Disclaimer: Not mine at all.

Six years later

I slid open the gate to the flat from the lift, locking it as I stepped inside. "Sirius!"

I pulled off my robes and my heels, rubbing the bottom of my feet and flinging them both onto the couch as I undid my tie. "Why did I decide to wear heels today? Sirius, are you home?"

I screamed slightly as I was swopped up from behind. Sirius laughed as I wrapped my arms around his neck. "How was work?"

"Urgh, busy, you know, same as usual. Loads of paperwork, loads of meetings, and loads of other stuff involving desks. You know, when I signed up to be the sports photographer for the Prophet, I pictured more, I don't know . . . broom work."

"As long as that journalist, what's his name, Bigoted Git, isn't flirting with you anymore, I'm okay with deskwork."

"His name is Flash Hanson, one of the best sports journalist ever, and I think my little guard dog puppy scared him away."

"I am hardly a puppy love."

I laughed. "How was work for you?"

"Training was brutal, but it helps me to know I might be the one to bring in that crazy, evil cousin of mine. But today, my love, is about you, not work or anything else."

We had been slowly walking through the flat towards the back, Sirius nudging the door of the bathroom open with his foot.

"What is all this?" I said, surprised. A bubble bath was ready for me, I saw, scented candles lighting the room and the wireless playing soft music.

"Your time to relax, love," Sirius said, grinning. He set me down, grabbing the doorknob. "There's an outfit on the back of the door and shoes by the sink. Just take your time and I'm going to make dinner."

"You?" I said grinning.

"Just get in the bath," he said, rolling his eyes and closing the door.

Laughing, I did as he said, taking off my corporate clothing and slipping into the water up to my chin.

It had been six years since my decision to stay in the past . . . well, not to the day but just past. Sirius and I, obviously, were still together. There had been a moment after school when we had "broken up" (about a month) and had both been miserable. So here we were.

Graduated from Hogwarts, I spent my days with Lily and her family. It took me two years to realize that I was a pretty decent photographer. It took the same amount of time for Lily to finally go out on a date with James (she ignored him all through seventh year). We, Lily and I, moved out together and lived in an apartment until James proposed. Lily made him wait a couple of months before she said yes. They got married last year and I moved in with Sirius. And so far it was going good. I worked as the sports photographer for the Daily Prophet and Sirius was training to be an Auror. He technically didn't need the money but he said it felt good to work for it.

About an hour later, the water got cold. I pulled a towel around me and walked to the door, unzipping the garment bag on the door. My eyes opened wide in surprise.

Oh, Sirius was gonna get it.

When I opened the door, I could smell something delicious floating through the hallway. I walked into the kitchen to find Sirius lighting two candles, the small table set for two.

"This is amazing," I said, in awe.

Sirius looked up, eyeing the dark green dress he had bought for me. The dress was high collared and sleeveless, a regular old evening gown. I left my hair down for once, because I knew he liked it like that.

"I'll say amazing," he said. He grinned, moving towards me with his hand out. He had combed back his hair and was wearing dress robes and everything. He really went all out for this. I was surprised and pleased. I mean, it was only my twenty-second birthday.

"You look dashing," I told him as he took my hand and kissed it.

"And you look gorgeous," he replied, pulling out my chair for me. "Happy birthday love."

We ate and talked together over a delicious meal of lamb, salad, and vanilla cake. Sirius of course, had not cooked the food (more like bought) but it was the thought that counted.

"And now, for your present," Sirius said, getting up as he finished his last bite of cake.

"After all this you really didn't have to get me anything else," I told him.

"Of course I did. Now I just – need to find it."

I smiled, watching him search through the kitchen drawers and in the living room. He gave me a guilty look. "I'm gonna go check the bedroom. Can you keep looking here for me?"

"Sure," I said as he left the room.

"It should be in a red box!" he called from the hallway.

Not really knowing where else to look, I checked our table lifting up the plates and things. It was underneath Sirius's napkin that I found the box, picking it up.

"Sirius, I found –" I stopped, the box now open in my hand.

Inside was the most beautiful diamond ring, a big diamond in the middle and two smaller green ones on either side.

Sirius cleared his throat and I turned to find him kneeling on the ground.

"So I prepared all this," he started, "but I forgot to prepare a speech. It's been six years, though, and I know that love you so much and—"

I cut him off, lacing my finger over his lips. "Yes."

He took my hand. "Really?"

I nodded, tears coming to my eyes. "Yes."

I couldn't help but laugh as he jumped to his feet, taking the ring from the box and putting it on my finger. His arms slipped around my waist and he picked me up, spinning me around.

Hands down, best birthday ever.

A/N: So let me know what you think. I'm thinking maybe four or five more chapters. I'll let you know. Thanks guys.