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~Eternal Queen~
I'm sorry! I should include a disclaimer. I assure you I am making no money off the characters. They belong to J. K. Rowling. I only own the storyline, and I couldn't make money off that even if I wanted to!
She was incredulous. "You don't know me. James..."
"I assure you. I know you better than James did. You are everything I need." Lily started at this. Where had she heard this before? Oh yes, in her dream. How queer.
"Why did you say that?" She was frowning, as if trying to remember something.
"Say what?"
"That I am everything that you need."
"Because that's what I feel."
"You said that in my dream, too." Lily immediately sensed the sexual implications that came to mind after she said this, and blushed, turning away.
"I-I was in your dream?" The inevitable question. How mortifying! She hesitated slightly, not wanting to give him the wrong impression.
"Yes. You know that I am attracted to you, and I can't think of a single woman, or man, for that matter, who wouldn't be. You're- well- you're perfect. What I said, however, doesn't mean you have my permission to hit on me." She said, warning in her voice, as she saw him start and reach across toward her again. He immediately withdrew his hand, looking embarrassed. "I still have a bond to James, even in death. I am not a common slut who can replace an old love with a new stranger just hours after the death of the former."
"I don't suspect you of doing any such thing! You are an honorable, and wonderful woman, but you need love, and I am telling you that I love you. I was hoping for a kinder reception."
"I don't mean to be unkind, and I really am grateful that you love me. This is one of the more devastating tragedies in my life, and it is wonderful to have someone there for you during a difficult time. I thank you with all my heart."
"And I you. Now, let us begin our dinner. I have ordered all your favorite foods, and you must make comments on the dishes. I daresay the elves will be pleased." She chucked, and accepted the plate he was passing her. It was made of pure gold. She was startled by yet another evidence f his wealth.
"So. Tell me about yourself. You are very rich, I can see. What do you do for a living?"
"I do not work, in the truest sense of the term. You see, I inherited this mansion, and all my wealth from my old mother. A beautiful witch she was, red hair, like yours, but unusual black eyes, like mine." He stopped and seemed to hesitate.
"Go on," she urged kindly. "I love hearing about your family."
"She died when I was 17. I was at Hogwarts, 7th year, and I was head boy, captain of the Quidditch team for Slytherin, and with a beautiful girlfriend whom I had recently asked to be my wife, and who had accepted me graciously. My dear
~Eternal Queen~
I'm sorry! I should include a disclaimer. I assure you I am making no money off the characters. They belong to J. K. Rowling. I only own the storyline, and I couldn't make money off that even if I wanted to!
She was incredulous. "You don't know me. James..."
"I assure you. I know you better than James did. You are everything I need." Lily started at this. Where had she heard this before? Oh yes, in her dream. How queer.
"Why did you say that?" She was frowning, as if trying to remember something.
"Say what?"
"That I am everything that you need."
"Because that's what I feel."
"You said that in my dream, too." Lily immediately sensed the sexual implications that came to mind after she said this, and blushed, turning away.
"I-I was in your dream?" The inevitable question. How mortifying! She hesitated slightly, not wanting to give him the wrong impression.
"Yes. You know that I am attracted to you, and I can't think of a single woman, or man, for that matter, who wouldn't be. You're- well- you're perfect. What I said, however, doesn't mean you have my permission to hit on me." She said, warning in her voice, as she saw him start and reach across toward her again. He immediately withdrew his hand, looking embarrassed. "I still have a bond to James, even in death. I am not a common slut who can replace an old love with a new stranger just hours after the death of the former."
"I don't suspect you of doing any such thing! You are an honorable, and wonderful woman, but you need love, and I am telling you that I love you. I was hoping for a kinder reception."
"I don't mean to be unkind, and I really am grateful that you love me. This is one of the more devastating tragedies in my life, and it is wonderful to have someone there for you during a difficult time. I thank you with all my heart."
"And I you. Now, let us begin our dinner. I have ordered all your favorite foods, and you must make comments on the dishes. I daresay the elves will be pleased." She chucked, and accepted the plate he was passing her. It was made of pure gold. She was startled by yet another evidence f his wealth.
"So. Tell me about yourself. You are very rich, I can see. What do you do for a living?"
"I do not work, in the truest sense of the term. You see, I inherited this mansion, and all my wealth from my old mother. A beautiful witch she was, red hair, like yours, but unusual black eyes, like mine." He stopped and seemed to hesitate.
"Go on," she urged kindly. "I love hearing about your family."
"She died when I was 17. I was at Hogwarts, 7th year, and I was head boy, captain of the Quidditch team for Slytherin, and with a beautiful girlfriend whom I had recently asked to be my wife, and who had accepted me graciously. My dear