Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I would publish this and get rich from all you Jily shippers out there. I should also add, I got this idea from an RP.

This was not an unusual occurrence. In fact, it happened quite often. Lily and James would be sitting and chatting in bed together, when suddenly she'd pull him up and insist they dance. He never argued.

So, they would dance in their own special way; Lily's feet placed on top of his, and him swaying gently back and forth. Sometimes they'd chat. Other times, they'd just enjoy each other's company.

This time was a silent time. Her head was on his shoulder and he was stroking her hair softly. No words had to be spoken for them to understand each other.

Lily was scared. She was scared to death that their engagement would cause James to be targeted by Death Eaters. Scared to death of what her mother would say about getting engaged so young. Scared to death over the war.

James was angry. Angry that Stokes said anything to Lily. Angry that her sister told her that their mother wouldn't approve. Angry that there was anything to be angry about.

But together, their troubles seemed to fade away. When they were together, in each other's arms, nothing matter except for the fact that they were in love. That they were to be married in a couple of months. That they were together.

And that was worth all the snide comments from James's ex-girlfriends, or Lily's sister, or anyone else for that matter. It was worth all the danger in the world. It was worth everything they had to get through. Because what they had…what they had was so special.

It was magical.

It was so worth it.

When James felt Lily lean most of her weight on him, he smirked. She'd been crying for hours over what Angela and Petunia said and must have been exhausted. Kissing her head lightly, he scooped her up and placed her on the bed.

Lily smiled faintly in her sleep and rolled over. When she didn't feel James next to her, the smile faded and she let out a small whimper that sounded an awful lot like "James?"

James smiled softly and laid down next to her, like he had done for almost every night for a couple months now.

"I'm here."

The small smile returned on her face and she snuggled up to him.

"Mmm… My James"

He chuckled softly.

"Yes. Your James."

"Loves me?"

"More than you'll ever know."

That seemed to please Lily, for she smiled more and hugged him in her sleep.

"My James."

James grinned and kissed her forehead before closing his eyes and drifting to sleep, Lily slumbering soundly in his arms.

So worth it.

*Author's Note* Flames are welcome! :) I hope you liked it, but if not, I'm very sorry. Thank you lovely reader, please have an amazing day!