CHAPTER SEVEN (!)

                                OF MY OPAL

By Blondemomo

A/N I: This is dedicated to detention…without it, I would have never had time to think of this! Oh, and to the teacher who held us in detention! Viva la Ungermire! (Mean teacher from Lizzie McGuire….I never watch that but there was some funny joke about it!)

A/N II: I'm really sorry this is all mushy-gushy…I made it as light as I could…really hope you guys don't gag on the syrup!

Disclaimer: Roses are red, Violets are be blue, I don't own Harry Potter, I bet you don't either, too! (Don't own it! Don't even try to sue me! You won't get more that a yoga-in-a-box kit! I LOVE IT! ********************************************************

HERE WE GOOOOOOO!

Part one:

The things flashing through Lily's head were uncountable. It was like flipping through the television FULL SPEED AHEAD! People, teachers, loves, salads (?), the café, France, her old friends, her new ones, the French language, Sven, James, their proposals, the room, the poems, the roses, the lilies. It was so hard to produce one full thought out of Lily's head…it was almost impossible!

In the little time allotted by the author, Lily gave one full thought:

*Begin memory*

It was a letter on her armoire, addressed to her in lovely calligraphy.

Meet me at the lake. James~

It was getting near twilight, maybe later, Lily thought as she glanced out her window to see the sky. Dark purple…and pretty chilly, it was February something-teenth. Oi! It was Valentine's Day! Oh, no! She had forgotten! She and James hadn't seen each other all day with classes and 6th year business. He was going to be so disappointed if she didn't go! Lily threw over a nice, low-cut dark pinkish-red dress, reaching a little below her knees. She put a warming charm on her skin, she didn't want to bring a jacket—it took away from the je nes a quoi of the dress! There—a little lippy and some shadow—she looked fine! Besides, it would be dark—he couldn't really see her anyway!

She trotted down out of the castle and made her way through the lawn to the lake.

"Oh!" she thought when she reached the bay of the lake.

James had set up the most marvelous looking table for two, lit with a candelabra, and plates of food all over, and a tiny little dance floor—for two. He was dressed so handsomely and gave her this great broad smile when he spotted her. Oh, how handsome he was.

Lily made her way down to the table.

"Oh, you are so sweet. How did you—" was as far as she made it.

James swept her up is his arms and dipped her and gave her this great big kiss. When he let her go, he told her this dinner and dance floor was all for them, all for her.

He pulled out her chair and she sat down.

"Why thank you good sir!" she said in a snooty, proper voice.

"Of course, m'lady!" James replied, sitting down himself.

He pulled back all of the silver platter tops to reveal all of the most delicious looking foods she had ever seen. Pasta—salads—lobsters—there was even escargot--she didn't know where to start.

They talked about their lives, their futures, and their days—all with the greatest of ease the entire dinner. It was so relaxing to be under the moon and stars with a person you really loved.

Then, after she had had some delicious mint-chocolates he stood up

and came over to her seat.

"May I have this dance?" he asked.

"Of course. I thought you'd never ask," and was swept up.

All of a sudden, music began to play; beautiful, slow, romantic, dancing music.  She rested her head on his shoulder and they danced for what seemed like ever—it could have been fifteen minutes—could have been fifteen hours—yet it seemed so… so perfect. When they were done dancing, James led her over to a little swing right on the shore of the lake. While they swung on the huge chair-thing, the music kept playing…

It was like a fairy tale…she'd never forget it…

*end memory*

Hours had passed in Lily's mind…and only seconds had passed in the "real world."

But then a new memory took hold of the old one and made her remember, what had happened a few weeks later…

*Begin memory*

She was doing night patrols again—a prefect duty—James usually did night-duty, but today he told her he wasn't feeling well and would she mind taking it over for him. She of course agreed, and now here she was, in the corridors around eleven p.m. James had gone to bed, or so she thought, around nine.

Lily heard some movement behind a painting in the wall. She opened the painting on the wall after discovering it had hinges. There was a little door about three feet tall and three feet wide. She opened it, being careful not to creak it. Lily heard some giggling and a little movement. She entered the little doorway and walked about 20 feet back, to discover James and a 7th year Griffindor snogging, a lot.

"James…James…James…oh dear. What shall I do with you? You don't feel well? Well, of course! You can't feel too well when you are two-timing you're girlfriend! I can hex you, or kill you, Crusciatus, boils, drown you, burn you, or turn you into a toad and put you to sleep—no, no—that's just too humane!" Lily's voice was light and airy.

At that point James and his snoggfest partner were cleaning themselves up. His snoggfest partner, whom Lily recognized as a Ravneclaw, by the name of Argenna, looked very fearful of the angry red head.

"I know! I know it! PERFECT!" Lily nearly jumped up and down in bliss.

And with that  and a wave of her wand, tattooed ADULTERIST in scarlet letters on their foreheads. The spell wouldn't come off for a few weeks, and besides, she had read about the "scarlet letter" in some muggle book by the same name. Ahh, Muggles are so inventive!

The next day James and his dear snogg-partner Argenna had to walk around with those letters tattooed all over their forehead. They couldn't even lift their heads in shame for weeks. When they both tried to find the anti-spell, they realized there wasn't one.

James begged for Lily to take him back. 'To fix his heart' he said. 'More like fix your tattoo and your snog-needage! NO WAY!'

But like any true love, or so she had thought at the moment, she fixed his tattoo, but left the other girl's on for a few more days and took James back. …bad idea she thought now…

Hmm!

*end memory*

Lily's thoughts only took 5 seconds. But days, weeks, even years, passed through her mind like water coming out of a waterfall. Her head was swimming in so many different answers. Yes, she loved Sven. But could she really spend her whole life with him? Her answer to him was the answer to herself…

She collected her mind. Then replied.

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DUN

                DUN

                                DUN!!!!

Hope you enjoyed. See? I told you everything was going to be okay!

BWAH HA HA! HA HA! BWAH HA HA!