Let's Just Dance

Written for the Love Songs Challenge! Tell me what to think!

Disclaimer: I do not own the song or the story. I'm surprised I'm subjected to even have to write this!

Why Don't We Just Dance - Josh Turner

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Lily loved to dance, but anyone could tell you that fact. Anyone, who was remotely interested in Lily, that is. So, of course, James Potter knew that fact with many countless others in that thick head of his;

The things Lily likes-

1) Order and things in its place

2) Watermelons (Though James thought they were putrid, he would eat one if it meant spending time with her)

3) Petunias and Roses, her favorite flowers.

4) Her family (Even if her sister never talked to her)

5) Hogwarts

6) Being a witch

7) Those goofy love songs that are on the radio (James avoided them when he could since he was a boy, but as he got older, he began to understand them)

8) Her friends (Those crazy girls over there, far away from us, as James referred to them)

9) The way the earth smells after it rains

10) The scent of cinnamon

11) Dancing (James didn't know a jive from a cha-cha, and frankly, he didn't care. He learned, however, for her benefit)

12) And for some reason… James Potter (That still didn't make sense to him)

The list could go on and on, and if it was written out onto paper it would look like on of those long Christmas lists kids always come up with each Christmas. But the only one that mattered, that truly mattered, was number twelve. The one that said she wanted him.

Of course the others mattered. James wanted her happy, since he after all had to live with this woman who was his wife. He gave her roses and sometimes, when he wanted to hear her laugh, he gave her a giant pot full of petunias. James would drag Lily outside and go on a walk after it rained, even if it meant getting up at five in the morning. He came home with watermelons, almost every day, when they were in season just to watch her eat them and get her face all full of watermelon juice. He would then kiss her so they would be sitting there, laughing, smelling horribly of watermelons. Instead of groaning and switching the radio as love songs played, James put the volume as loud as he could, just so she would hear it wherever she was in the house.

Lily would then walk through the room, on her way to the laundry room, or the Loo, but James would grab hold of her. He would throw the basket of laundry she had been holding to the floor or tell her to simply hold it, and start parading around, with his horrid leading skill and two left feet. But they both didn't care, and Lily was no better, so they would laugh madly at the fun of it.

Soon, after their toes had been terribly bruised and a couple of vases had been broken, they would just lay there on the ground, laughing still. Their son, Harry, would simply stare at them through his crib, giving a look that clearly said, "Bloody hell… my parents are mad!" He was paid no attention to, however, till he started to cry from feeling left out.

James would wake up in these moments, when Lily and him were asleep on a sofa in Harry's room, with Harry in Lily's arms, and her in his, and he didn't know when he was happier. He never wanted it to end. And for now, it didn't. For tonight, they could just dance.

Or sleep. Whichever they preferred.

The ending it sad, I know. My editors have told me. Who are my lovely editors? It depends, sometimes, since I'll ask different people. But they know who are they are. You're very much appreciated!

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~Meg