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Purple with a Purpose

Lily Evans was determined. And when she was determined… Well, Remus knew better than to stand in her way.

She was charging her way across the Great Hall with purpose, hair flying behind her. Remus sighed. What had James done this time? How many times did he have to tell the idiot to stop asking her to Hogsmeade?

But she walked right past James.

Past Sirius.

Past Jonathan McLaggen.

Past Eileen Kelly and Grace Bellview.

Remus was confused. If it was none of the usual suspects, who-

She came to a stop.

Remus realized with terror that she was standing right in front of him.

She stared down at him, an emerald fire burning in her eyes.

Remus thought hard. Bugger. What did I do? I left her chocolate well alone, I cleaned up all the ink I spilled on her Arithmancy homework before she even noticed, I turned in her library book that I borrowed, I did all my prefect rounds, I caught myself from telling her exactly how amazing she looks today in that purple shirt that hugs her curves oh-so-nicely, I stopped Peter from going through with Sirius' dare and stealing her underwear… What did I do? Think, Remus, think!

"Lily, I-"

"Remus," she stated, crossing her arms. Remus waited for her to say something more, but she stayed silent.

"Um… Is everything okay?" he asked, trying to shove out of his mind the thoughts of how well that shirt fit her curves, and the way the purple made her red hair and green eyes shine even brighter. There were more important things to think about, like his imminent death by her hand. But, Merlin, is she making it difficult. Must she fold her arms that way? Is she trying to torture me? Right at eye level… I'm a horrible person… Oh Merlin, did she just say something? Eyes up, Remus, eyes UP!

"Sorry… I didn't catch that. What did you say?" Remus braced himself for the lecture he was sure to get after admitting that he hadn't been paying attention.

"I said… I said… Oh Merlin, I can't bring myself to say it again. It was hard enough the first time… And I was so determined to-… I only prepared to say it once, and now-…" She bit her lip, looking towards the heavens as if begging for assistance

"Lily?" He stood up cautiously, looking down at her in concern.

"I… Remus, I-… Oh to hell with it."

Remus had just barely registered her words when she suddenly threw her arms around his neck, jumped on her tiptoes, and kissed him fiercely.

Remus' eyes opened wide in shock. He stood frozen for a moment. This was most definitely not what he had expected. This is your chance, moron! Kiss her back, you daft dunderhead!

Lily, misreading his shock for revulsion, pulled away, very red in the face. "I… I'm sorry. Remus, I-"

She had no time to finish her sentence, however, as Remus had grabbed her around the waist, pulled her up a few inches off the ground, and was kissing her with as much passion as he could muster.

To hell with the Gryffindors staring at them. To hell with James' splutter of indignation from down the table. To hell with being in the middle of the Great Hall. He had Lily.

Her lips were soft against his, her body soft and warm. She placed her hands on his broad shoulders, making Remus' job a little easier. Her hair was soft, and smelled of rosemary and mint. He smiled into the kiss, feeling happier than he had ever been in his life.

"Mr. Lupin! Miss Evans!" he heard Professor McGonagall shriek.

Lily giggled quietly as they broke away. Remus set her back on her feet and beamed down at her, a foggy memory of the comment he had missed earlier popping into his mind.

"Lily, will you go to Hogsmeade with me?"

"I thought you'd never ask." She smiled, and leaned in to kiss him again.

"So, am I allowed to tell you now just how amazing that shirt looks on you? I couldn't keep my eyes off you all day. Well, that's nothing new, but… More so than usual." Remus flushed a bit, feeling stupid.

Lily chuckled. "Thank you. I was hoping for that. I wore it today just for that purpose." She winked before adopting a very posh, formal accent. "May I join you for breakfast?"

"A lady as beautiful as you is welcome to share my breakfast any time, I assure you," he said, copying her accent.

She shone a 100 watt smile up at him, grabbing his hand and pulling him down to the table along with her.

He squeezed her hand, smiling, thinking that he must be the luckiest man alive.

Oh yes, he thought, Hogsmeade will be fun.

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