They stood like that for the longest time, James resting his chin on Lily's forehead, holding her, trying to wordlessly communicate so many things that could never be کہا aloud, at least not yet, not while she was this vulnerable, not while the both of them were still finding their footing as seventh-years. But one دن they would be said, James promised himself, one دن before graduation he would tell her all those things he'd been dying to say ever since Christmas of sixth year. It had been then, as he watched her kiss some Ravenclaw under a bough of mistletoe and wished harder...
"So, ready to tango?" James asked with a glint in his eye Lily couldn't quite identify.
"Yeah, sure – actually, James, wait. We need to talk."
"Oh, Lily, surely آپ can't be breaking up with me already!"
"James!" Lily hit him again, and was prepared to do it again and again; because even though she was opposed to physical violence on principle, it was literally the only thing that worked on James. "Shut up. Can't آپ take this seriously, just for once?"
"Is something wrong, Lils? Is it Snape? Did he... do something?"
"No, James, nothing's wrong. And it isn't Snape. It's you, actually."