You are viewing a story from harrypotterfanfiction.com View Online | Printer Friendly Version of Entire Story Chapter 21: The Wedding [View Online] AN Oh My! I finally got chapter 20 validated, it was a struggle, but WHAT a pleasure to log on, and find many, many great responses!! I can’t tell you what it means!! So yes, when you’re reading this, of course, chapter 21 is validated… Well.. I decided to go with the long version of this chapter, so it’s a bit long. Therefore… I’m gonna ask you, and please leave a review if you have a opinion about it, shall I divide my chapters into smaller pieces, or shall I have long ones, like this? Do you guys like to read a bit more… Smaller chapters like, 2000-3000 words, or 10 000 like this one..? xD I go with the long version on this one, and if you prefer the smaller versions, let me know and I’ll make it happen! Anyway, here we go… And for the ending… I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist… It’s me, and that’s what I do best… ;) Enjoy! And once again, YES CHAPTER 20 WAS VALIDATED… thank you.. James’s parents woke us the very next morning. “Hi…” Mrs Potter said, obviously grinning of the way we slept. “James?” she rubbed his cheeks, and he stirred. I opened my eyes. “Good morning Lily!” Mr Potter said, to me, smiling. “Glad to see you have finally reasoned with our son. Two weeks of you two in silence was quite disturbing to watch! Now tell us, what do you see in that moron?” “Oh Mr Potter this is not what it looks like!” I sat up, trying to convince them. They both exchanged looks that clearly stated something like: Mmmhmmm. “Let’s just… not tell my parents about this, okay?” I grumbled embarrassed. “You worry too much, Lily!” James, said sitting up in the bed, giving me a kiss of the forehead. “How did it go last night?” “They were already gone… And I found his body, Lily… I gave him to his parents –” “Oh, but … he was a wizard, Mr Potter, don’t you think he –” “It is not my decision to make, Lily, I’m sorry it turned out this way…” “It’s okay…” I said defeated. “Well, we spoke to Albus – Dumbledore as well, and he agreed to let you stay out the vacation, but you will have to leave straight back to Hogwarts after New Year’s Eve!” We nodded. “Do you want some breakfast?” “No… not feeling very hungry…” James said, shifting uncomfortably. “I can bring you up some food, and you can eat… If you would like me to…” I said, a little insecure if he wanted me to linger with him. “That would be great!” he said, closing his eyes. “You can come down with us! I really think you should tell your parents –” “Not going to happen… They will just not understand…” I said, shifting a little under their gazes. “Okay, okay.” “He’s hurt, isn’t he?” Mr Potter asked once we closed the door on James. “How – why –?” I fumbled at once. “We’re not stupid Lily… But he doesn’t want to trouble us with it. Can we trust that you will take care of him and alert us at once if his shoulder grows worse?” “Yes…” “Good. And Lily?” “Mm?” “What the hell do you see in that boy?” he smiled. I smirked back, a blush creeping up on my cheeks. “There you are Lily!!” My mother said, coming towards us. “Where were you last night??” “I was out on a walk…” “Eh alright… okay… Ready for some breakfast – where is James?” she asked politely to his parents. “He’s up sleeping. Rough night.” I hoped she wouldn’t take the wrong way. “Alright – Lily why are you dressed in a two feet too long pyjamas that certainly don’t belong to you??” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Eh – only size they had left?” I asked carefully, trying not to show in my face that you could simply shrink the pyjamas with a light tap of the wand. “Fine, fine.” She sighed. I sat at the table, feeling more and more sick. What if it had hit James some place else… what if he, like Henry, had died in front of me? “Lily, are you alright? You’re white!” “I’m fine mom, I’m just… eh – nervous for tomorrow… Not feeling for eating. I’ll just go change, and maybe – get some sleep.” “Hi… How are you feeling today?” I asked, entering back in James’s room. “I think you need to change the bandages… They’re kind of soaked…” He said, his eyes closed, his glasses had slipped down on his nose. “I thought I told you I wouldn’t clean up after you anymore?” I said with a smile, pushing his glasses back up on his nose, wiping his forehead. “Lily! Are you going to let the poor man bleed to death??” He opened his eyes. “Okay, okay take it easy…” I