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Chapter II – He Brought Her to Tears.

She turned to face him. Her green eyes glistened and the moonlight cast a silvery halo on the top of her head.

Severus let out a strangled sigh and felt his eyes begin to tear.

Lily smiled sadly.

"Hello Severus." she whispered.

He fell to his knees.

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He stared at the dewy grass, panting, trying to push back the tears that so desperately wanted to come out. He wouldn't cry, not in front of her.

He felt the rain water seep through his school trousers, making his legs wet and uncomfortable, but he didn't move.

She walked towards him, her shadow cast in the grass. He felt her, rather than saw her drop to her knees. Neither of them spoke for a long time, they just knelt together on the soggy grass. He couldn't look at her, he didn't know what that made him. He didn't care.

He held up his closed fist and opened it,

"Here," his voice strained, "I believe this belongs to you."

He felt her take the bracelet, her cold fingertips brushed his warm palm. His eyes closed. Her fingertips traced a small shape in his hand. His jaw tightened.

"You must've been holding this for a while," he heard her smile, "you've got a 'L' imprinted on your palm."

He looked up slightly and saw that she was right.

"So I do." he said dryly.

Out of his peripheral vision he could see that she was wearing a dark blue v-neck jumper and her favourite jeans but she wasn't wearing the pendant he'd won for her any more. He'd won it for her the day the carnival had visited their town, she'd told him Muggles thought the Celtic symbol symbolised witchcraft. She'd wanted it, he got it.

He longed to look at her face but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He breathed slowly and kept his gaze down. He watched her breathe with him, her chest softly rose and fell. He couldn't help but stare at her breasts, firm and pale in the night. They were perfect, she was perfect. Which made his chest ache more.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice sounded weak.

It took her a moment to answer, she edged closer.

"You" she said.

Severus' head shot up to look at her, he didn't care if he cried. Her face was unsure and frightened and so beautiful it made his gut wrench.

"What?" he said incredulously, "What did you say?"

Her bottom lip trembled and and her eyes began to brim, his chest felt hollow.

"You" she croaked, her voice filled with sadness.

Severus just looked at her, drank her in, let the image of her fill him up. It brought back the childhood memories he'd always cherished. The day she'd come to Spinner's End and they played 'house' in his small room, the time when they'd gone fishing for tadpoles and she'd bought them both ice-creams, the night he'd snuck out his of house and slept over hers when his parents were arguing and they'd practised magic together. She took a shaky breath, tears falling silently down her pink cheeks and she shifted closer to him.

"I've missed you Sev, I've missed you so much." Her bottom lip trembled, more tears fell.

"I've missed you too Lils." God he wanted to touch her, he'd missed her so much.

She whimpered and threw her arms around his neck and wove him upwards into a hug, it took him by surprise but he was glad of it. He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her close to him, so that she was practically sitting on top of him. He breathed her in deeply, awakening the dark parts of his tortured soul. Lily let out a strangled sob and held him closer.

"I've been so scared Sev, I didn't know what would happen to you, and when I heard them talking I couldn't," she jerked from crying, "I couldn't let them, I couldn't let them do it to you, I can't. I can't. I can't. I couldn't" she repeated muttering this for a while, cradling and nestling herself into the crook of his neck. He could feel her breath warming his neck, its warmth spread to his gut and eased his tension. She inhaled deeply and gave a muffled laugh against his shirt collar.

"You stink of old text books" she laughed as she straightened herself back up slightly.

He let out a short laugh of his own.

"I was in the library when you owled me." he said staring up into her face, smiling. Her eyelashes were sticking together and her eyes were wide and watery. She looked like a porcelain doll.

"I'd guessed that was where you'd be." Lily said nodding slightly, she leant forward and breathed him again. His hands slipped down to her waist, Severus bit his bottom lip. She smelt of roses and moonlight, "You smell like old books and Sandalwood." he could her hear smile, "I've missed the way you smell, you know."

Severus pushed her back and eyes widened his eyes in mock surprise.

"I know," she said, raising her hands in the air, the ends of her jumper catching on her palms, "the amount of times I complained about you reeking of old books and it's one of the things I miss. Bloody typical." she punched him lightly.

"Ow" he complained, laughing indignantly.

She started to giggle into her sleeve-covered palms. Lily's laughter was infectious, he couldn't help but laugh with her. They began sniggering and roaring hysterically. She nearly fell backwards twice from laughing, his grip tightened and pulled her back to him, bumping their noses comically.

He swung his legs around to sit properly, to make sure she wouldn't fall back again. Lily began cackling uncontrollably, what they were actually laughing about Severus couldn't remember but this was the happiest he'd felt in a long time. Actual joy was inscribed all across his face.

After a while, their laughter began to fade to a chuckle, a chuckle faded to an occasional snicker and then it died completely. She rested her hands on his shoulders.

Then, the air seemed to change. Both of them suddenly began to realise the possibly compromising position they were in. Their hug had somehow allowed them to end up with Lily straddling him. And Severus wasn't sure if he liked it or not.

It was odd. He'd fantasised about this, yes, any time he could. He'd thought about her since he was 10 years old and fantasied about her since he was 13. He'd thought about her every second he had to himself, in every position he could think of, including this one. It was perpetual. Still was.

But now that it was actually happening, he wasn't sure if it was right. The Lily in his head was always more than willing to participate in his sexual thoughts, but this Lily, the real Lily, may react differently. Severus looked up at Lily for reassurance. He looked into her eyes and for a split second, thought saw a flicker of something, something more than lingering laughter. Then as quick as it was there, it was gone.

He must've imagined it.

And then he saw it again.

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