His foot kept nudging hers under the table.

Damn him.

Her lips would curve into a smile before flipping a page in her book.

Lily felt something skim the inside of her foot before she looked up at the mischievous boy. An impish grin was plastered on his face as he stared down at his blank piece of parchment. Her shoeless foot, dragged up his leg until she heard a low groan.

A giggle escaped her lips and he looked up meeting her eyes.

"You minx." He whispered.

She smirked, "You started it."

James chuckled, "Yes, but you enjoyed it." Lily rose from her seat to put her book back on the shelf but was quickly detoured by a very eager James. Muffled laughter were heard from the pair of them, hoping Madame Pince wouldn't hear them and send them away.

"Took you long enough." She breathed as he pushed her back into the bookshelf. Her whole body itched for his touch and somehow just touching his leg, made her want him. All of him, in that very moment.

A smirk was on his face as he said, "Someone wanted to be study. By the way, didn't you say that the thought of being near me was nauseating." Her legs wrapped around his waist before his hands began to slide up her skirt.

Lily grabbed his face, "Just kiss me already, James." She smashed her lips into his roughly. From there it was a frenzy of lip biting, hair pulling and soft moans under their heavy breaths.

The moment his hands moved to unbutton her shirt, kissing his way down her neck while doing so, Lily's eyes opened.

And by opened, she meant opened in a way that was of shock. She was in the library, sleeping.

She lifted her head to meet the familiar hazel eyes.

James.

Quickly, she sat up, pretending she hadn't just been fantasizing about him doing unspeakable things to her.

And her enjoying every second of it.

She cursed her hormonal conscience.

He was looking at her funny. Almost confused and worried.

"Are you alright? I saw you fell asleep, so I was just going to finish the reading McGonagall assigned to us. I think my foot must've hit yours by accident."

Her whole body felt frozen. Could she possibly see the future? No, no way. She wasn't going to have sex with James in a library.

Or...or anywhere for that matter.

Not even she believed her thoughts sometimes.

The dream seemed to be burned into her brain at this point and she felt that if she looked James in the eye, he'd know immediately what she'd been dreaming. So, the only logical thing being to leave the library without further explanation.

"Where are you going?" He asked after she pushed her seat out and gathered her things.

"I'm just really tired. See you later."

"But you just finished sleeping." He replied and had fair points. Except Lily couldn't deal with him and his perfectly messy hair and adorable confused look right now. Sometimes she thought she had as much sexual decency as a caveman.

"Still tired!" She called back and missed the growing smirk on James' face.

Somebody really should've told her that she talks in her sleep.