“You know, we’re not really following the rules.”
“The rules don’t explicitly forbid this.”
“Implications can be tricky.”
Lily gives Sirius a smirk as she readjusts her sitting position on the floor of the Potter Mansion library. They are hiding from James in a game of hide-and-seek. It is the Easter holidays, and the two of them, plus Remus and Peter, are guests at the Potters’ home. The game has just started, and Sirius and Lily have both sought refuge in the library.
“Do you think he’ll find us here?” asks Lily in a whisper.
“It’s hard to say,” answers Sirius, leaning against a bookshelf and stretching out his legs. “Either he won’t look here because it’s too obvious, or he’ll look here first for the same reason.”
“Hm,” is Lily’s only response. She is sitting cross-legged across the aisle from Sirius, her eyes now fixed on the shelves of books above his head.
“What section are we in?” Sirius asks.
“Classics, I think,” says Lily. She tilts her head up even further. “This library is massive.”
“Yeah, the Potters really enjoy their literature,” agrees Sirius, also gazing up at the hundreds of books around them. “So, Classics, eh? I suppose it could be worse. We could be in poetry.” He makes a face that Lily doesn’t see, for she is still taking in their surroundings.
There is a pause. Lily finally returns her gaze to Sirius, who suddenly realizes just how beautiful Lily Evans is.
But then he realizes that he shouldn’t be thinking that. He and Lily have become friends in the past few months, but she is still James’s girlfriend. She is still not his to be admired.
The sound of one of the library doors being opened causes Lily’s eyes to widen slightly. Sirius gets up into a crouch and moves over to Lily’s side of the aisle. He makes his way to the end and peers around the shelf. James is walking towards where Sirius and Lily are hiding.
Thinking quickly, Sirius moves back to Lily and motions for her to move to the other end of the aisle.
“Where is he?” Lily whispers.
“He’s coming our way,” answers Sirius urgently. “Follow me.” He takes her hand to lead her to a new hiding spot.
The two of them, hands clasped in a bond of escape and excitement, abandon their place in Classics as quickly as they can without alerting James of their position. Sirius hardly has time to think, his mind set on the direness that only a childhood game can cause, but he can’t help noticing that Lily’s hand seems to fit perfectly in his.
And then her hand is gone. They have found their new hiding place, and Sirius can only laugh at what it is.
“Poetry,” he groans softly, sinking down onto the floor.
Lily joins him, this time sitting next to him rather than on the other side of the aisle. She turns her head towards him and smiles.
Sirius meets her gaze, but keeps his face solemn. “Now don’t get too comfortable. This may only be a temporary solution,” he says, and despite his best efforts, Lily catches his mocking and only smiles even wider.
They stay that way for a few moments, Lily smiling and Sirius pretending to be serious. What happens next surprises them both.
Their lips meet in a kiss that is at once strange and exhilarating. Neither of them is sure who initiated the kiss, and neither of them cares. They part almost immediately, and in that fraction of a second, with their faces so close and their breaths caught somewhere back in Classics, they know that this strangeness is also exactly right.
Without hesitating, they are locked in a battle of passions, hands in hair and lips on skin and cautions thrust aside. They forget about where they are, who is searching for them, what will happen if they are caught –
“I can’t believe you,” comes a voice from somewhere above them, and suddenly Sirius and Lily remember.
They spring apart instantly, scrambling to their feet and standing in what they both contend must be the most awkward of silences ever endured. James completes the triangle, and the expression on his face breaks both their hearts. He stares at his best friend and his girlfriend, so obviously hurt and so clearly shattered that Sirius for once wishes they were not friends, because then the pain would not be so deep.
Sirius is about to speak, try to explain even though he can’t, but he is stopped as James says, “Fine,” in a voice that cracks almost inaudibly but still echoes amongst the books of poetry.
James walks away, then, leaving Sirius and Lily alone.