[A/N: So, I compiled my numerous L/J drabbles into one. I'll update whenever I have something to add, don't expect it regularly – I have more than enough in my hands with my MR fic. D;
That said, I really hope you like them :D]
He takes her by the hand, lights her world with a smile. "You're mine, now."
The girl throws her head back and laughs, a full happy sound resonating with life. Her cherry-red hair blows softly in the wind, her bare feet sinking into the soft grass, toes wiggling in the warm mud.
He grins, swinging their entwined hands back and forth, revelling in the fact that this girl was finally his, after so much work, so much effort... but it had all been worth it.
For her, he would walk across the bottom of the ocean blind-folded. He would string the stars into a necklace for her to wear around her slender pale neck. He would scoop the clouds into an ice-cream cone and hand it to her. He would shape a million paper dolls and present them to her with a smile.
And she would've laughed, teased him, but he wouldn't care; anything that made her smile was worth it. She was worth every second, and always would be, until the clocks stop ticking. Her soft skin brushing against his, running his fingers through her auburn hair, cradling her face in his hands, pressing his lips against hers...
He was nothing special; an arrogant boy with a love of Quidditch and a tendency to ruin everything. But with her, he felt alive: everything about him sparkled with life, his eyes light, happy, filled with love. She made life real. She shaped him into a whole new person with sarcastic remarks and sweet kisses; the way her lips turned up at the corners when she was trying not to laugh, the way she leant against him when she knew things were going wrong.
She made him a better person.
She was a flurry of life, a breath of Summer air, a shard of joy. She was everything.
He leans down and swipes a single lily from the flowers growing at their feet. She watches him with inquisitive green eyes, not once releasing his hand.
Because for all her teasing and joking, she loves him more than she'd ever admit, even to herself. He was something new, something different, and he brought something out in her she'd never even known existed.
She wasn't beautiful in the smooth conventional way, she was gritty, a snatch of bitten fingernails, random laughter, chapped lips, scarred knees. A mess of flaws and imperfections. Yet with him, nothing mattered. Time ended; war paused; the sun shone brighter than ever.
And she smiles as he flourishes this lily in front of her, his tousled hair glinting in the sunlight, his eyes so relaxed.
"For you," he says, grinning almost ironically.
She leans her body into his, brushing her lips to his cheek as she plucks the lily out of his hand, whispering, "I love you."
