Dinner and Dancing With an Angel Who: Severus Snape, Lily Evans (Because he never refers to her, even in his head, as 'Lily Potter') What: Dinner and Dancing with the most beautiful woman in the village. Where: Lily's cottage then Parking in the Rear When: Saturday night starting at 7:00 p.m. They won't be out late due to her delicate condition Rating: Probably very low and fluffy. Diabetic-coma-inducing sweetness, perhaps?
Tonight, Severus pulled out all the stops. Considering the newest arrivals in the village - and how nearly he'd come to spoiling their friendship again by offering to kill Pettigrew - Severus suspected his opportunities to spend time alone with Lily were rapidly diminishing. It was important to him to make this evening as special as she deserved. He'd gone to the restaurant earlier in the week to scope the place out and choose the best table, a nice booth in a secluded corner that still had an oblique view of the dance floor. This he'd reserved particularly.
He'd then gone to Smuggled to arrange for the perfect bouquet of lilies and roses to be arranged and delivered to the restaurant to be on their table. He carried a smaller bunch of them now in his hands to give to her directly.
Without Draco to advise him on his attire, there was great risk that he'd screw it up. He went to Threads and bought a full-out wizarding tuxedo, having once been told by Narcissa that a man could never look poorly in formal wear. The wizarding version was very little different from the Muggle one except for slightly longer and looser tails - Severus always liked the billowy nature of robes, and of course the slightly looser sleeve to allow for ready wand-access.
Thus dressed and with the bouquet of flowers in his hands, he rapped smartly on Lily's door. He was already biting his tongue and preparing something civil to say on the off-chance that Potter would answer.