CHAPTER SIX

                                                 Of MY OPAL

                       "The Alpha and the Beta"

A/N: I love writing this, and I just want to thank everyone for their ideas, maybe I didn't use them in the actual writing, but if you read between the lines, I got a lot of ideas from them~* love *

Beta: Thanks to chocolate and sadness I have now written the ending. Thank you, thank you…I mean THIS chapter isn't the end, but I wrote it…oh, you know what I mean!

Kappa: Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story (magic world, Lily, James, anything mentioned in Harry Potter.) I do however own Sven, the little café, and my plot…thankyouthankyouverymuch!

Delta: THE NEXT PART OF MY STORY:

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from the last chapter…"I love you, Lily. That's all I want you to know," and with that James walked off the stage…

Lily was the palest shade of white anyone had ever seen. The crowd didn't know who to look at, the red head now-albino girl, or the crying hottie. (Rough choice :D ) Sven was just so confused that his latte he was holding was now dripping down his shirt with absolutely no notice from him.

Lily awoke from her trance.

"No, you don't," she whispered, but it was so silent in the café James looked up at her just before he walked out the door.

"NO! YOU DO NOT LOVE ME! YOU COULDN'T LOVE ME ALL BY MEYSELF FOR JUST ONE MOMENT IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE! I AM DONE WITH YOU. YOU CAN WEEP, BEG, STALK, AND "LOVE" ME FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, BUT YOU DO IT SOMEPLACE FAR, FAR AWAY! YOU TREAT ME AS A BETA, I AM A HUMAN BEING AND…" she started to weep softly, but continued on in a whisper, "and someone loves me. He loves me all by myself; not to get to my friends, not to be popular, and certainly not for an "arm-ornament."

She broke off and looked down, she took a deep breath and then continued:

"I'm staying. Sven takes care of me. He LOVES me. You are nothing but a liar, so I will see you in the next life, James. Good-bye."

James walked out the door, but not before looking one long, sad, sweet look into her deep green eyes whilst she looked back.

Lily looked down and slumped against Sven's strong and manly chest. He looked at her with such loving and adoring eyes. The look he always looked at her with. Such respect, a love, a needing, a wanting, and a thousand more things that you look at a true love with. 

"Are you sure?" he whispered to her, now understanding why she ran from Britain.

She wanted to answer two different things. Yes and no. But she said,

"Yes, I am sure. I love you."

Big jump…sorry people…

One year later…August…

Lily and Sven were very happy together; they lived together and shared the café. They had fun with their friends over wine on the evenings and that's all that mattered to them. They loved each other and were happy. And so many good things had come of it…

Sven had 5 paintings sold to a gallery; the café added on—they now had two stories and plenty more chefs and helpers. Lily was now speaking French fluently, and had become a part time chef in a 5 star restaurant. They were thinking of buying a house!

But there was one thing that Lily had a thought about now and then.

James.

Once in a while at first, now, every day! She thought of his face, but she knew it was just because he had scared her and stalked her…well that's what she hoped anyway. And it wasn't like she still loved him…oh, no, it was far from that. She just wondered what he was doing and where he was now and then.

"Probably at a strip club," she thought in her mind, "The Pig."

A few days later Lily found herself thinking. The café—the restaurant—Sven—did all of this make her truly happy? Yes. It did. But she just felt a little something missing.

Was it her friends from Hogwarts? Maybe?

Petunia? NO!

James? She shuddered at the thought.

But what if?

Just,'what if?'

Nah.

Right?

Sven called for her, he was in their room, and she was making a lobster salad for dinner. 'What is it now? I hope he didn't hook his hair to his shirt zipper again…uhh…' she thought.

"Flower?" Sven called calmly.

"Yes?" she replied.

"Will you please come in here?"

She entered their room; it was a light red with crème finish. (Lily had decorated it all by herself and was very proud of it.)

"Coming. Here I am!" as she poked her head through the doorway.

Lily Flower almost fell over in shock. Rose petals everywhere. The curtains, the walls, the carpet, all over! Strewn everywhere must have been 100's roses petals…and that's a LOT of petals! And Sven, dressed in his cute little red polo-shirt…the one she loved on him.

'This has to be a dream! I mean…no, it has to be real," she thought to herself, "No, this is James' work. Where? How? Why? She started to talk in her head and got into a bad argument with herself in those little seconds.

"Lily, this is very sudden, yes. I know it. But I loved you since the moment I ever talked to you, the first moment I ever saw you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

He opened a box.

A

Nice

Velvety

Little

Box.

"Will you marry me?" he asked.

Lily's entire year flashed before her eyes in ten seconds. James—his proposal, the coming here, the poem, their friends, the wine, all the paintings, the good times, the café, their flat, all the way up to right now.

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All ends well, see? You'll have to wait until the next chapter to see! This story will end well…for me! (I love Sven…la la la la)

* momo *