said, opening his shirt again. “Ouch, that does not look good.” I ripped carefully off the old bandages, and cleaned his wound a little again. And I took on a new bandage. “Thanks” he said, gripping my wrist a little, softly. He leaned in, and gave me a quick kiss. I smiled. “Anytime” “And when the music comes on, the bridesmaid comes walking, slowly, not briskly, slowly, and elegant as we practised. Floating like a swan. That’s it, beautiful!” The man, who choreographed the wedding, stood pointing in the aisle, waving his arms like a loony. It was the fifth time the bridesmaids had gone the stupid little walk that day, and I was really tired. First, Yvonne, who also was the maid of honour, would come, walking, apparently like a swan, then Magdalene would come, probably throwing flowers in the air, oh-holy-joy-let’s-all-get-together-and-sing-our-prayers, and then Marjorie would come, perhaps more waltzing like a walrus, than floating like a swan, and then last I would enter, probably just looking incredibly stupid. “Okay then, I think we got it!” he said, and I breathed. “Lovely, lovely. And now, the positions when the bride is coming.” We had to line up, Marjorie, Yvonne, Magdalene and me on one side, holding flower buds that James and I had made a week ago. Vernon stood on the other side, alongside with his best man, each of them a little rose in their button-holes. I couldn’t help thinking how much Vernon looked like a German sausage eater, with those stupid moustaches, and just… incredibly big. I peered out in the crowd nervously; there were some people, mostly my family and Vernon’s family, who watched. My father smiled encouragingly at me, and I took a deep breath. Petunia came in the door, just like she was supposed to, when the music started. I tried not to look at her. She walked, down the aisle, strutting. Looking like a horse. “Stop!” She suddenly shrilled, and the music stopped. “What, what?” the man said distressed. “What is wrong, you’re doing it perfectly!” “It’s… Lily, she just… stands wrong!” she said evilly, shooting me daggers. “What do you mean? Lily is standing perfectly!” “No, she is not!!! She is just standing there like a – like a –” “Why won’t you say what you mean, Petunia?” I asked, getting really tired from her outbreaks every hour, about me doing it wrong. She started crying. Fake crying, that is. “She’s just not –” “Not what Petunia?” I asked coldly, my whole body started quivering. I saw James entering the room, walking really carefully, settling in the back. “You’re not pretty enough!!” she suddenly screamed. “What the hell??” I yelled back. “What the bloody hell has me being pretty or not with if I’m doing it right??” “MOM!!!” she screamed. “Oh yeah, go scream for mom, let’s show all how very responsible and mature you are! Why won’t you say what you really mean to say?” “You’re a freak!!!” she screamed, and the room went deadly silent. She stared at me lividly. I saw James standing up, staring at my sister like she was mad. “Perhaps not the best time to have… this… discussion?” the man said, staring insecurely from me to my sister. “Yeah!!” My mom said. “Petunia –” “You’re not a sister of me!” She screamed, giving no sign she had heard them. “You’re a freak Lily Evans, and I do not wish a freak in my wedding!!!” I ran, having had enough, down the aisle, throwing the stupid flower bud in the air, making it catch fire. All the vases on the table smashed, exploded, making glass fall clattering to the floor, when I ran past them, and out in the reception. I saw James trying to catch up with me, but I apparated up in my room. I just couldn’t believe why she had to snap so completely today! I didn’t need her to make things worse. “Lily?” my mom knocked on the door, fifteen minutes later. I didn’t answer. “Lily, it was completely unacceptable of Petunia, but you needn’t do that. Especially in front of… uhm… muggles. Now, we have fixed it. They wiped the guests’ memories I guess, and repaired the vases. You can come down and finish if you like, Petunia has calmed down now. And if not… I’ll guess I’ll see you at dinner.” I grunted a yes, burying my face in my pillow, making random objects explode with my wand. After lying in bed for an hour, fraternizing about how incredibly stupid Petunia was, I got out of bed, pulling off my dress. I pulled on a bikini and a pair of shorts, and apparated down in the swimming area. I sat on the edge, letting my leg into the water. Thinking. “Are you alright?” a