A/N: This was written at two in the morning, in less than twenty minutes, so don't expect Hemingway here -- but you can expect lots and lots of pointless fluff. =] Inspired by Josh Turner's song Why Don't We Just Dance.

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize belongs to JKR.

Dancing In The Afternoon

The late morning sun was shining brightly into the small cottage of Lily and James Potter, but the warm sunny day outside seemed to do nothing to lift the spirits of Lily. She sat down at the kitchen table, resting her elbows on the table and her head in her hands.

"What's wrong?" James asked as he placed a cup of tea on the table in front of her at sat down in the one other chair.

"I'm so tired of being cooped up in this little cottage all day long," she said into her hands. "The weather is nice – for once – and I can't even go outside and enjoy it. I'm tired of having to hide all the time." She lifted her head and dropped her hands down flat on the table, a loud thump sounded through the room, and tea sloshed over the side of her mug.

James placed his own mug down on the table and studied her for a moment before standing up and walking over to stand right in front of her. He held out his hand. "Would you like to dance Mrs. Potter?" he asked, a goofy smile plastered on his face.

Lily looked surprised. "What?" she asked quietly.

"Dance with me," he said, and without waiting for an answer, reached down for her hand, and pulled her out of the chair and straight into his arms; she couldn't help it, she laughed. One hand on her waist, his other wrapped around her small hand, the two twirled through the tiny kitchen and out into the living room.

He let go of her and danced toward their small loveseat, moving it against the wall, and then did the same with the coffee table. Then he turned around, grin still in place, and lifted his hand, wiggling his fingers and motioning for her to come to him.

She let out another laugh; her husband could sure be immature when he wanted to be, but she loved him for it. In a quick movement she was in his arms. The two danced across the room, laughing and giggling all the while. Whoever decided that you needed music to dance couldn't have been more wrong.

Out of breath, the pair fell onto the couch, cheeks red and smiles on their faces. "So you see, there is nothing wrong with having to stay inside," he said as if they had been having this conversation only minutes before rather than hours.

"You are quite right, Mr. Potter," she said, and then pressed her lips to his in a quick kiss before leaping off of the couch and pulling him with her, dancing across the room.

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