“You didn’t have to come,” Lily said through a nervous laugh. “It was only a joke, when I said that. We haven’t been dating long, and here you are - at my doorstep, during winter hols.” She played with her hands, fingers entwining and pulling awkwardly at each other as she looked up at him. He was smirking in that way she was convinced only James could manage. Her heart thumped annoyingly against her chest and she could feel the flush rising up from her neck, splashing onto her cheeks. Surely he must think her mad, having requested his presence.
“Well, here I am,” he said easily with a nonchalant shrug, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his trousers.
Lily watched him uneasily, her blush growing redder and redder. She willed it away, but it was no use. Here she was in a rather precarious situation, all because of her big mouth. It was two weeks prior when she vented senselessly to James about Vernon and Petunia’s anticipated joint presence over the winter holidays; in a rush of frustration towards the situation, she had let the words “I wish you could be there!” slip from her lips.
And there he was. Staring at her, that stupid (but actually endearing) smirk plastered to his face, saying nothing.
“You clean up nicely,” she muttered.
“It’s been known to happen.”
Lily smiled, the sound of his voice this time reassuring to her. “I reckon you might even pass as normal to Petunia and Vernon.”
“Don’t hold your breath.”
“Nice touch with the pinstripes.”
“Pin-whats? Sounds dangerous.” Smirk still in place, James took a step closer towards her, closing the distance between them significantly. She felt at ease, rather like they were back at Hogwarts in a corridor and not standing in front of her childhood home.
“Pinstripes,” she corrected, matching his step. She brought a hand to his arm and traced one of the thin, grey stripes with her finger. “It’s the term used -“
But what exactly pinstripes were he was not about to find out. He brought his lips to hers easily, a chastely sweet kiss that caught her off guard and she gripped his arm to steady herself.
And when he pulled back just enough to look her in the eye, Lily decided that perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad for him to be there after all.
(art & drabble by me; characters (c) JK Rowling.)