James picked up the map, grinning as he felt her hand brush through his hair. He thought it was ironic, how many times he’d done so himself trying to impress her, and how she used to hate it. It never occurred to him to try and make his hair behave. “Don’t you trust me, Evans?” He smirked. He’d never been caught sneaking out to Hogsmeade yet, and he didn’t plan on it. Slipping his money bag and his wand into his pocket, he took her hand. “Don’t worry. Really. If worst comes to worst, I have a plan.” He grinned widely, his eyes gleaming mischievously, watching the worry slowly slide from her face. He scanned the map again to check that no one was around, and wiped it clean. “Come on, let’s go.”
Laughing, Lily walked out of the room, guided by his hand. Of course he had a plan. Why hadn’t she considered that? He always had a plan. And as they made their way down to the common room, it occurred to her that James Potter may actually have one up on her. He’d never beaten her at anything before, other than Quidditch of course, and the idea that he may be better at something, even something illegal, stirred something inside her. Maybe it was her insatiable stubborn streak, or perhaps a competitive edge, but all Lily knew was that she was discovering more and more of James’ hidden talents and she wasn’t sure how well she was coping with it. Although, of course, if there was one person she didn’t mind beating her at something, it was James. “If you get us caught, I’m putting the blame on you.” she grinned. After all, though her desire to perfect everything she attempted was strong, she still couldn’t bring herself to feel bitter against anyone who beat her. Bitterness was weak in her eyes.