Author's Note: I'm so sorry this has taken so long! I hope this chapter makes up for it. It's dedicated to the real life Lily, Rhiannon. :) Also, this chapter is a little bit less rated PG than the others and if you're offended by that, don't read it.

"But I'm not pretty like a picture, Remus."

"Did James actually say that?"

"Yes, we were at dinner and he stopped eating and he got really quiet because you know James can't think and eat at the same time, or play quidditch or think or anything because he's horribly thick but anyway...and his eyes burned a hole in my ear and finally I looked at him. He said 'you're pretty like a picture.'"

"What did you say?" Remus asked, trying to hide the very obvious smile curling on his lips.

"I said, 'yes and I'm expensive, you'll never be able to afford me.'"

"You're awful."

"I don't try to be."

"If it makes you feel any better I certainly don't think you're pretty like a picture."

"Good."

"You're more like...a light wind on a cloudy day and one too many pumpkin pasties and whispers late at night."

"But I'm not ugly?" She asked, somewhat confused by what he had just said.

He shook his head, she never understood anything she was supposed to understand. "No, you're golden."

"Why can't I be silver?"

"Shut up."

"But if my lips are closed how am I supposed to casually slip you the tongue while we're kissing?"

His face turned red and he sent her a piercing glare. "I need to find a good young woman, not some wild tramp!"

"Remus!" She collapsed in laughter on the grassy hill and pulled him down next to her. "I'm only a tramp if you don't love me. If you love me, we can do anything."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes."

"So we could make love, right in this field, and that's acceptable?"

She almost blushed...and it was no easy task, making Lily Evans blush. "No," she shook her head very slowly, "not unless you love me."

"I just have to say I love you?"

"Yes."

He was quiet.

"Well," she added, "you have to mean it too."

"I do love you," he said simply, just as simply as his Mother would announce that potatoes and carrots were for supper, just as simply as he would mix a potion, just as simply as the way her hand always found his.

"Well then." It was a credit to Lily Evan's character that she was always keeping people on the edge of their seats, always shocking them, always leaving them absolutely baffled. At that very moment, she threw her head to the sun and laughed and laughed. Then she began to unbutton her wrinkled white collared shirt. Remus stared at her.

"It'll wreck everythi--" he whispered into her neck.

"Shhhh," she said, kissing him delicately on the cheek. "No one's around...we're gonna be great, Remus. We're gonna be made beautiful. Life is in the toilet, you know? We're hopeless. There's nothing else out there but this. This moment is all we have...take it, it's yours."

"Have you ever, ever before?"

"Of course not," she said, giving him a wry smile and a wink. "Honest, I haven't. Close though."

Remus watched her throw her shirt on the tree stump and watched her fingers go to the button on her pants as she stood up. He stood next to her in awe. She shook her tiny hips and her pants fell to the ground as she laughed. Suddenly her eyes turned away from the eyes that watched hers.

"Lily..." he touched her chin gently and she looked him in the eyes. He kissed her. He kissed her slowly at first, quietly, the way little children whisper to one another but do not know what they're saying. As they sunk into the long grass he began to kiss her harder, as though this girl he had known for so long was finally being brought to life. She giggled in between kisses, running her shaking hands over his body. The rest, as they say in books that are not quite history but not quite fantasy, is left up to your imagination.

The sun began to set as two, cold, small bodies got dressed in a hurry. "Evans, you forgot your pants!"

"Oh God, I forgot to put my pants on..." she ran back to the taller figure who was holding a pair of plain black pants. "Wouldn't want to walk back into the castle without these on."

He laughed and she kissed him on the lips, "shall we?"

They walked back to the castle, linking arms and sending each other secret smiles. No words were needed. Words only complicate things.