voice came from behind me. I turned around. James stood there, leaning towards the wall. “Mm… fine…” “Don’t listen to her, you’re incredibly beautiful!” he said smiling. “Oh – eh thanks…” I blushed. “I can’t understand how you two are even in family…” “Neither do I” He gave a little chuckle, and came towards me, sitting down on the edge himself. “How is – how is the wound?” “Brilliant, you have magical fingers!” he smiled. “No, I don’t believe you. Lie down, so I can look. Did you take the Blood Replacing potion I gave you this morning?” “Yes, mom!” “Good. Let’s see…” I opened his shirt. “Okay! It’s fine… What a good boy you are…” I said pinching his cheeks. “Yeah I know!” He grinned, and pulled me on top of him, his fingers brushing my ticklish spots. “Haa James what are you doing?” I laughed “Nothing.” He said, moving his hands up to my face. I sat straddling him, the laughter fading from my face but replaced by a shy smile and redness in my face to match my hair. “Why are you blushing?” he whispered, stroking a finger over my cheek, the other hand stroking my hair. “I’m not blushing…” I whispered back, putting my hands on his chest, stroking his collarbone. He closed his eyes, his fingers lingering on my cheek, cherishing my touch. “Look at me…” I whispered, and he slowly, and a little nervously, opened his eyes. Once his soft eyes met mine, I heard his breathing nearly stopped, I felt my own almost stopped as well, and I could hear his heart beating vigorously. “This is how I feel about you” he whispered, grabbing my wrist, placing my hand over his heart. It beat, as I had heard, and now felt, really hard… Nearly pounding out of his chest, when I placed one of his hands over my heart as well, bending over him, over his lips, craving his touch, hungrily… “LILY EVANS! WHAT, IN THE DEVIL, DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING???” I jumped so hard, I fell, dragging the both of us into the water. “Ehh – yes dad?” I said insecurely when I resurfaced, James hiding behind my back. “What were you two doing???” “Oh nothing I was just – ehh – he was just – comforting me?” “COMFORTING YOU??” My dad yelled. “Yes I saw that, thank you very much!! Now, get out of the water, both of you!!!!” “Is he going to kill me?!” James whispered, sounding terrified. “I don’t know!” I whispered back. “It looks like it” “Protect me, Lily, I’m too young to die!” “Don’t be such a baby, stand up for yourself!” I said, climbing up from the water. “I’m really sorry, Sir, Mr Evans, I did not mean to – do that! She jumped on me, attacking me, I didn’t know what to do!” “So much for being a Gryffindor…” I mumbled. “This better not happen again, for if it does, I will certainly alert Dumbledore and have you placed in different dorms!!” “Yes sir – Mr Evans – Sir – Mister, it will not happen again!!” James said, looking quite distressed. “Not?” I said, playfully tugging my shorts, expression of mock hurt in my face. “Ah Lily, don’t do that to me, you make me feel so – It will not happen again, Sir, don’t kill me?” My dad laughed. “Okay, you’re laughing, that’s good isn’t it?” “Not for you!” he said, turning grave again. “If I ever find you… touching… my daughter again, I will make you sorry!” “Dad!!” I exclaimed. “What the hell are you talking about; I can do whatever I like!!” “I’m just saying –” “Dad, leave right now!!!” “I was actually coming down here to get James for a minute…” “Fine…” I said, sitting down on the edge again. “Lily, don’t leave me alone with your dad!!” “Be a man, James! I know it’s hard, but try!” “Ey, I have chest hair!!” I snorted. “C’mon now James, your parents are waiting…” my dad said, smiling evilly at James, leading him out the door. I smiled when James looked back at me, looking dead scared. “Hi darling” I said smiling as James appeared in front of me, in my room. It was Saturday and the wedding was about to start. “Hi… Are you looking forward to go?” he asked me, grinning. “No, not really. What if I fall?” “You’re not going to fall. I’m looking forward to see you, at least, and I can imagine our own we–” “Our own what James dear?” I asked sweetly dangerous. “Nothing!” he said quickly, kissing my cheek. “Oh, can I brush your hair??” He said, motioning me into the chair in front of the mirror in my room. I laughed and nodded, as he grabbed the brush excitedly, and started brushing my hair. Surprisingly gently. All amusement in his face was suddenly faded, and he was staring into the mirror, into my