Lily was resting against James, tracing random patterns on his chest. He'd come back from Sirius' earlier, and they'd talked about that, and then gone to bed. She kissed his shoulder, tasting the still sweaty skin and grinning. She was thinking very strongly about another round, when there was a distinct series of knocks at the door, followed by footsteps heading downstairs.
She raised up on her elbow and cocked an eyebrow at James, before springing from bed. She grabbed one of her husband shirts, and her calf-length robe which she belted tight around her waist. Her legs were bare, but she slipped her feet into a pair of soft slippers.
Grabbing James' hand, she pulled him out the door and they crept down to the kitchen. There was really no need to sneak around, but that was half the fun of midnight kitchen raids.
"Something with chocolate and a lot of sugar," she whispered to Scorpius as they entered the kitchen. She grinned at Al, and headed for the stove. "Hot chocolate?"