Mary had her arms wrapped around Lily in their dorm. They'd been chatting for hours wondering out of boredom before Lily drifted of to sleep so now Mary was stuck. She didn't mind having the ginger-haired girl enclosed between her arms but one, her right arm was losing circulation and, two, she really, really needed a wee.
Luckily, the Lily stirred awake soon after Mary's realised she was desperate for the loo and as soon as Mary was confident that the girl beside her was awake she didn't spare a moment dashing to loo, taking both her arms and her much coveted warmth.
"Where are you going?" She heard Lily shout as she ran for the loo.
Once she made it out again Lily was fully awake, head tilted in slight confusion. "How long were you desperate for the loo?"
"Only a couple a minutes. You woke up just at the right time." Mary answered, breathily. As she glanced towards the clock she realised that it was nearly eight o'clock, the day before her birthday.
She must of gotten side tracked -thinking about how today was the last day she would be fifteen. It had flown by her, and she wondered what she had done with it. If time went as quickly as this every year, she thought she'd be dead in a second.- because Lily turned up right in front of where she was gazing, snapping her out of her trance. Before she could really process what was happening, Lily gently placed her lips on the older girl and whispered, "I can't believe you'll be sixteen tomorrow. It feels like yesterday we were fourteen and struggling to confess our feelings for each other."
Mary leaned forward slightly so she could press her forehead against Lily's while she thought about the words The younger girl had just uttered. She was right. So Mary pecked her on the lips, signing to the startling ginger girl that she agreed. "Let's go for walk, down by the lake." Mary suggested.
"OK." Lily agreed.
The walk down to the lake was chilly and once they were there, they found a crusty, brown tree to lie against. Mary sat down first, Lily sitting between her legs so she could braid her hair.
They didn't speak for a while, wanting to just enjoy the silence and serenity of the world. In that moment it felt like nothing could touch them or hurt them. That feeling Mary thought she would never be able to feel again. She didn't feel resentful about it, she was actually slightly elated that she would never feel this way again because sometimes we're lucky if we feel things once and if we do get to feel them again, the nostalgia would override the love we once had for everything that was.
"Do you remember when we were in fourth year and you desperately wanted me?" Lily murder, lightly.
"Oh did I, now?" Mary snapped back gleefully.
"Yes, you did. You were obsessed with me." Lily continued on, sarcastically.
Just as Mary got to the end of Lily's French braid, she bantered, "And how did you know that?" She raised an eyebrow, questioning her girlfriends knowledge of their relationship.
They both knew that they were both oblivious to the others feelings at the start and it took litteraly getting stuck in Snape's potion cupboard for them to confess their feelings to each other. If it wasn't for the fight they were having at the time, they may of never confessed at all.
Lily clawed the grass with her hands, yanking herself into a standing position, she slapped her hands onto her hips and answered sassily, "Because it would be impossible not to be utterly and irrevocably in love with me." She pouted her lips up towards the lips, projecting her over confidence towards the brown, curly haired girl sitting in front of her.
Mary had enough of Lily spouting her nonsense (even if it was more truth than not) and got up as well. In a fit of over confidence, Lily had turned her back on Mary making it easier for her (Mary) to sneak up on the younger girl and snatch her, round the waist.
"Ahhh, what are you doing you dim wit?" Lily yelled from her odd position.
"I won't put you down until you admit you were just as love-sick as me." Mary retorted, her voice risen with cheekiness.
"No, nevaaaah. " Lily giggled, craning her torso (and her head up) and throwing her hand up towards the sky, imitating a pirates victory stance.
Mary began giggling along with her girlfriend making it virtually impossible to keep her up their. In the end she gave in to her urgent need to buckle over with laughter.
They laughed for what felt like forever against the cold grass, hand in hand.