A/N: Inspired by Eric Clapton's "Wonderful Tonight". Enjoy!
Dancing is the loftiest, the most moving, the most beautiful of the arts, because it is not mere translation or abstraction from life; it is life itself. ~Havelock Ellis
"I love this song," Lily murmured, dropping the needle on her record.
"Of all the fangled muggle contraptions you've brought with you Lils, this one is by far my favourite," James uttered, amazed at the voice issued from the grammerfun – er, gramophone.
"And what has the toaster done to lose your love?" Lily chuckled, amused at James' wonderment.
"The other day, it burnt my toast. For absolutely no reason! I hadn't even attempted to charm it!" James exclaimed, remembering the horror of his burnt toast and the empty jar of marmalade.
"Darling, you did make sure that the dial was not turned all the way, yeah?" Lily asked, attempting to quell her laughter in the face of James' frustration.
"Hide your laughter all you want Lilypad, but my morning started horribly, and the day just spiralled downwards from there."
"Well I'm glad you like the gramophone," Lily smiled, swaying slightly to the soft ballad. James watched her dance, her delicate white dress illuminated by the pale moonlight streaming in from their living room window.
"Would you like to dance with me Lily?" He asked softly, extending his hand to catch hers.
"I'd love to," she whispered, twirling slowly in his embrace. "Remember the first time we danced together?"
James laughed. "I hardly think that counts, it was Christmas, we were seventeen, and dead drunk."
"I thought it was magical!" Lily protested, giggling at the memory of them stumbling awkwardly to the Weird Sisters.
"I suppose it was, I mean you professed your love, vomited on my shirt, and then demanded that we dance to our newly found happiness. It was the pinnacle of romance," James grinned, remembering the moment when he realised that he had been right the entire time. She did love him. James paused for a moment, his hand tightly clasping Lily's.
"Merlin, you look wonderful tonight," he said, his voice half above a whisper.
Lily flushed, "How do you do that James? How do you make me feel like I'm seventeen all over again?" She asked, spinning lightly.
"Do you hate me for it Lilypad?"
"It's like I'm covered in freckles, and my socks don't match like they never have, and I'm standing in the common room, on the edge of hurling, and I know you'll be there to hold my hair back."
"Well, I'm thrilled to know that I can be replaced by a serviceable hair tie," James grinned.
Lily rolled her eyes, smiling. "But I'd pick you over any hair tie in the world."
Pausing mid twirl, James brought her hand around his neck, kissing Lily softly. "Happy Anniversary love," he murmured.