This is another oneshot another look at Lily and Sev, btw i do have more planned now so i will post new chapters when i write them but i'm not changing the status from finished because i won't be updating too often and i'm not really sure if i've got a story line going yet. This song is Between Two Lungs by Florence and the Machine. I'm changing the story name to Lungs which is the name of the album all these songs are off.

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Lily awoke to the sound of gentle breathing. Hers and his. Once again they had fallen asleep on the floor of the Room of Requirement whilst studying hard before their N.E.W.T's. They were lain out across the soft dark rug in front of the fire, they had stopped studying long before they had fallen asleep. They had laid talking in quiet voices about everything and anything as they often did these days. Lily's eyes joined their hands that lay between them still intertwined his much bigger fingers enveloping hers, safe and secure like a chain between them.

They were a mirror lying in the exact same positions curled towards each other like ying and yang. A wave of his breath hit her, smelling pleasantly like the mints they had shared not too long ago. It softly blew against her hair moving strands like feathers, it touched her lips a ghost of a kiss.

She smiled and observed his face, so serene; an expression she rarely got to gaze upon these days. No there was a constant implacable something that haunted his features, always reminding them how delicate it all really was.

Cause it was trapped
Trapped between two lungs
It was trapped between two lungs
It was trapped between two lungs

The dark load, Voldermort she grimaced at the thought. He could take this all away from them this moment. Lily looked upon that face, with the black fan of eyelashes that kissed his cheeks and the arch of the dark brows and filled with an unnameable fear.

Another beautiful breath, a deep sigh more powerful that all the other little waves, threw itself upon the shore. How many more did they have left? How many more breaths, how many more moments like this?

She wished she could hold it to her, stop all the clocks and hold this one moment here forever. She tightened her grip on his hand and observed that pale expanse of skin on his forearm. She delicately touched it tracing the veins, the perfect unmarred skin. She knew that this untouched arm meant more than he could have expressed to her. The life that he would have had, the lies, the regrets, the darkness. She longed to kiss his pulse but she did not wish to make him while she was in such a state.

And my running feet could fly
Each breath screaming
"We are all too young to die"

She wondered if she could hold her breath forever it would hold this moment too, that they would never have to face what lay outside waiting for them. She breathed in all his scent, of herbs and spices and held fast not allowing herself to exhale.

She knew she was being silly, no magic could hold them there, time must move on but still she did not breath. All the while the waves kept lapping against her inviting her to breathe him in.

She would not, she would stay like this for an eternity if it meant she could have millions more of those waves.

As she held her lungs ached, and longed to breathe him in again. She already missed his scent, and the air that they shared. Slowly his eyes flickered open revealing dark opaque eyes.

Between two lungs it was released
The breath that passed from you to me
That flew between us as we slept
That slipped from your mouth into mine
It crept between two lungs
It was released
The breath that passed from you to me
That flew between us as we slept
That slipped from your mouth into mine
It crept

How many breaths had she missed already?

Cause it was trapped
Tapped between two lungs
It was trapped between two lungs

He looked at her uncomfortable face realising something was a miss. Then he realised she was not breathing, just lying there looking at him.

"Lily?' it was a sigh of a name, a little word filled with so much concern.

She realised seeing his face stricken with sudden worry that she was not holding the moment. She was letting it slip by, it was only her that had stopped slowly been left behind. Missing all those precious breaths.

Tears escaped and she let go of that breath, and the room filled with her gasp as she harshly filled her lungs again. Arms surrounded her hushing and questioning.

"I couldn't" she sobbed against the strong moving chest of her love.

"Couldn't, what?" he soothed as sharply drew in air ragged breaths.

"Couldn't stop time" she rasped.

He smiled and looked down at her crying face lying on his chest. So that was what this was all about?

"Well I'm glad that you didn't, imagine what would become of us then?" he asked softly.

Green eyes locked on his, red rimmed and confused.

"There is so much life for us have, my love, if you stop it we are dead, and we will be dead an awfully long time. These are the days of the living, and we must embrace them, each second is priceless and we must not spend a moment trying in vain to stop them. I would be robbed without them" he said gently pressing his lips to her lips, her eyelids, the throbbing pulse in her neck.

Now all the days of begging
The days of theft
No more gasping for a breath
The air has filled me head-to-toe
And I can see the ground far below
I have this breath
And I hold it tight
And I keep it in my chest
With all my might
I pray to God this breath will last
As it pushes past my lips
As I...

"I'm sorry"

"Shh… lets not waste our breath on sorry, I love you is preferable" he grinned.

She smiled and reflected on the two of them here in the protective ribs of his arms breathing and beating the lungs and the heart. Gently she kissed his chest over his heart and glance back up and those dark eyes.

She shivered at the look in them one which she had never seen him show so openly to her. With and almost growl he rolled them over so she lay beneath him.

Flushed she stared up and a deadly smirking face and felt her breathing increase.

"After all my darling, I have over ways to leave you breathless' he whispered in her ear.

Moments like breaths are priceless, and no matter how long we try to hold them to us eventually we have to let them go. With that I release this moment, into the darkness of a winter night, so they might for ghosts in wind.

Between two lungs it was released
The breath that passed from you to me

Between Two Lungs

Between two lungs it was released
The breath that captured me
The sigh that blew me forward