eyes. He brushed my hair thoroughly, not breaking the eye contact. He wasn’t smiling, he was just… looking at me, with big eyes. I felt myself blushing, and found it best not to stare back at him. When he was finished, brushing every crux, he put the brush down. He kissed the top of my head, and I looked up in the mirror again. He pulled out his wand. “Now how would you like your hair, Missy?” He whispered into my ear, so softly, I closed my eyes. “Eh –” I had to clear my throat. “How would you like my hair?” I asked, not knowing what to say. He was still whispering into my ear; “I would like to see me, holding your hair away…” I stared at him dumbfounded, as he grinned wickedly and ran his fingers through my hair, playful. Before I got what he meant, and blushed furiously. “Thanks, James, ew, I’ve got images…” “If you think it’s disgusting, then why are you blushing?” he laughed at my expression. “Oh shut it, damn pervert” I grinned. “Just do my hair, before I’ll throw you in the snow…” “You wouldn’t dare” he said mockingly, and raised his wand, testing out different hair-does, before we found one we both liked. “Now the dress…” I muttered, and brought the dress into the bathroom, James looking scandalized I refused to change in front of him. “Eh, James?” I said, peering out after pulling the dress on. “A little help here?” He nodded, and walked into the bathroom. I pointed on my back. “Zipper?” “Oh yeah!” He said smiling, and tugged it. “James? Zip it UP, that is!” “Oh! Right, right, yeah!” He said, dragging it up. “Well, may I escort the lady down? We can’t apparate, too many people…” I nodded and took his arm. “Don’t let your dad see us holding hands, though, this time he will definitely kill me!” He led me down the corridor, and into the lift. “You smell nice, and you look lovely.” He pointed out. “Thanks, James!” I said, eying him. “I must say you look rather dashing yourself!” “I know I do. I always look dashing.” I rolled my eyes. The doors opened, and we entered the reception, which were crammed with people, trying to get seats in the ball room. “I’ll go find my parents. Good luck!” James said, kissing my lightly on the cheek. I went rather red. My mom stood watching, smiling, and my dad raised his eyebrows. James went white as a sheet again, and hurried over to his parents. “Now, the bridesmaids will come from out there!” the man pointed in every possible directions, making me utterly confused. “Lily, you’ll come in last, and you come in from that side, and walk up the aisle, give a little wink here and there, and settle next to Marjorie, alright?” I nodded. “Okay, here we go!” he said, as all the guests had sat down, and he motioned Vernon to go first, followed by his best man, standing up on the stand. “Yvonne, you’re up next!” he said, motioning her to go. Okay, she did it perfectly. Hoo, how difficult could it possibly be? Next up, Magdalene. She was pretty, that was probably why she was flower girl. She threw flowers around her, down on the aisle. Looking incredibly stupid. But that might just be because James stared after her. “Marjorie!” he said, motioning her to get out on the floor. As expected, there was very little difference between her and a walrus. She already had the colour, moustache, and size, and she walked down the aisle, not near like a swan. “Okay, Miss Lily!” he said politely. “You’re next. It’s going to be fine, you’re doing it perfectly.” I could hear he was only trying to cheer me up a bit, giving me confidence, but I rolled my eyes at him and stepped out on the aisle. I first passed by Steve who stood in the door, watching me, not one emotion showing on his face. I shrugged. Okay walking past him. There were really loads of people in there, every one watching me. Okay so far so good. Now I just had to watch my step so I didn’t trip – of course. I nearly stumbled by a little stupid rose lying on the carpet. Aaarg. I looked up and kept walking, I meet James’s eyes, and I smiled, and he smiled back, mouthing ‘you look lovely’. I blushed, trying not to let it show, I walked down and stood next to Marjorie. Okay. That wasn’t too bad. “Dearly beloved, I give you… the bride!” the vicar said, motioning the door. And the bride’s march started playing, every one stood up. The doors opened, and Petunia walked in, arm in arm with my father. She was wearing a yellow-white dress which looked a little… puffy. She wore this long veil, with a tiara. She didn’t exactly look pretty, but I found