As I laid there, in the sea of greens and pinks, I stared up at the sky, too afraid to get caught in her embraceable eyes. I could feel a single strand of her fiery, red hair stroking my arm, as it lay, swaying in the hushing wind. I stared at the perfect clouds, wondering if she too was observing this beauty, or is she could see this as beauty, as she was blessed with seeing the whiteness of clouds, in her rippling reflection in the water, when her small, innocent fingertips penetrates the surface. I let my fingers fiddle with the abrasive touch of the grass beneath me, restraining the urge to interlock my fingers with her softness. I listened carefully for her breath, or any sign that this was real. That Lily Evans was real, and I was laid amongst her elegance.
Letting the trance take me, I rolled my head to the side, my eyes settling on hers, which were now locked into mine. I once again saw the emeralds that her face held so delicately, and her pupils which watched so admiringly, and enlightened as a smile etched across her small, pink lips. Hypnotized, I barely heard her sister's voice calling out from from behind us, and Lily vault to her feet. With a quick, apologetic glimpse back to me, she hastened towards the sound of her sister, her red silk dancing after her. I gazed after her, surveying her every decorous step, until all i could discern was a distant ember, glowing as the last light in view. Beside her, stood Petunia,with her arms folded threateningly, her stern narrow eyes fixed on me with a piercing glare.