A Little Snogging Won't Hurt

Lily Evans strolled into the common room, heaving her heavy knapsack over her shoulder. The flames in the fireplace crackled merrily, providing the wintry common room with warmth. Most were huddled around the fire, but a few were goggling at the beautiful snowy landscape from the tower windows.

Lily stopped in front of the common room exit and adjusted her bag strap on her shoulder. Once she was satisfied, she began to take a step forward, but her legs were locked in place on the chilly stone floor. Lily frantically tried to move her legs again, and when they didn’t move, she looked up and saw a clump of mistletoe suspended in midair above her head.
Lily sighed and leaned against the wall, thanking Merlin that she had something to lean on. She dropped her bag on the floor and waved her hand hysterically, trying to get her house mates’ attention.

“Hello?” she called out feebly. “Can anyone please help me over here?” Lily surveyed the boys in the room. Unfortunately, the only boys in the room were a few first years, and two of her yearmates, Sirius Black and James Potter. Who was going to bail her out of this mess? Certainly not a first year, and certainly not one of the rambunctious Marauders.

The two trouble makers looked up and noticed the Head Girl’s dilemma. She could see Sirius crack up in laughter, and his counterpart blush and look away. Sirius then stood and pushed his friend toward the exit, grinning mischievously. James’s face was flushed as he ambled toward Lily, who was still stuck.

“Um, hi, Evans,” James said warily, absentmindedly scratching the back of his neck. “I see you’ve got yourself in a predicament, here.”

“You’re such a sleuth,” Lily said dryly, looking up at the mistletoe with a sigh. “What are you doing here?”

“Um, I, er-- well, I’m going to t-try and help you out of this mess.”

“WHAT?” Lily screamed, looking at her peer in disbelief. “You’re going to kiss me?”

“Heh, heh…” James chuckled nervously, shuffling his feet. “Um, I guess, If you want--”

“No, I don’t want!” Lily looked scandalized. She concluded that Dumbledore was a sick, twisted, perverted old man who put up magic mistletoe just so he could watch two unfortunate people snog.

“Look, do you want me to help you or not?” James asked, becoming more confident. “If you don’t, that’s fine, I’ll go. You can get one of those wimpy first years to kiss you. I’m sure you’ll love that.” He began to walk away when Lily grabbed for the back of his shirt.

“Look,” she said, a grim smile tugging at the corner of her lips, “I’m sorry. I guess this is the only way I’ll be able to get away…” Lily looked into his eyes. “Will you kiss me?” The girl had a surprised look on her face, marveling at what she had said. Did she just ask the Head Boy to snog her? Was she going crazy? Maybe her dorm mates should get McGonagall so they could cart her off to St. Mungo's for once and for all.

James lips formed into a grin. “You sure?”

Lily glared. “Just get on with it already!”

“As you wish,” James said. She vaguely felt him pull her closer and wrap his arms around her thin waist. His breath was warm on her neck, and without realizing it, Lily snaked her arms around his neck, above his shoulders. Lily felt her knees go rather weak, and she found that she might have fallen to the stone floor if it weren’t for his firm, but gentle hold on her lanky frame. He leaned his face closer to hers, and Lily noticed that her face involuntarily moved forward a couple of inches as well. She tilted her head to the right and he tilted his to the left, and they inched closer and closer. Around them, time seemed to stand still; they didn’t notice the hushed whispers of their fellow housemates, and didn’t detect that the flames in the fireplace suddenly extinguished.

After what seemed like an eternity, their lips met. James slowly moved his lips against Lily’s, causing a flutter in the pit of her stomach. He is really gentle, Lily thought to herself as she felt his lips on hers. But she wouldn’t kiss back, no matter how tempting the invitation was.

A little snogging won't hurt, would it?

Lily began to kiss back; slowly, at first, but after she responded James took the initiative to make what started out to be a gentle kiss a passionate, heated, full-frontal snog. The black-haired young man lightly ran his tongue over Lily’s rosy bottom lip, sending a small shiver down her spine. She opened her mouth, letting his tongue explore, and returned his gestures. She began to play with the hairs on the back of his neck with her long, spindly fingers, and found that he quaked just as she had only moments ago.

The two shared another moment before they heard a sharp, loud cough from directly behind them. They pushed each other away, and one could see they both had bruised lips and flushed faces. The young adults looked up and saw their head of house giving them a smirk. This was something that Lily felt she could write in her journal about-- McGonagall smirking! She never thought she’d see the day. Then again, she never thought that she would be caught kissing James Potter. The day was just full of surprises.

James consciously stuffed his hands in his pockets as the professor walked in the direction of a group of first years. He turned to Lily, reaching up to ruffle his hair, but he stopped mid-movement and stuck his hand back in his pockets. “I’m, er, sorry about that--I mean, uh--”

Lily grabbed his collar with incredible force and pulled his face close. She whispered in his ear, “I know of an extremely cozy broom closet down by the Charms classroom. Would you like to take a stroll?” Her lips lightly grazed the top of his ear.

James grabbed Lily’s hand and pulled her out of the common room, eyeing her with pride. He pushed his way past his best friend, who had a smug grin plastered on his face.

Once the portrait of the fat lady closed, a scrawny, brown-haired first year boy turned to his friend. “You owe me five sickles!” he said, grinning in the direction of where the two Heads had stood.

FIN.