The words echoed in his ears. I love you, she’d said. She loved him. Lily Evans loved him. They were the three best words in the world. His heart felt like it had shot up into his throat. He met her gaze, and replied, “I love you too. Of course.” He stared at her for a while, before blinking, and shifting his focus back to the map. “We’ll need to leave from there,” he said, pointing to a passageway on the third floor. “It comes out right under Honeydukes.” He left the map on the bed so she could look at it, and stood up again. After a moment’s thought, he picked up his bag and folded up his invisibility cloak inside it. Just in case. She didn’t need to know about it quite yet.
She didn’t take her eyes off him. It was as though an invisible force was holding her eyes to him. She loved him like she’d never loved anything before, and as she finally turned her gaze back to the map on the bed, she had an overwhelming urge to kiss him. She restrained herself however, not wanting to get distracted from their Hogsmeade trip. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him stuff something into his bag, but thought nothing of it, realising it was probably just his cloak. Looking back up at him, Lily realised she was still scarcely clothed, and reached down to the floor to pick up the small bag of clothes she kept under his bed, and pulled out a top, slipping it on herself. She folded up the map and she climbed off the bed, pressing a kiss to his cheek and brushed a hand through her hair. “And you’re certain we won’t get caught?” she asked in vain, knowing he was basically a professional at this sort of thing. He knew exactly what he was doing and she knew there was no need to worry.