Lily froze, feeling the burning imprint of his lips on her cheek even after he had moved away. She watched him scamper out of the common room and knew he was probably running because he thought she'd hit him.
But far from hitting him, if he'd sat still just a little longer, she probably would have gone in for a full-frontal snog.
And that, Lily decided, was not a good thing. She was not allowed to fall for James Potter, of all people.