MY OPAL

                Chapter, umm, I forget. What number is it?

Author's note: I would make a summary of this, but wouldn't you rather me start writing the actual story, instead of telling you what you already read or know? Whatever.

Disclaimer: Plot=mine. Everything else=Ms. Rowling's

Dedicated to…my new haircut. Jk=I have got to go sleep! NO MORE COFFEE FOR ME! No, really, this is dedicated to all people who spend their valuable time reading my story. I am honored. Blessed. It means a lot to me. Yada yada…save the boring poetic crap for the diary…yeah. As If I had time for one! I am writing for you! Yes, you! Sitting there in the computer chair reading this. FOR YOU! MM HM!

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Perfect

"This is perfect!" Lily squealed rereading the advertisement. 

She called the number given in the ad. This was the conversation:

"Hello?" said this man's cute little British accent. He sounded probable around 20, and very handsome. You could just tell by his voice; the way it just graveled over every word, so gorgeously.

"Hi, umm, hi. I was calling about the umm, you know, café?" Lily was slightly scared this guy though she was joking. She knew she sounded young on the telephone.

"Oh! How lovely! Do you want to buy it?" He sounded delighted.

"Yes, actually, I'm looking for one to buy. Can I come see it right now, err, whenever is good for you?" she was relieved he was nice.

"How 'bout now? Not many people are over here and this would be a good time! It's on Cobble Stone, number thirty-four. Okay?"

"I'll be there in just a moment!" she said a popped on some tall red heels over a little red sundress.

Le Magnifique Café

"Hi, dahhhling! You are the lady who inquired the café on the phone, non?" this adorable tall looking man asked her from behind the counter. He seemed like just a purely sweet guy. Tall, but not too tall, good smile, nice hair, one dimple, and EXTRMEMLY hot!! J

"Yes! Right! I'm Lily Evans, new here in le magnifique Paris!" she said as her eyes sparkled from looking at him.

"Sven (A/n: I LOVE that name! J). Sven Ferrard. Pleased to make your acquaintance!" He hopped over the counter and put a kiss on the top of her hand! "Achante, Mademoiselle Lily."

She could not help giggling since this had never happened to her before!

"Welcome to Le Magnifique Café! What do you think?"

Lily looked around. There were murals all over the walls of daily life scenes on the walls; The Eiffel Tower, The Arch de le Triumph, cafes, and people. The adorable bar had old diner twirl stools! She fell in love with him, I mean the café IMMEADITALY! (a/n: WINK)

"Wow! It's amazing!" she twirled around to see everything and laughed. "Why would you ever think of selling this place?" Lily asked.

"Ah, it's too much for one person to cook, and a few waiters to serve and clean up. It's time for me to go now. This place has given me everything I need and more. I've had experiences, adventures, and fun. What I really want to do is become an artist!" Sven glanced around wistfully. "My passion is here, and I love this life, I just want to concentrate on painting, you know?"

Lily felt a big, wonderful, idea coming along.

She smiled coyly as she answered this. "I do know. But here's a proposition. I have an idea. I'll split the café with you. Why not? We each have a lot to do and could each have an equal share. Everything will be fifty-fifty. What do you think?"

"Lil-eee! I think you are very, very smart! Why did I never think of a co-owner before? I guess I needed to meet the right one, huh?"

Lily giggled. They agreed to sign the papers over dinner later that night. And guess where? Over a candlelight dinner—alone—in Le Magnifique Café. OOOO-ooo-OOH! Sven's idea!

Flash back to James Potter, alone and depressed

James moaned and scratched at his friends as they dragged him to their dorm to prepare him for graduation, with or without Lily (A/n: TOLD you they weren't sensitive!!). He insisted he stay by the window, incase a letter would come back, but all the Marauders sincerely doubted Lily would write back. So, they dragged him off, dressed him up, spiked his hair up REALLY sexy and, put more cologne on him then all their grandfathers wore—put together! EEE!

"You guys, YOU GUYS!" James screeched at his friends for their attention.

"WHAT?" they were annoyed they had to take their eyes off of the mirror for ONE second. BOYS!

"She's not coming back, is she?" He hung head. What had he done?

"James," Sirius turned serious—seriously (!) for a second and knelt in front of a sitting James. "James, do you think she will come back? You know her best. She likes to play damsel (in distress) like most of the other girls here. I think she would want you to go to the graduation you worked for for seven long, hard, pasty years. And then go find her. It's that easy. And c'mon how far could she have gone? The Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade? She's seventeen, has no money, no job, no broom, and no house. Where could she have gone? Pull yourself together mate! Okay?" Sirius finished in an ungraceful manner.

