What in the world could Lily be up to? A wink, smile, and an anxious, fleeting look in her eye directed towards Ron as she drags an unsure Harry off to who knows where tells me about nothing.
For a split second, I consider pretending to be a spy and following them, but it would require too much effort for probably no worthwhile results. Still, I can't help but feel an inexplicable tug as she whisks away from the common room. After all, just last week she was crammed into the broom closet, like the stuffing inside of a turkey.
Lily's POV
Pulling Harry along behind me, I head to the perfect place for what I'm planning. The potions closet.
Finding it quickly (I'd nervously paced my route earlier this morning), I slowly shut the door behind us.
"Lil-" I don't let him finish his sentence, pressing my lips against his. He immediately melts, relieving all of the pressure and strain he's had on his shoulders this year alone.
A slight moan escapes from his lips as he presses me to the wall. Somehow, my hands find their way into his hair, and I can feel him smile against me.
I don't know how long we stay that way, pressed up against each other, struggling for air but completely in control; I don't care, either.
My hands find their way to his chest, and I teasingly push him away a centimeter or two. His response is to grab of few strands of my red and blue striped hair and twirl it in his hand.
Slowly and slyly, I slide my left leg up and around him, pushing against his back. Naturally, he lifts my other leg up and around him so that he's my support.
Questioningly, his tongue breaks through our lips; its invitingly smooth, and feels good. I welcome it greatly.
After who knows how long, we hear the pitter patter of footsteps passing by the door, and I decide that I can't put it off any longer.
Regaining my legs, I stand up and break the connection we've held for so long. We're both breathing heavily, slightly smiling.
"There's something I need to tell you..." My cheeks flush an even deeper pink, almost matching my hair color. "Actually, instead, let me show you." Slowly, I roll up my robe sleeve, revealing the still stinging dark mark.
"Lily..." I wait for him to finish his sentence, unlike before, but he stops, letting the silence drag out.
"Harry, I swear, I didn't do it of my own will. Voldemort..." Tears streak my face while his stays expressionless. "He told me that he had me mum, and that he would get you soon enough, too, even though I know you're too smart and brave to fall into his trap, I believed it, but I was so worried. I wasn't even conscious when it happened. Please, Harry, you have to forgive me..." I close my eyes, awaiting his harsh words. But instead, I'm comforted by his arms around my waist and his head on my shoulder. "No matter what, Lily, I will always be here for you. I will always love you. It's not your fault. If it's anybody's fault, it's certainly mine. I shouldn't have left you unprotected." There's a slightly angry tone in his voice as he says the last two sentences.
"Oh Harry," I sigh, squeezing his hand with my other arm. "It's alright. I'm sorry to interrupt, though, but we need to get on with the rest of the day.
"Right." He blushes, slightly hanging his head. I can't even imagine what's going through his head.
As I grip his hand again, I stride confidently towards the door, feeling as if a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders.