3. Surprises
Holding the single, long-stemmed rose to herself, Lily smiled. She loved it when James did little romantic things like that for her. There were times when she felt like there was no one else in the world but the two of them. She didn't care if he'd seemed a bit distant at times tonight; it was simply being with him that counted. She squeezed his hand.
He squeezed hers back and then draped an arm over her shoulders. She laid her head on one of his.
"It's a clear night," she remarked softly. "No clouds…you can see the moon perfectly."
"You're the one who's perfect," he whispered.
She turned so that she was facing him. She tilted her head upwards and closed her eyes to meet his lips. When the kiss ended, her heart was racing as though it was her first.
"I love you James Potter."
"I love you too Lily Evans." He replied. Though he'd told her this many times before this moment, Lily still couldn't believe she was so lucky. Couldn't believe that out of every girl James had ever known, she was the one he wanted most.
She sighed a little, leaning against him. James smiled absently down at her.
"Is there anything else you wanted to do tonight?" he asked, brushing a few strands of her soft, red hair out of her eyes.
Lily was a little disappointed, thinking that he meant for him to take her home.
"Well…there was nothing I'd planned but-"
"Good." He interrupted her. "See the rose you're holding?"
"…Yes?"
He glanced at his watch, took a quick look around the street and suddenly closed one of his hands over her one that held the rose.
"What-"
Her words were abruptly lost when a jerking sensation at her navel overwhelmed her. The deserted street disappeared into a blurry of rapidly spinning imagery.