"Yeah," Sexy Remus added, "Sirius has got it all right. Just go find her after graduation. If you still want to marry her, that is." Remus the Sexy was sounding confusing. (The author was confused too, as she looked into her story snow globe and watched Sexy Remus put on his robes. I am such a dork! J) 

"Guys, what are you saying?" James was almost as confused as the author of this story is! (A LOT!)

"Mate, graduate, then go find her, bring her to her senses and then say 'I do.' Get it?" the usually shy and quiet Scumbag, I mean, Peter said in this conversation.

"Guys, you are the best!" James said, not knowing really how bad his situation is and was going to get.

WITH THE GORGEOUS SVEN AND ADMIRABLE LILY, once again!

"Ohh, Sven! It's beautiful!" Lily looked around the café. The table was set right next to the mural of Van Gough's "Starry Night" and the top of the wall had a tiny string of white twinkling lights, that looked like stars. The café was very dim and romantic with at least two hundred candles all around.

"In France, everything, regardless of the occasion, is romantic. I swear, it's like, inevitable! If you eat with your great-aunt there are candles! Seriously!" he said remembering a night he ate with his great aunt Mildred. That was a night that was hard to forget after she set the restaurant on fire with her cane after knocking down a couple of candles.

"Well, you know you didn't have to! But, thank you for making my first night in Paris so special!" she slipped off her red coat onto a hook.

She was wearing some red stilettos, a slinky red dress, and bright red lippy. She looked gorgeous.

After a while he brought out the food and they laughed and chatted about Paris, the magical world (he had dropped his wand and that's when she knew he was a wizard and admitted she was one, too), and his paintings. They never got to the subject on why she left wherever she was or came here so suddenly. When he asked her why she came to France, all she replied was that she couldn't make a big decision, so left where she was and came to a good place. They just left it at that. Sven had a secret too, Lily knew, just didn't know what it was.

After dessert she conjured brighter candles and they signed co-ownership papers. They both knew this was going to be a very enjoyable experience. Sven would teach Lily how to cook and make coffee and learn French and pay bills. She was already falling in love with him—THE CAFE! Yes, the CAFE! Falling in love WITH THE CAFÉ!

Lily and Sven were just already so close, like some magical draw pulling them together. They were like, meant for each other.

And then it was time to go for Lily and she picked up her coat.

"Sven," she looked way up into his deep blue eyes, "Thank you. For tonight. For sharing the café. For your wonderfulness."

"Your—" And that was as far as he got because their lips came together into a kiss.

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A/N: OoO they kissed! EE-ooo-Ooo! I thought I mapped the story out—now I'm improvising. Can anyone give me three good reasons to continue this? If you can, I'll keep going. If not, I'm ending it here. What do you think?

A/N II: I don't know if there is a Cobble Street in Paris with a number 34 on the block. Sorry if there is.

I just also want to thank my sweet, thoughtful reviewers. You keep me happy! Here you are:

~Touchstoneofthecharter—if it weren't for you, I would never be writing, probably. Yes, in this story Remus gets to be the "MMM MMM Cambell's good!" I feel bad for him b/c he is said to be kind of not-a-hot dude. But, he is now! His knight name can be Remus the Sexy!

~Shadowy Ten-shi Chan—thank you for your ideas, opinions, emails and EVERYTHING! It helps a lot! Hope you like this.

~Nikki—thank you for your (hopefully) undying Pure love. It is such music to my ears for someone to say that!

~Kgirylleyer/Kat—Ohh, I really do hope this has a good plot! I really am trying and it's hard for me to determine what's good and what's not b/c I'm the author so I have so many ideas---my head is just clouds. Clouds going into storm mode, soon, I think.

~Dangerously In Love—I'm so glad that this story has enough emotion to make you cry. I feel happy, but sorry I made you cry.

~Flossie 1—you know this isn't Hollywood, and not all real or "fake" life ends happy, but I will have everything sorted out at the end, so hope that meets your standard! Thanks for your interest!

~And to one of by best friends for reading, but NOT REVIEWING! Melly—that means you! Woof…meow… REVIEW IT!

HUZZAH! And I also want to thank the musician POE for her CD "Haunted." It is so cool. You guys have got to check it out—its good typing music and good for cloudy brains. THANK YOU DEAR POE!

                                                                Hoodles!

                                                        --Whatever that means!