Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

It was deathly silent as James Potter glared into the fireplace, his brow furrowed and arms crossed. He was, for all intents and purposes, the very definition of sulking. And it was all his disgustingly beautiful girlfriend's fault.

She had forgotten their anniversary.

Forgotten it.

Like he wasn't important - like they were not important.

It had been Remus who had, very reasonably, pointed out that not many people celebrated their 2 and a half month anniversary.

This fact was irrelevant to James Potter; he for one wanted to celebrate every day that he and Lily were together and, to this end, he had bought her a card, flowers, chocolates and had set up a very special date for the two of them. She, however, had frowned with confusion at his gesture of love and had promptly left to tutor some snot-nosed fourth year, muttering about romantic saps.

So James had decided to wait up for her.

Because this misunderstanding between the two of them would just not do.

Would she ignore all important events? Their first Christmas? Their first wedding anniversary? The birthdays of their 9 children when they were born?

No, they needed to discuss her cold-hearted attitude and find out why she did not regard these events with the same sentimentality as he clearly did.

So, by the time Lily tumbled through the portrait hole at exactly 16 minutes past 9, James' pout had grown to epic proportions. She glanced at him with barely concealed amusement.

"You alright, James?" She asked as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and dropped her bag to the floor. He shook his head and she rolled her eyes with a smile before going to sit down next to him. "What's up?"

"Why don't you care about our two and a half month anniversary?"

James Potter; Mr Blunt of Bluntsville.

"What?" She asked with a disbelieving laugh.

He huffed a sigh.

"Well, obviously, I am the only romantic in this relationship. It was two and a half months ago today that we went to Hogsmeade on our first date." He said as though that explained everything.

"You think I'm not romantic?" She asked with pursed lips.

"Well...no, actually."

"Right. Fine." Lily flipped her hair over her shoulder and marched towards her bedroom. The door was slammed shut with a rather loud bang.

"Shit." James mumbled as he sunk further into the sofa. He had not meant to make Lily angry. Really, he had hoped she might realise she was being incredibly insensitive and offer to kiss it all better.

He was, after all, an optimist.

He ran a hand through his hair and was about to head to Lily's room and beg for forgiveness, when her door opened and she was storming back out with what looked like a shoe box in her hand. She jumped back onto the sofa next to him and tucked her legs underneath her as she watched him carefully, a determined glint in her jade eyes.

"Right. I was going to save this for, I don't know, our 6 month anniversary or something," the sarcasm laced in her voice was part irritated part amused, "but since you are such a ruddy sulker and I can't take the pout any longer, ta-da!"

She placed the box in his lap gently, reverently even, and pulled at the sleeves of her jumper as she watched him.

He eyed her strangely but curiosity got the better of him and his attention turned to the ordinary looking box sitting on his thighs. He ran his thumbs over the top of the box and lifted the lid slowly. He frowned at the sight that greeted him.

"Er..why have you given me a box of parchment?"

"Read them." Lily urged, her eyes bright.

He picked up one piece and unfolded it. He was met with the surprising sight of his own hand writing.

'Evans,

I am writing to apologise for the incident at the lake. It was very immature of me to do that to Sniv Snape. Even if he is a git who deserves it.

I just wanted to say sorry and see if you wanted to meet for an ice cream over the summer, maybe?

Potter

James'

"What is this?" James asked, confusion and awe evident in his voice.

"It's all your letters. Every single one you ever sent me." His stunned eyes found hers in the glow of the fire. She smiled at him. "Get one of the envelopes from the bottom." She instructed softly, a pink hue creeping across her cheeks. The tips of his fingers brushed against sealed letters at the bottom of the box and he pulled them out. He sifted through them and each had the same address penned in elegant cursive.

James Potter,

Potter Manor,

Surrey,

GU2 7JP

"What are these?" He asked as he reached for more of the sealed letters. Each one with the same address.

"My replies. The ones I never sent." The Head Girl replied honestly and James could definitely make out a delicate pink colour in her cheeks now as she tried to avoid his dark eyes. She had kept every single letter he had ever sent her. He had thought, in those dark moments of teenage angst, that she had thrown them away or burnt them. She had replied to a few letters in the past, normally begging him to leave her alone or, more recently, polite, civil notes that were only a few lines long as a general rule. The envelopes he held in his hands were stuffed with reams and reams of parchment. He itched to read them but would not subject her to any more embarrassment that was warranted.

The box of letters was chucked onto the coffee table as James lunged at his blushing girlfriend. She was dragged into his arms before she could even blink, one of his hands around her waist as the other curled into her hair as he kissed her forehead. She smiled gently and wormed her way further into his embrace when she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Happy 2 and a half month anniversary, James."

Not romantic indeed. How little he knew.

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