Remembering

The Party: Part Two

James stood over me, his face split in a grin.

"You're not drunk, are you?" I asked warily.

He shook his head. "Nah, just a little buzzed. You?"

"Same here." I fiddled with my skirt, not really knowing what to say. I knew why he was here, but I really didn't want to encourage him.

"Well then," he whispered, sidling closer. "Where's that kiss you promised, eh?"

I sighed. "James, that was just --"

He pulled me to my feet. "Just what? You promised." He winked at me.

I sighed. "Well, yeah..." I suddenly couldn't look him in the eye. I stared at my shoes, then at the floor, and then at my hands.

He smirked, leaning in. I held up my hand. "No, James, I don't know..."

"What, Lily?" he said, his mouth inches from mine, his eyes on my lips. He looked a little... hurt? Disappointed?

I looked down. "I -- I --"

That was when I smelled it. That smell from Amortentia, the one I could never figure out. I was him. I smelled James.

Shit.

I pressed my lips together and sighed. "Well, I don't know... I -- Amortentia..."

"You're not making much sense, Lily," he said seriously.

"Sorry, I --" I shook my head to clear it. Why couldn't I think straight?

"Please, please kiss me. Please," he pleaded, his eyes wide and his brow furrowed.

I pursed my lips. "Are you sure?"

He leaned in closer. I could feel a blush creep up my neck. His lips were almost touching mine.

"Yes," he whispered. I felt dizzy as he said it. Then I decided.

"Okay," I whispered back.

What? I really wanted to see what it was like.

And then we were kissing, and it was like nothing I'd ever known before. It was pure heaven, and here he was, James Potter, kissing me, Lily Evans, and it felt so wrong, but at the same time it was like all the planets had aligned, his lips were so soft and smooth and he was actually a really good kisser. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him back fully, forgetting that he was James Potter and that this wasn't supposed to be happening. I was supposed to hate him or something, but then I realized that maybe I didn't.

Maybe I loved him.

His hands at my waist pulled me closer and I tangled my hands in his soft messy hair. His tongue flitted against my lips and I decided to give him entrance.

And then we were full-on snogging.

I broke away for air for a second and rested my forehead against his, panting.

He grinned at me. "I love you, Lily Evans."

And then I was kissing him again, and this time it was passionate, almost like I loved him back, and when I thought this I pushed him against the wall, and kissed him more.

I had kissed plenty of guys before, but he was different, in a way I couldn't explain, maybe it was the way that his touch sent shivers down my spine or the fact that I was blushing way too much or it was how soft his hair was... I didn't know anything anymore, my mind was drawing a blank, the only thing I could think was James.

He broke away to attack my neck, leaving little love bites all over that were sure to stay. "James," I gasped as he made his way back up to my jaw and I turned my head and kissed him full on the mouth again.