it better not to say anything, she didn’t, because she wasn’t… smiling… She wasn’t laughing or smiling, maybe she was incapable of it. Even though this was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, she wore her usual sour expression. When she walked past where my family sat, with the Dursleys on the other side, both Mrs. Dursley, and my mother burst out crying, I almost burst out laughing. I met James’s eyes again, and he shared my look of amusement. He blew me a kiss, and I blushed, but smiling, losing all thread of thoughts, seeing him staring at me. I didn’t hear what the priest said, I didn’t hear what anyone said. All I could think about was James. I mentally hit myself for not reacting fast enough to throw myself in front of Henry, maybe he would have survived… But there was no need to dwell at it. No point. I would just go mad. I smiled to James, so very glad we both had made it. “…and I ask you, Petunia Evans, do you take this man who stands by your side to be your dearly beloved husband, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, until death do you apart?” Silence. “I do.” “So I ask you, Vernon Dursley, do you take this woman who stands by your side to be your dearly beloved wife, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, until death do you apart?” “I do!” he answered at once, smiling. Grinning. “The rings…” they handed over the rings and gave them to each other. “Repeat after me: With this ring” “With this ring” “I take thee, Vernon Dursley” “I take thee, Vernon Dursley.” “To be my beloved husband, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, to death do us part.” “To be my beloved husband, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, to death do us part.” He turned to Vernon who said the just the same thing back. I pretended to yawn, and James laughed. “Then I now pronounce you husband and wife!” Everyone started clapping. “You may kiss the bride!” and he did. I now pretended to gag. James laughed harder. “It’s my pleasure to introduce to you, for the very first time, Mr and Mrs Vernon Dursley!” everybody stood up, as Vernon and Petunia walked down the aisle, hand in hand, waving at everyone. My mom grabbed her hand, shaking it slightly, bursting completely into tears. I rolled my eyes, and followed after, as bridesmaids were supposed to. James got up from his chair, and took slipped his hand into mine, following with us out. It didn’t matter much, soon the whole room stood up and started following. Now, the newlyweds were supposed to take a drive in an old car, around the block, and come back after an hour, and there would be held a reception in the great hall. “You did great!” James said, hugging me from behind, laying his arms around my neck, kissing my soft skin bellow my ear. I could barely control myself, he felt so good. “James, stop it…” I moaned. “Why?” he said, pulling out from his grasp. “Just because if you keep it up, I would have to see it necessary to –” I stopped, and blushed furiously from my own boldness. “You’re smiling, I know you do…” he said, kissing me once more on the neck, suckling gently on my earlobe. One of the things I really liked about James was that even if he kissed me on my cheek, or neck or whatever, he would never try to go further than that, if he knew I didn’t want to. Ah well, perhaps he was just scared I would curse his balls off. “Yap, I do…” I said, lifting my hands behind my head, finding his hair, which I had been desperate to touch the last few weeks. I pulled him closer. He was kissing my jaw line, his arms wrapped around my neck, his fingers into my hair – “My, oh my…” My mother said, coming over. I dropped my arms at once, shoving James away. “When did you two become such good friends?” she smiled. “Thursday night to Friday!!” James smiled, grabbing me again. “That’s why Lily didn’t sleep in her own bed that night?” “Ehhh – I mean … Eeh – Lily a little help here?! If you don’t want me killed by both your parents??” “Take it easy mom, we didn’t do anything.” I said, and was relieved to see her smiling. “It’s okay. Your father is still shocked from finding you two by the pool, I was merely wondering why you all of a sudden became so acquainted!” “She finally saw reason!” James exclaimed happily, slipping an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. “Oh ha-ha, don’t be such a smarty pant! I think it was you that finally saw reason!” “Yeah I know, I’m sorry!” he said, kissing me on my cheek. “Let’s