50 Ways to Say "I Love You"
Featuring Lily Evans/Potter and James Potter
Nightshade
The floorboard creaked lazily as his weight fell on it. Feeling the hard but smooth surface through his thick cotton socks, James Potter tiptoed through the little corridor that separated the Boys' Dorm from the Girls' Dorm.
This was the perfect plan.
No one was up and surely the Caretaker wasn't allowed in the Common Rooms. He sniggered at his own cleverness. Of course, he has done this before. But it was special that day.
He was sure that it was a little past three o'clock because he has been listening to the owls' noises. There was always a pack of them that flew by at three o'clock sharp.
Sneakily, he cast a spell under his breath. The door squeaked a little at first so he finished opening it little by little.
Several girls rested in the quiet room, drifted away long ago. No one would expect him to be there. He grinned.
Even if the curtains hid all the light, he could recognize which bed Lily slept in. Guided by the strings of lights that shone through, he could make out a perfectly made bed, as if the House-Elves had just folded everything neatly. He knew that Lily always slept like that; she never tossed around and slept calmly every day.
He leaned down and let out a puff of breath. Watching her bangs lift off a little and unblocking her face, he smiled. James lifted the covers slowly, not stirring any sudden movements, and crept in bed beside his beloved Lily.
"Mhm, James?"
"Happy Anniversary, Lils."
He wasn't sure if she heard him but her smile seemed to have widened. So he fell into slumber in comfort and confidence.