Chapter 50

She leaned against the side of the window, adorned in a dress that James had bought for her, they had explored the night life of Paris for hours, and now she was reflecting, her eyes sparkling with delight as she looked out at the view. She could open the door to the balcony, a small one, but able to see the lights better, said one of the workers of the fancy Hotel, James' parents had stayed before, they recognised the name.

She preferred the lights where she stood, content, in her own little world, as she stood in the red dress, tight until the waist, thin straps that decorated her shoulder, showing off her skin, and soon did it flow down, just cut off mid her shin, it was extravagant, beautiful, she enjoyed twirling in it solely to see the way the dress puffed in the air.

She had taken off the heels she wore, slightly higher than she wished, and more than once did she have to hold onto James solely to help her walk. He looked as handsome as ever in the suit he wore, she had to stop herself from staring more than what was appropriate in public, but she simply couldn't help herself.

It was as though they were famous, or rich, fancy, important people, and not two teenagers who decided to run away for a while, it was exciting to her, but it had to end at some point, and strangely, amidst the power she had received from the way she was treated, she really didn't mind going back to shorts and James' t-shirts, in all honestly, the glitz and the glam, whilst enjoyable, simply wasn't her.

But for the time being she would bask in it, stare at the jewellery decorating her wrist, the chain around her neck, her makeup that she had done for a night the two had spent together, her hair tumbling down her back with a flower piece flowing down it effort, she felt like a princess, and merlin she looked like one.

James watched her intently as she stared at the view, he lay on the bed they shared, in the suit he wore during their time together, only was the bow tie now half off his neck and the first two buttons now undone. The suit jacket was thrown over a chair, as was the odd scarf thing - Nora's words - that Nora wore around her arms, she wasn't quite sure what it was, maybe to keep her arms warm, but it didn't exactly make her feel warm, it just made her look that bit fancier.

So maybe that's what it was for.

Her head leaned on the wall beside her as she watched the Eiffel tower in front of her, in the distance, radiating with beauty, sparkling with a million lights, it was gorgeous, but the full city was gorgeous, she came for the views, and she stayed for the views.

But as well, she stayed for James.

The James who had slowly stood up, making his way towards her, silently, slowly wrapping his arms around her waist, resting on her stomach, brushing his lips up her arm, slowly kissing her shoulder, moving to her collar bone, and soon her neck as her eyes closed, as she stood there, now leaning on his chest, gnawing at her bottom lip, "are you really teasing me in Paris?" she asked, hearing his muffled chuckles as he gripped her tighter.

He slowly brushed her hair away from her neck, his fingertips dancing along the skin, and soon did his lips find her neck again, sucking softly on the skin, nibbling as she gasped, slowly moving her head to the side, her eyes closed as the feeling creeped up her spine.

"Can you believe we're in Paris?" he whispered, finally stopping what he was doing, finally leaning his head on her shoulder, a quick kiss to her cheek and he was done, watching the view with her, finding happiness with her in his arms.

"I really can't," she whispered, shaking her head, "we've had a night of glamour, and it's been so lovely, it's been beautiful and elegant, but it's not me, it's not us, I just want you James, I want us, not Mr Potter and Miss Robinson, not fancy jewellery and expensive dinner, I want James and Nora, I want the James who I showed the tree house to, the one who plays pranks, who doesn't care that he has money, but uses it when he wants to."

She had turned in his grip to face him, the view wasn't important to her when he was with her, he was the view.

"You are amazing, Nora Robinson," James whispered softly, cupping her cheek, his lips on hers softly, "I-I just don't know how to explain how incredible you are."

"Don't use words," she whispered softly, "would you like to be incredibly cliché, James Potter?"

"What are you insinuating, Nora Robinson?" he asked, his eyebrow raised as he stared down at her.

"I want you, James," she whispered, pushing herself up to capture his lips, running her hands through his hair, "all of you."

"Nora-"

He stopped himself as he watched her, unsure of what she was doing until he heard the soft sound of the zip of her dress floating through the air, and soon did she turn around, "help me?"

He bit his lip as he unzipped her dress, a shaky breath tumbling from his lips as he pulled her to him, "Nora, we're not doing this if-"

"I want to, James," she nodded, a smile on her lips, "do you?"

"I do," he nodded, and that was it, that was all it took for her to take his hand, to guide him to the bed of the hotel room, to slip out of the dress she wore, to be with him, to tangle with him in the sheets in the hotel room.

To be incredibly cliché in the city of love.

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The day was bright, the air was warm as they two made it to the destination, to the end of their adventure, the peak, the pinnacle, the Eiffel Tower. Nora was an adventurer, she had dreamed of Paris, dreamed of France, and now she was here, standing on the Eiffel tower with the boy she had given her all to, looking over the side at the views of the city, the view that was so beautiful, so incredible.