go upstairs and get dressed. In different rooms I mean!!” He said desperately seeing my father coming up beside my mother. “Oh?” I said seductively. “Don’t you wanna get changed with me?” “Eh –” he stood staring from me, with my dress which suddenly was really, really low cut, to my father, who stood glaring at him like a bull. “I could just need a little help you know” I said, pouting like a baby. “I do everything for you, Lily you know that, but I suggest we should run now before your father kills me!” “Yeah, you’re probably right.” I said, and we ran towards the lift, apparating as soon as the door closed. “He’s probably pissed!” I laughed. “Yeah, I mean c’mon… Look at yourself! You’re so incredibly beautiful and with that dress… Wow… it makes my eyes fall out!” “Go drag your eyes back into your head!” I said, smirking. “And go change in your own room. This maiden’s room is closed!” “If you promise me a dance later tonight!” “We’ll see” “Okay, bye then!” I put on my white dress, which in my eyes, was much nicer on me than the red bridesmaid dress. I walked down, arm in arm with my father, who now seemed unwilling to let me go, and he had my mother on the other arm. We walked into the great hall, which had been transformed into a reception area. It was already staring to go dark outside, and I settled on the large table, not wanting to sit up with the newlyweds and their families. My father, however, grabbed James before I could reach him, and motioned him to sit down in the chair, opposite of mine. He then, of all things, motioned my grandmother to sit next to me, and watch us. James’s parents chuckled a little, and sat down next to him, greeting my grandmother. “Hi, I’m Charlus Potter, and this is my wife Dorea Potter. We are the parents of the boy hopelessly in love with your granddaughter.” I sniggered and James went furiously red. “Whaat?” his father asked innocently. “It’s true!” “Dad, I mean it. You’re so dead once we’re out of sight of everyone” “You hear that Dorea, our son is going to fight me!” and they started laughing. James sat growling. “So this is the young man that has been bothering you for the last six years? The boy from your school?” my grandmother smiled. “Hi, I’m Louise Evans, the mother of Lily’s father!” He smiled. “Lily has your eyes!” “Yes I know, they’re beautiful, aren’t they?” she said, chuckling a bit. “Grandma, you don’t say things like that!” “They are, Lily, they are the most beautiful pair of eyes I have – okay, don’t hurt me Mr Evans!!” James said as my father turned his attention to him. I snorted. During the dinner, we couldn’t talk much. There was a lot of toasts, and songs and everything else bullshit you usually have in a wedding. Needless to say, I found it really boring. It didn’t improved things when Magdalene came over to our table, settling next to James, smiling. Flirting with him. Clearly drunk. “So, you’re James Potter right? I have noticed you around…” she giggled, and I scowled hard “I’ve seen you too” James said, staring at her. For me, I found myself fumingly glaring at them. “What do you say to… Hmm… You and me… my room, or the Jacuzzi –” she whispered so that his parents shouldn’t hear. Seemingly, only James and I heard. Luckily. “They have a Jacuzzi on the hotel??” he exclaimed happily. I rolled my eyes. “…Some champagne, and some hard love making?” The nearest glass broke. My doing. James smirked. “Eh – I’m sorry I don’t think so, I kind of have a girlfriend –” Christina… Yes… how can we possibly forget about pretty little Christina, Christina, Christina, everything he ever talks about – “Magdalene, that’s your name right? This is my girlfriend, Lily Evans” I chocked. “Oh hi” she said sarcastically, as if she had just noticed me. “Petunia’s sister. The little freak?” “Don’t call her a freak!” James said at once, staring at her lividly. “Fine, hey, why won’t you ask your little girlfriend if she wanna join us, then!!” “Lily do you want to –?” “No, James definitely not.” I bent over the table, taking James’s hands, staring into Magdalena’s eyes. “I like to have you for my own, Jamie-bear” I whispered, and Magdalene shot me daggers, before finally getting up from the table. “He’s your boyfriend?” My grandma exclaimed happily. Well, happily was an understatement. She looked about ready to plan our wedding. Well I guess it was like that with my whole family. Constantly, I had been nagging about James, for years actually. And they had not once taken it for