here so I could drag you upstairs. Your shit's all over the place, my shit's all over the place, and he can't find any of his shit because of all our aforementioned shit. So would you please detach your face from Evans's before Moony comes down here and curses it off?"

James whimpered a little into Lily's mouth and pulled away a second later. "Fine," he sighed at Sirius and swung his legs over the bench. He looked at Lily again. "I'll see you at eight."

She nodded, a bit too winded from the force of the kiss to speak just yet. James grinned and leaned down to press his lips against her temple and whisper so suggestively into her ear that Lily was sure she wouldn't find her voice for the rest of the day. She noted his triumphant look as he left the hall with Sirius, then shook her head and went back to her cold eggs.