Chapter 10

2 months after graduation

It was a beautifully clear day looking out at the city from the balcony of our hotel room. James had surprised me suddenly last night when I arrived at my flat to find him sitting on the sofa with two suitcase and two portkey tickets.

The sun was rising gradually, seeping through the streets of this incredible place, like the waves around a rock pool. Behind me I heard James stirring in the bedroom and cross the room before feeling his strong arms and naked torso surrounding my body.

"Morning Flower," He murmured, kissing my neck.

"Good morning," I sighed contently. "It's a beautiful city in the morning, isn't it?"

James nodded in agreement. "So are you," he said.

Blushing, James led me to the small table on which sat a tray carrying our breakfast, which I assume, had been brought up by a house-elf earlier that morning.

"What do you fancy doing today? I thought we could take a walk along the river," James asked as he spread jam over his warm croissant.

"That sounds perfect." I smiled back, taking a sip from my coffee cup. I couldn't believe how happy I was just sitting at a table eating breakfast across from the love of my life. I became so engrossed in looking at this man that I didn't notice a lone tear straying down my cheek.

"Are you okay, Lil? Why are you crying baby?" James looked up from his breakfast, with a worried and confused expression in is eyes.

"Oh James. I'm fine. I'm just really … really happy." I told him, my face heating up with embarrassment. James laughed, stoop up, crossed to my side of the table and picked me up, kissing me passionately on the lips.

Setting me back on the ground, James said: "Me too. I love you Lil'." He kissed me gently, confidently, as if this were to be the last time his lips would touch mine and he wanted to make it last forever.

Later that day, after the rest of the morning had been spent in the bedroom, James and I took a picnic for lunch and spent the afternoon walking along the beautiful river, although we didn't venture as far as I could have hoped before James lead me back to our hotel.

I took a shower and dressed in a modestly sexy black dress. When James walking into the room he looked unable to perform any natural bodily functions, so I assumed I looked okay.

I had my hair flowing straight and long down my back, my eyes were a smouldering black with make-up and I was very glad I had put on the sexy new underwear Emma had made me buy last weekend when we were shopping for her mystery date. By the look of things though, I wouldn't be wearing it for long.

"Um," James shook his head to try and remember what he was going to be telling me. Looking down at the scarf in his hand, "I need to tie this around your eyes. You're not allowed to know where we're going," he finished.

We took a portkey from our hotel room to the place we were going to be having dinner. When we arrived, James led me up a few steps, stopped me before I felt a sensation as though we were in an elevator. When we stopped James gently sat me on a cold metal chair. He clicked his fingers and some romantic music started playing. He unfolded the scarf from my eyes and it took me a second for my eyes to get used to the sunlight. I looked around in awe, tears filling my eyes. We were at the top of the Eiffel tower. It was incredible. I had never seen a view anything like the one I was seeing now, and I had the most beautiful man in my view as well.

I gasped and happy tears filled my eyes for the second time the same day. "James," I whispered. "Oh my god. I've never been up here before. It's incredible. You're incredible."

Two waiters approached the table where James was sitting across from me. "Dinner iz served." They said in thick French accents.

I couldn't do anything. I couldn't move, talk or eat the delicious food that had been placed in front of my. All could do was cry.

"Lily," James said firmly. "Do you know how much this is costing me? Eat your food before it gets cold." His voice was certain but cheerful. I laughed, picked up the fork and started to eat.

Our conversation throughout the five course meal was light-hearted, with long pauses of content silence in between topics.

The music continued to play throughout the meal by independent instruments, meaning we were alone, barring the waiters.

"Would you like to dance Lily?" James asked boldly once I had finished the last bite of mouth-watering cheesecake.

"Okay," I said, shyly. James took my hand and led me to a space in the middle of the floor. We danced silently for ten minutes while the waiters cleared the table of everything except the champagne and our glasses before they left us completely alone.

James lead me back to our table, sat down opposite me and started talking.

"I, um, I went to see your dad last week Lil."

My head shot up. "Why?"

"I wanted to ask him a question."

"What was that question?" I asked, my voice shaking, even though, subconsciously, I knew what it was.

"I told him if he said no then I would have done it anyway. He said 'yes' though, thank god." James joked.

"What did you ask him?" I wanted, needed, to know.

"Oh, nothing really. It doesn't matter." James took a sip from his champagne glass.

A few nervous conversation later, James bent on one knee. "Lily, will you marry me?" he put his hand in his pocket pulling out a small navy velvet box. When he opened the box, I saw that inside sat a gorgeous diamond surrounded by emeralds set onto a white gold band.

I gasped. I couldn't breathe. Nothing on my body was working. I was crying and staring at the ring, then James, then the ring again. "YES!" I burst into more tears as James popped the ring from the box and slid it onto my finger. He looked at me seriously and I flew into his arms kissing him hard.

When the kiss ended, I pulled my face back and stared into his gorgeous hazel eyes. "I love you. I'll love you until the day I die."

"Me too." James replied, tears streaming down his own cheeks. We kissed again and suddenly the sky was filled with fireworks lighting up the dark sky behind the tower.

I didn't think it would be possible to be even happier than I was at that moment but I was wrong. Six months later, I had a perfect wedding day and a year and a half after that I gave birth to the most beautiful baby boy.

Of course when we got back from Paris, Sirius teased James like crazy when I described the night to my friends but I didn't care. I had a perfect man, we were going to have a perfect wedding, a perfect family and a perfect life.

THE END

A/N: Very romantic. Very fluffy. Sorry it's finished. Can't say anymore or I'll cry.

Hope you enjoyed it. Be sure to look out for more of my fics coming soon, I hope.