anything else than that I apparently loved him. Right… “Oh, well no, not exactly! But I – eey, see they’re about to dance. Let’s watch it then!” I said, furiously red around my ears. James smiled at me. “Come sit next to me!” He said, and he made room for me next to him. “I like you being jealous…” “Oh ha-ha what are you talking about, who wrote the rule, ‘being a marauder obligates you to beat the crap out of anyone who kiss, sleep, hurt or date me. Large parts of it with exceptions for yourself?” “How did you know about that??” he said, staring at me in wonder. “I know more than that. Evans belongs to Prongs, no one is allowed to sleep with Evans, except prongs, no matter how drunk you are, this includes prongs, no one falls in love with Evans, and so on and so on. Sirius told me about that. You guys are stupid. So, if I fell in love with Sirius, Remus or Merlin forbids, Peter, I would have a pretty lousy life?” “Yap. That is the basic idea. See, I’ve always known you were smart!” “You have no right to call me jealous!” “No, but I like it when you are, nonetheless. See, don’t be angry, and dance with me!”;; He rose from the chair, and dragged me out on the floor. “You look simply radiant today, my love!” “Your love? I thought you dated Christina?” I said, my voice hardening a little. “Come on! I couldn’t care less for that stupid girl!” “Before or after she cheated on you?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Always baby… See, you’re jealous. I love that!” He said happily, grabbing my waist as we started to dance. “Why are you here, James?” “What do you mean?” he asked, as he twirled me around, to the amazement of many. “Why are you here at the hotel in the first place, were your parents right?” “Uh – eh” “There has to be a reason you came here James, I’m not stupid.” “Okay, okay, it was because of you…” “Why?” I asked, smiling. “Gal, you ask an awful lot of questions. Okay, fine. Eh – Sirius talked to me, and he made me realise that no matter what you had done – or not done as it turned out, I would be crushed if I didn’t see you for a month. So even if we had spent the whole month together, fighting, me being mad at you, it wouldn’t matter, because I would get to be with you” I stared at him, as he twirled me around again. “And I’m glad I did. Or else I might never have heard what you said to Kent, I would never have known that you might have feelings for me” he twirled me around, so I landed in his armpit. “Yeah I bet Sirius will get a hell of a shock when we get back and actually talk to each other!” “Yes he will. He’ll be confused for a month, that poor bastard. We should probably take it easy, start with something easy, like having hardcore sex in front of him, and THEN start talking. I think he would manage to process that better…” “You guys are the weirdest…” “Yeah I know…” “You said I was your girlfriend?” “Mm…” “Why?” “Stop talking, and dance with me!” “You know I still can’t dance, right?” “You’re doing it perfectly!” He brought me close, his face close to his. We were both slightly red in our faces, our noses almost touching… He brought me down for a dip, elegantly, and graciously, all jokes and pranks wiped from his face, staring into my eyes. He had such beautiful eyes… He brought me up again, and I entwined my hands around his neck, stroking the back of his neck, stroking through his hair. When the song ended, I dragged him with me out in the hall, away from my dad’s searching eyes. In the corner of my eyes, I saw my dad scowling when Vernon bent down under his daughter’s dress, dragging the garter off his daughter’s thigh with his teeth. “Where are we going?” “I don’t know…” I said playfully. “Just c’mon, I need to get some fresh air.” “In that dress? You’re going to freeze to death!” “Doesn’t matter” I whispered. “You’re here” I smiled, and dragged him with me, this time the other way than I had taken the other day. We were led further and further into the city. “You have no idea how weird it is to hear you talking friendly to me, Lils… And I kind of like it” “You better like it, baby, because there’s a hell lot more where it comes from!” “Lily Evans talking nasty to me… Never thought the day would come” “Neither did I” I smiled. I just… needed to get away from people, I needed talk to James. “I can honestly say I have never felt like this before…” I whispered, pulling him close to me when we finally had reached a little outside the foaming city. “What changed your mind?” “Your song…” I