A/N: Another random story : )
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"There's something in the way she moves, attracts me like no other lover. There's something in the way she woos me. I don't want to leave her now, you know I believe in how." - The Beatles
The two greatest things in the world, and we don't own them, Harry Potter and the Beatles. That's tremendously depressing.
There it was.
The emminent destruction of the once well known Lily Evans, and all it took was a tiny, red, heart shaped, velvety box.
A box which she supposed contained somthing simple, but sweet for Valentines Day from James.
Maybe a pair of earings, or a box of honeydukes chocolates, or even a pair of tickets to The Weird Sisters concert for this Saturday, but not this.
Not that it was a bad thing, or... was it? She hadn't decided yet, and before she could make up her mind, James came running into the room, wand in hand.
He gave her an iquisitive look, then after noticing the box sprawled across the floor, tucked his wand back into his back pocket.
"You screamed?" he asked, grinning now.
Lily back-tracked a bit and realized she had screamed, rather loudly at that.
She blushed, not trusting her voice.
He grinned wider." So..." He moved closer to her and retrieved the box from the floor.
Lily gasped as, right before her very eyes, James Potter desended on one knee, the box open in his hands, and said, "Lily Evans, will you marry me?"
She just stood there for a few moments, stunned.
Her first instict was to say yes, and she was tempted to scream it at the top of her lungs. But instead, she just barely whispered the words,
"Yes, James Potter, I will marry you."
And he placed the silver rimmed emerald ring on her finger.