Merlin did he not want this to be a dream. He imagined somehow, Potter and his friends waiting in the background, waiting to laugh that he might dare think that Lily would want him to kiss her. But there wasn't a question from the way she moved ever so slightly closer to him, the way her fingers moved into his hair.
"Like kissing you." It was said simply, with just the slightest hint of wonder in it. Dark Lord or no, if there was a chance with Lily, he would take it.
He leaned in, slowly, his pulse going to fast it felt like it might strangle him, and then he brushed his lips over hers, his fingers tightening at her waist. Her lips were soft, and he nearly pulled away, nearly couldn't do it, but then he pulled her closer and kissed her.