She was speechless, shocked, it was better than anything she could ever expect as she leaned over the each ever so slightly, taking in the sight of the bustling city below her, she felt as though she was on top of the world, never to come back down again, as though the feeling she felt, the high on happiness that she had could never falter.

"I've always wanted to see this view," she was finally able to whisper, shaking her head in awe, in glory, in happiness.

"I think mines is better," he whispers, and soon, reluctantly did she break her gaze from the view in front of her to see what he was staring at, a smile twitching at her lips when she met his gaze.

"You're so cheesy," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his waist, shaking her head with a laugh, "I love it."

"Oh, you do, do you?" he asked, leaning against the side, staring down at her whilst she pulled away, a smirk on her lips as she nodded.

"I do," she hummed, reaching for his hand, "and I love you, James, I'm so in love with you."

His mouth parted slightly, wide eyed, straightening himself up as he stared at her, stared into her bright eyes that held so much, at the smile wide on her lips, she wanted to scream it from the roof tops, from mountains, and whilst she didn't have a roof top or a mountain, she had the Eiffel tower.

That would do.

"I'm in love with James Potter!" she cupped her hand over her mouth as she screamed it, hearing the echo in the distance, a laugh tumbling from her lips as she listened to her voice, listened to how perfect it sounded.

And with a grin, James turned to the view, cupping his hand over his mouth, he shouted, "and I'm in love with Nora Robinson!"

"You really mean that?" she asked, pulling him closer to her, her smile wide, her eyes crinkling and soon, he nodded, lifting up her chin, guiding his lips to hers.

"when we go home, it'll be the same thing, we'll go to school, and we'll laugh, and have a great time, but in the distance, there's pain creeping over the wizarding world, a man using fear for power, bringing the wizarding world to the brink, scaring muggleborn's half to death.

And I will fight, when we go back, I don't care what I do, but I'll fight for you, and for Adria, and Lily, and for every single muggleborn, and for every single blood traitor, because it's the right thing to do, it's what I need to do, but now, right in this moment, I just want you, I don't want to think of that.

I don't want to think of what this could cause, the tragedy that might ensue, it might be selfish, it might be terrible to say, but I don't want to think of that right now, I'm ignoring it, I'm avoiding it, we're not there, we're in Paris, we're on the Eiffel tower, looking over the city of love, so I'm going to confess my love to the girl I love.

And I think I've been in love with you since the moment you said my name in the great hall.

I love you Nora Robinson, the train stopped at the destination, the destination of loving you, and the journey was an adventure, but the destination is brilliant, it's wonderful, it's perfect, everything I ever imagined.

I never thought much of love before, I said the word to my parents, to my friends, but it was empty, it was an empty word, it didn't hold much meaning to me, saying the word, it didn't show what I felt. But that changed, I have no words to describe what I feel for you, it's intense, it's vivid, and powerful, and I love it, I love the feeling of that, so if I love that, I must love you, and merlin I do, I'm so sure of it.

You gave the word meaning.

I call you love because you are my definition.

I'm so completely, utterly, unequivocally, extremely, embarrassingly, excitingly in love with you, Nora Robinson, until the end of the time, the end of space, endlessly in love with you, and I have no problem with sharing it with anyone who wants to know!"

She bit her lip, her eyes bright with happiness, soaring with love, swelling in her heart, and soon did she push herself forward, she didn't know which words she could form to tell him how much she felt the exact same way, she was speechless, but the kiss they shared said it all, she grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him closer, she was flush against him, his hand on the bottom of her back, her arms around his neck, their tongues dancing together, smiles still on their faces as they kissed each other.

The passion radiated off of them, the force of each other holding the other up, it was something new, exciting, it was gentle and soft, but full of lust and passion, full of want, and happiness.

They had been through so much, they had stayed together through it all, with the school year gone by, meeting only last year, it was crazy how one person could impact someone's life so much, change them, shape them for the better, bring out their personality, crack the surface of the shell, bring back the person's happiness.

Nora had been through a terrible amount of pain, so much pain, so much hurt, and heart break, but somehow, through it all, James was there by her side through it all, helping her through it as she built herself back up to the girl standing on the Eiffel tower with the boy she was completely and utterly in love with.

And no matter how you look it, at their life together, at the pain they went through and their world on the brink of war, the two of them where happy as they stood there, kissing on the Eiffel tower, overlooking the city of love, gripping each other tightly, and they deserved it.

Because sometimes, for two people as in love as they were, well they deserved a happy ending.