Lily/Severus
As she had always done, Lily took his breath away the moment he saw her. He knew, now, that a large part of that was the mystique he'd attached to her memory for the last twenty years, but that didn't chage the fact that her bright smile made something in his chest squeeze very tightly.
She also made him feel as awkward and tongue-tied as he'd been at the age of fifteen. Still, he wasn't fifteen. He took her hand, squeezed it gently and brought it to his lips, brushing a chaste kiss across the back of it for the briefest of moments before releasing it altogether.
"And you look like an angel," he answered. "Or perhaps a fairy princess?" He winked at her, teasing her about their conversation in the journals. He would have offered to fetch her a drink, but that she already had one.