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The Five Senses

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Chapter Four: Taste

He’s sitting in the Gryffindor common room with his mates, as they play exploding snap.

“Bullocks! I lost my eyebrows again! I’m going up to bed.” Exclaims Peter, slightly miffed at his loss.

“Awe, c’mon, Wormtail! It’s not even midnight yet!” calls Sirius.

“C’mon Padfoot, let’s go play in our dorm, and for Merlin’s sake, let Wormtail win for once!” says an exasperated Remus, dragging Sirius up the steps to their dorm.

“Prongs mate, you coming?” calls Sirius.

“Nah, I think I’ll stay down here a bit longer.” He says, staring into the fire.

He’s almost asleep, when the portrait hole opens and in steps Lily Evans.

“Evans,” he says, dragging out her name. “Back from a late night exploit, are we?”

 “Bugger off, Potter.” She says, her emerald eyes flashing.

“Relax, Evans, it was a joke. You need to lighten up a little.”

“Just because you-“ she begins, poking him in the chest with her finger, “go gallivanting around the school, doing who knows what, with who knows who, doesn’t mean I do the same!”

He doesn’t know how it happens, all he knows is one minute she’s poking him, and the next, his mouth is on hers, and he’s slowly backing her up against the wall, one hand on her waist, the other over her head. She tastes like vanilla mint, like the Muggle gum he tried one summer with Sirius.

He pulls away, looking at her stunned face, and he smirks.

“Go out with me, Evans.”

Her stunned expression turns into one of anger and she articulates,

“In your dreams, Potter.”

“Awe, c’mon, Evans! You can’t refuse now; I’ve already had my way with you!”

The next thing he knows is his cheek is burning and she’s running up to the girls dorms, curly auburn hair trailing out behind her.