James was in a bit of a daze, not paying attention to the few whoops he heard from some boys (most likely from the Gryffindor Quidditch team) and let Lily lead him out. She made her way outside, and he was grateful for the crisp Autumn air to sober him up. Suddenly his world began to sink in around him.
He was holding Lily's hand, and while they walked, he linked their fingers. Her hand was soft, small, but it just seemed to fit perfectly with his. He was feeling a little sappy, but he didn't care at all.
"Sorry? Oh, no, don't be." James stopped and faced her, cupping her cheek with his free hand. "Not daft, no... Just... Scared, maybe?" He shook his head and thought for a moment, then smiled. He leaned in and placed a light kiss on her mouth, just a brief touch of lips. "I'm really... Really happy, Lily... I am..."