Lana
Christmas was coming. Lily had adjusted to her life with James in Godric's Hollow, however she still thought of Severus as often as she breathed. She saw him perhaps once or twice a month, but she never had any time alone with him. Their first anniversary was coming up, and Lily wanted nothing more than to be able to spend the day with him.
James was insistent upon them having a Christmas tree and decorations up all over the house. Lily was in charge of all of this, even though she didn't feel any desire to be festive.
James wanted a child, but Lily insisted they wait until they had truly settled down and grown accustomed to married life. Secretly, she was bidding her time, trying to outlast the Dark Lord. She was a key player in trying to destroy his powers; she spent long hours trying to come up with ways to possibly stripe him of his powers, and she worked with James to come up with a counter curse to Avada Kedavra. They were on the brink of discovering a way to shield them from it, but had not yet truly discovered a counter curse.
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He woke me up Christmas morning, insisting I f-ck him before we go downstairs for breakfast. I can't use PMS as an excuse; he knows my schedule. Waiting for me on the kitchen table was a dozen red roses and a necklace with a silver dragon hanging from it. They were both beautiful, and being the devoted wife I was supposed to be, I hugged and kissed James, thanking him for the gifts. All I had gotten him was a new cloak and a set of books I knew he would enjoy. Being the devoted husband he thought he was, he hugged and kissed me, thanking me for the gifts. I smiled and pretended to enjoy the day, which was filled with hot chocolate, dancing, and friends. Remus, Peter, and Sirius stopped by at one point, and it was my job to make them comfortable.
Before Remus left, he gave me a note from Severus. I didn't dare open it until I was alone in the bathroom, in fear of James finding out. With shaking hands, I opened it and hungrily devoured the contents.
Dear Lily,
Merry Christmas baby. All I'm thinking of right now, at this very moment, is you and your lovely face. I hope you're enjoying your day with James. I know he's treating you well; Everytime I get lonely, I listen to what you're thinking. You always make me smile, Lil. I love you more than you will ever know, never forget that.
Tomorrow is our anniversary, as I'm hoping you remember. If you didn't, that's ok. I understand. I want to see you, but I don't know how to make that possible. Believe me, if I could think of a way to possibly do that, it would be done in a heartbeat.
We rarely ever get the chance to speak to one another, and each time we do, we're always surrounded by people. I just wanted you to know I still love you and always will. The Dark Lord will be defeated, for as much as he likes to think it, he is not immortal yet. Damned close, but not yet.
Think of me tomorrow… I'll be listening to you all day, as that's the only way I stay sane. Remember, I love you.
Yours Forever,
Severus
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Lily wiped a tear that was rolling down her cheek, and blew her nose as quietly as possible. She read the letter as many times as it took to memorize every word, every curve, every "love" written down. Afterwards, she conjured up a small fire and burned it, flushing down the contents. Crying softly to herself, she left the bathroom and climbed into the bed she shared with James. Turning away from James, she curled up into a ball and didn't allow James to hold her as he wished. Careful not to make a sound, she cried herself to sleep, wishing there was a way for her and Severus to be together. Knowing it was impossible made the situation ten times worse.
The next day, her grandfather owled her asking her to show up at the Leaky Cauldron at noon, without James. He said he had a task she alone could do, so she Apparated there at a quarter to noon.
She spotted her grandfather quickly, and ran over to talk to him. She had only sat down for a moment before Dumbledore waved her up, motioning for her to follow him. Numbly and silently, she followed him up a rickety old staircase and into room 305.
"Merry Christmas, Lily." Dumbledore smiled as he opened the door, revealing a very confused but happy looking Severus.
"Oh my… Severus!" Lily ran into his open arms, showering his face with kisses. She vaguely heard the door close and lock behind her, but took no notice.
"Lily… baby… God it's good to see you…" Severus breathed, kissing her back. After a moment, the two parted, both red faced and breathless.
"Do you think.. Is this right…?" Severus asked, laying Lily down next to him.
"Damn it, Severus… We're married. Get that through your head." Lily smiled, kissing his forehead.
Besides, I've been praying for this for six months now… You are not going to let me down.
Severus laughed, "I won't, I promise."
It was unlike anything Lily and Severus had ever experienced; it was a combination of pent up love, lust, anger, frustration, and aggression. Clutching his body tight, Lily prayed as hard as she could for time to stop, for them to be able to stay like this forever.
"God, I wish so too…" Severus kissed her gently, pulling her as close as possible.
She left late that night, after nearly twelve hours of being with Severus. She was exhausted, and she knew James would be worrying by now. As she gave Severus one last kiss, she Apparated back to Godric's Hollow, where James was sleeping on their couch, wrapped up in a quilt he received from his mother.
Lily quickly transported James back upstairs to their
bed, where she undressed and climbed in next to him. Thoughts of Severus
were still running through her head; she could still feel him all over
her. She avoided contact with James, in fear of the feeling of Severus
disappearing from her body. She slowly drifted to sleep, her mind still
cluttered with the sounds of his voice and breathing, the touch of his
fingertips, and the feeling of his lips upon hers. She smiled at the thought,
finally understanding why she was with James; to be with James was her
ticket to being with Severus for the rest of her life. They would grow
old together, have as many children as possible, and share as many memories
as a Pensive could hold, perhaps even more.