It all started out very innocently enough. They had both arrived back from their patrolling duties as prefects late in the evening. On top of that, they also had homework to finish from various classes. Remus had been halfway through his Potions essay when Lily had suggested they roast marshmallows.
“Lily,” Remus sighed, running his hand through his hair, “I need to get this essay done, not cook confectionary over the fireplace.”
Looking at the gloomy look on Remus’s face, Lily laughed. “Don’t worry, Remus, it’ll be fun! I help you with your essay tomorrow morning—I’ve already finished it.”
Remus looked at her incredulously. “Do you always finish your homework that early?” he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice.
“No,” Lily replied, “But Potions is rather easy.”
“Maybe for you,” Remus grumbled, but he could not help smiling at her.
Lily grinned back. “You wait right here, I’m going to get the marshmallows from my dorm.” Before Remus could say anything in return, she had already run up the stairs that lead to the girls’ rooms, her dark red hair swinging behind her. He had always thought of Lily as pretty, but he would never admit it to her. For one, he’d be too embarrassed, and what would happen if James found out? He liked the support of his friends, and he didn’t want them to fight over something as petty as a small crush on a girl…
“I’m back!” Lily called, bringing with her a small package. Remus’s eyes bugged at the sight of it.
“Lily, how many marshmallows did you bring?” he asked.
Lily’s eyes glittered. “Enough.” Out of what seemed like nowhere, she procured some skewers. She passed one to Remus, and he could not help but feel tingly when her hand brushed his.
After selecting a pink one from the packet, she happily poked it onto the skewer and thrust it near the fireplace. Remus chose a white one and did the same.
They sat together in silence, apart from the crackling of the flame.
“You know,” Lily said, “I think they’re almost ready.”
Remus removed his from the fireplace and examined it. “It’s gone all black and charcoal-like.”
Lily swatted at his shoulder and Remus nearly lost his balance. “Don’t be silly, these are Muggle
marshmallows—they’re meant to cook like this.” Sliding her own off her skewer, she pushed it gently into Remus’s semi-open mouth. “Don’t you think they taste better, though?” she asked brightly.
Remus, who was still trying to recover from the shock of having a marshmallow shoved in his mouth, merely nodded. After managing to regain control of his tongue again, he swallowed it.
“Did you like it?” Lily asked, eyeing Remus’s white marshmallow. “Aren’t you going to give me yours, considering I so graciously gave you mine?”
He nodded, picking up the marshmallow and gently placing it in Lily’s mouth. He felt happy, carefree and warm, and that warmth didn’t come entirely from the fire.