Chapter 5
Sunday

Sunday morning dawned clear and cold. They were now so far north that sun rise was at five-thirty in the morning. Harry and Ron woke to find their cabin filled with cold sea air. Harry wrapped his blankets around himself and went to close the open portholes. Since it was so early and they had no intentions of going back to sleep, they went to play a couple of games of squash and went for swim in the ship's pool. Then headed to the dinning salon for breakfast. The others were already there.

"Hermione, could I borrow a pair of your dress robes, for dinner tonight?" Lily was saying, as Harry and Ron sat down at the table.

"You could borrow a pair of my robes," Harry said.

"Er-no, she can borrow one of mine," Hermione said, "besides, Harry, she's a little taller than you. They'd be too short." She added, quickly.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

After breakfast they attended an hour and half church service in the dinning salon. Hermione found it interesting when they sung the Navy Hymn, which ends: "God shed his grace for those in peril on the sea." Lunch was served right after the service to make time for the upcoming tours of the ship, that would take place in the afternoon. They spent the whole afternoon together. They worked out in the gym and went to swim in the pool, before they went for their tour.

The tour started at four. They met the ship's builder, Thomas Andrews, on the boat deck at five to four that afternoon. "Good afternoon," he said walking towards them. They started out on the boat deck.

"Excuse me," said Hermione, after Andrews had given them the number of lifeboats on the ship. "But it seems that even if you filled the boats up to the maximum capacity, there wouldn't be enough for everyone on board."

"Right you are, miss, in fact there would be room for less than half the people on board" he said, and seeing the looks on their faces, added, "No need to worry though, it isn't likely that they will be needed at all." They went through the ship, deck by deck, until it was at last six that evening. "Well, I believe that it's almost time for dinner, good evening." He left them in the reception room on D-deck.

"Come on, Fred, we'd better get changed," George said, to his twin. They disapparated, the others followed suit.

Harry and Ron apparated in their cabin seconds later. They decided to wear their best dress robes to the dinner party. Harry put on green robes that matched the color of his eyes. Ron wore his navy blue robes. Hermione had on gold robes. Lily borrowed a pair of lavender colored robes. Fred wore orange robes, and George had sky blue robes.
Harry found it extremely hard to keep his eyes off Lily all through dinner that night. He kept telling her that she looked really pretty. She blushed, smiled, and said, "Thank you." The food was excellent; they dinned in restaurant style, with menus.

Before they knew it, dinner was over. At nine they left the restaurant and climbed up two decks to the boat deck. Harry knew that it would be cold because the temperature wasn't improving, but didn't say anything, hoping to get Lily alone. They sat down in nearby deck chairs and wrapped blankets around their legs and feet. "We're among icebergs," said a voice beside Harry.

"I know who you are!" Hermione said.

"Yeah, you're Bruce Ismay," Lily said.

"Yes, I am," said Ismay, "we should reach it around eleven. Not to worry though, we should get to New York ahead of schedule." He stood there for a minute and walked away.

"Well," said Fred, yawning hugely. "I think I'll turn in. How about you George?"

"Yes," George said, also yawning.

"I'm going to bed too," said Ron, "night, Harry."

"Night, Ron." They disapparated. Harry, Hermione, and Lily sat in silence for a moment.

Then Hermione said, "It's cold and I'm tired, I'm going to bed." She too disapparated.

The moment Harry had been waiting for came at last. He was alone with Lily. He got up, walked over to the railing and looked down at the sea, lost for words. How am I going to tell her? He thought. Then it hit him. "Lily," he said, turning to look at her. "I don't know how to tell you this, than just to say it." She got up and joined him at the railing.

"What's on your mind, Harry?"

Heart hammering, Harry said, "I think I'm falling in love with you." She smiled, put a hand on his head and pulled him closer to her. Her eyes closed, just as his did...

They separated. "Well, it's late," she said, "night, Harry."

"Night, Lily." She disapparated. Harry smiled at the sea, then he too disapparated.

The cabin was dark; Ron was fast asleep in the other bed. Harry lay on his bed and fell asleep fully clothed.