We were in the city. I was bored out of my mind, waiting for a danger not going to appear. I watched as Cammie and Zach headed towards the diner, Lizzie went with Anna to the Abram's drugstore, and Bex and Macey headed to the movies. I was sitting on a bench, my students totally ignoring the fact that I sat there. A familiar, ginger ponytail clipped to the top of a freckled head sat next to me. Her glasses were smeared with fingerprints from constantly pushing them up, and her face was red from the sun. Her t-shirt had Harry Potter on it, and a pair of skinny jeans clung to her hips, wider than most girls, but only filling a size twelve. She had on untied Heelys that lacked the wheels, and her braces were fixing the relapse in her crooked-toothed grin she desperately tried to fight. A silver class ring shined in the sun. Her arms freckled on top, and vampire-white on the underside sat on her lap.

"Well, hello there, Lily." I said. She smirked.

"Joe." She flashed her green-and-black braces at me. Slytherin colors, she once told me.

"Nerdy as ever, I see." She giggled. "How are you?"

"Great. My braces are coming off-again- and I'm talking to you. Couldn't be better." I chuckled. Rachel smirked as she passed me, swiftly dropping a note in my lap. I read the Evapopaper, and stuffed it unceremoniously and ungentlemanly into my mouth. Gross….

Lily giggled. "Nice face, Joe."

"Well, I was destroying the evidence that you are with me. Can't have certain terrorist organizations after you, can we?" She rolled her eyes.

"I might be a klutz, a total nerd, and at times more eccentric then Sherlock Holmes, but I'm not stupid, Joe." I smiled at her.

"I never said such a statement, Lily." I said quietly. "Are you moved out?" She nodded. "So, you'll be staying with me. For good?" This grin was excited, was longing for a companion.

"Yeah buddy!" She said. I snickered. Once I knew my students were out of sight, I took her hand, and kissed her forehead.

"I've missed you, my love."

That next morning, I woke up, fully awake, and heading up for breakfast. I looked over, and found my companion was gone, the bed a bit messy, and a smell of bacon wafting into the bedroom. I grinned and went into the kitchen, wearing my boxers, and nothing more. She had on a pair of shorts, and a tank top, her hair a mess, with the ponytail bump in it from her usual hairstyle. I slid my arms around her waist, and kissed her neck. Ticklish as ever, she giggled that giggle I had fallen hard and fast for.

"This is a pleasant surprise."

"Well, it's Saturday, and I've been lonely. If you aren't busy, I kind of wanted you to myself." She had blushed slightly, embarrassed by her request. My Lily was shy, naïve, and had a tendency to be uncomfortable with voicing certain requests. She was very shy about her sexuality too. It made for a very awkward wedding night, but in the end, it had given her a bit of confidence. I told her daily she was the most gorgeous woman I'd ever met. I believed it. She laughed at me and said she'd seen prettier. I said "Baby, I have too. But I haven't met anyone more gorgeous." She blushed.

"Breakfast is done, babe." She said, snapping me from my train of thought. I took two plates, a mug, a glass, and cutlery. I filled her glass with cool water, and mine with warm coffee. She laid out the food. We ate, and caught up. Lily explained to me that she had finally gotten her masters in English, and wanted to finally settle down and write that novel. Really write it. I supported her uncanny ability to sit down, and have a small scene written in twenty minutes to a half hour. I kissed her tenderly on each finger, before pressing my lips to the simple band I'd placed there six years ago. She smiled, and leaned in, kissing me, before taking her plate to wash up. She had always been a faster eater, and liked washing her own plate, rather than making me do it. I was soon finished, and putting my own dishes away. I found her, curled up in an armchair, and reading a mystery novel. I leaned in, pulled the book out, marked her page, and pulled her from the seat. She looked puzzled, until I pulled her into my arms, snaked my arms around her curvy waist, and pressed my chapped lips to her soft ones. She slid her arms up my chest, and around my neck. I deepened the kiss, asking for entrance into her mouth, and sliding my tongue in. She blushed after letting out a soft moan. Always so reserved, my sweet. I slid my hand up her shirt, across her midsection, and up towards her breasts.

I continued the kiss, parting from time to time to allow us some oxygen. I slowly dragged her back to the bedroom, and, pushed her back gently onto the soft, inviting bed. I crawled on top of her, supporting my weight with my hands. She removed her glasses, as to prevent them breaking, and slid up so her head touched her pillow. I grinned wickedly at her, and, while pulling up the Mario Kart t-shirt (only my nerd) she sported, I kissed my way up the ghost-white flesh of a girl who could never tan. She shivered. I smirked, and kissed my way up, removing the clothing, and kissed her neck, her jaw, her cheek and her now-swollen lips.

We spent the better part of Saturday, making love like it was nobody's business. Dave always did say I had a sex drive like a fricken rabbit. Maybe he was right. Then again, I'm not sure how he'd ever known that…. Kind of creepy, when you think about it.

She stumbled into the shower Sunday morning, sore, and tired. I joined her, knowing her low pain tolerance would make some of the aches unbearable. I massaged the soap onto her freckled shoulders and upper back, tracing down her spine, and reaching the paler spot on her back. After the shower, and a sleepy "thanks, Joey Bear," she curled up in her favorite chair, and promptly conked out. I smiled lovingly at her, and kissed her forehead, and went into my classroom, scrawling down corrections, grades, and notes for the following weeks lessons. I would have to get Lily in on this, this time. She was good at pretending to not be my blushing bride…almost literally. I devised a plan. Note to Joe: Get Harvey, Mr. Smith (what was his first name?) and Rachel to join me. After dinner rolled around, I went into the Grand Hall, and slid into my place next to Rachel. The teachers smirked knowingly, and the students looked surprised. I was really quite confused.

"Someone got laid last night." I heard two seniors say as they walked by. Was it that obvious?

"You've got Lily back, don't you?" Rachel asked in quick Ancient Greek.

"Why? Is it that obvious?" I retorted in the same tongue.

"Clearly. You're happier, more relaxed." I was turning into an old softy…

Shut up." I said. She laughed. I ate my dinner quickly, and went back into the Sublevels, dropping a fake pop quiz rumor as I went. Good, that'll teach them. Lily would look mortified, tell me it was cruel. I wanted the paranoia to keep them from my sex life. I found her still asleep. I shook her awake.

"Hon, you've been asleep all day."

"No, I was writing earlier."She told me. "And checking my Twitter and such." She said. "I just fell back asleep." I winced.

"Sorry, sweetheart."

"No, Joey, you're fine." She kissed my jaw. "I wanted to watch a movie with you anyway." I had another idea, but I really didn't want to be tired in class tomorrow, and I didn't particularly want to change the sheets a second time. My wife, my age yet still her teenaged self at heart, picked out, while blushing, a movie I'd been forced to watch once with Rachel and Abby, after Dave had died.

"Grease Lightning?" She giggled.

"Or 'My Big Fat Greek Wedding.'" She sounded embarrassed.

"Put in the second one, I haven't seen that." She smiled and did just that. I pulled her into my arms. She leaned against my chest, slowly sliding down until her head was in my lap, my fingers running through the wavy red hair.

It was good to have my beloved back.