I'm in love with Lily Evans. This is a very top-secret secret. As in, don't tell Prongs. Especially don't tell Prongs that I'm about to meet her right now, in the fourth floor broom closet.
"Hey, Evans," I greet her, wrapping my arms around her waist.
"Hey, Black," she replies, leaning into me.
"We can't keep this a secret any more," I murmur in her ear. "We have to tell James."
She groans, shaking her head. "What if he guilts you into breaking up with me?"
"He won't. Please, Lily. I can't lose my best friend over a girl."
She sighs in defeat. "How do we tell him?"
I grin. "Just walk in. He'll be fine."
After another annoyed sigh, she positions herself so her arm is wrapped around my waist. I mirror her, putting on my brave face. He won't kill us. We'll be fine.