Dancing
"I hate parties", James declared, dropping onto the sofa next to Lily.
She frowned, "You do not hate parties. You like parties more than anyone else. You would bribe the prefects to let you have parties after every single match."
James turned his head with a small pout, "Let me be dramatic, Evans. I have a right."
She closed her book, "Fine. Why do you hate parties?"
He grinned, "Because I wanted to dance but Pete's gone on with someone, and Sirius and Remus have declared that the music sucks as a cover for the fact they're off making out on my bed. And now I have no one to dance with."
"Why don't you just dance by yourself?"
He gasped, a hand to his heart, "That's against my very being. I must have a dance partner, but they've all left me to rot away on this sofa, unable to dance."
Lily sighed, standing up and holding out her hand.
James glanced up at her, "What you doing, Evans?"
"I'm offering to dance with you."
"Me? Why?"
Lily threw her hands up, "Because you're moping about on the sofas, and I really don't mind dancing anyway. So we're going to dance. As friends."
James nodded, taking her hand, "A friendly, little dance between super platonic friends."
"Yep", Lily replied, pulling him to where the other students were dancing, "Completely platonic. Yes."
They started moving together, dancing, and spinning each other. But their grip on each other's hand never parted as they laughed and danced.
Then a slow song came on, and the two groaned.
"So boring", James huffed.
"How could anyone dance to this stuff? I think I'd fall asleep."
James grinned again, "As quidditch captain, I'm technically allowed to go to the field at absolutely anytime. And they've got speakers and a record player there for breaks and before the game. And I may have left a few ABBA records down there for practice. Very fun to dance to."
Lily beamed, "Let's go.”