"You've never kissed a boy?" Callum laughed mockingly.

"Nope." Lily Potter answered solemnly. "Never."

"So you're a kissing virgin?" He ruffled his dark hair singlehandedly, his other hand stuffed into his pocket.

"Isn't that what we just established?" the fiery haired girl rolled her eyes.

They were both leaning against a table in the corner of the room, watching the party with a certain retreat.

"I guess it should be expected though shouldn't it, you're a little goody two shoes." Callum challenged, rather amused by the look on Lily's face.

But his expression altered to one of utter shock when Lily strode up to William Taverner a drunk, rough seventh year, knotted her hands around his neck and proceeded to snogging his face. Everyone turned around to stare, a couple whistled and some even started clapping. Lily pulled away after a good fifteen seconds and spun around to face Callum, eyebrows raised and her hands on her hips. Callum simply laughed, his eyes twinkling as they met Lily's.

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