giggled a bit. “And I realised that no one would ever do the things you have done to me. You should thank Jake for that one.” I laughed sardonically. “And… of course the kiss…” I added shyly. He smiled. “I’m glad” “And when you did not talk to me… I missed you just… being in my life…” I avoided looking at him, but I knew he was smiling. “You’re so lovely” he whispered, giving me a hug, just cuddling with me. “I think I’m starting to fall in love with you, James.” I blurted out, and blushed at once. “I am in love with you Lily…” he said, seemingly untroubled. I stared in his beautiful hazel eyes, my eyes wandering down to his lips. I suddenly felt a longing for him burn inside of me, me wanting to kiss him…. Me leaning in to kiss him. My lips brushing softly against his, because there was no one to interrupt us here, no one to hold us apart. Of course, we didn’t notice the shadowed person standing among the trees, a little further away, watching us intensively, eyes on fire, fists clenching. And before I realised what I was doing, I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to me, down to me, and I leaned up to kiss him. Soft and passionate. I felt he was surprised, but I couldn’t control myself. It wasn’t long before his arms found his way around my waist, pulling me up against the tree, and I followed gladly, not breaking the kiss. His tongue ran along my bottom lip, asking to enter. I opened my mouth. I felt tears mixing in the kiss, and wasn’t surprised to find them my own. My tongue met his, and my brain seemed to explode. It felt really good, like as if he had poured out all of him, all his love in the kiss. It was a hundred times warmer and softer than any other kiss I had had. Oh Merlin, all of him felt so good… so right. “James…” I moaned, when we had to break the kiss to get air. “It sounds so much better coming from you…” he said, not opening his eyes. He was panting a little. “Kiss me Lily…” He whispered. And I did. Carefully, leaning closer to him, not wanting to hurt his shoulder. The edges of his glasses pressed against my skin, softly, as they had always belonged there. “James” I pulled out from the kiss, leaning into his chest. “We really shouldn’t! You’re Christina’s boyfriend –” He kissed me lightly on my cheek. “And I, obviously, am Jake’s –” “You belong to the one you love Lily…” “So do you!” “I belong to you” It was all I needed to hear, and I leaned in to kiss him again, tears streaming down my cheek. “Why are you crying?” he broke the kiss, looking at me. “I’m so scared” I whispered, hugging him. “And you’re really tall” I added, making him chuckle. “Here…” he said, lifting me up, so I wrapped my legs around his waist, supporting myself by leaning into the tree, his hands holding under my thighs, but in a decent way. “Now, we’re face to face… you feel better now? I don’t want you to cry when I’m kissing you…” I kissed him lightly on the lips. “I don’t know what’s making me do this…” I said, drying my eyes, staring into his. “Don’t cry, I swear, you’re going to make me cry as well” “Famous James Potter, crying? I wanna see that…” “No you don’t!” I laughed. “You see?” he asked, grabbing my hand with his, stretched it out, so we could watch it. “Our hands are a perfect fit. We’re perfect for each other,” “Aren’t you scared?” I blurted out. He paused. “For what?” he said at last. “For love… For Voldemort… And of course, for Jake to find out and kill the both of us…” “I’m not scared for the first one, because it makes me feel so good, the two next ones are a little worse, but no, I’m not scared.” “My brave little – eh what do you want to be?” “Not little! Your big, brave solider, that herby vow to keep you safe and protected.” “You have already saved me once, James. Which reminds me, I need to reward you…” I whispered, leaning in to kiss him again. “You’re the greatest girl I have met Lily, you’re so great, and good, and loving and caring and – I just can’t understand why anyone who have met you don’t fall in love with you, as I have.” “You’re making me blush, James Potter…” “Good…” “C’mon, let’s go back…” I said, kissing his cheeks. “If you let me carry you…” “Sure…” “Yes! Finally!” “Stop being such a git!” “Okay…” he said, throwing me over his shoulder. “You are allowed to yell at me, Lily, it’s kind of arousing.” “Yuck, you’re so disgusting James, I don’t wanna know what turns you on!” I said, but giggled nonetheless. “Okay fine!” He carried me all the way through the snow, occasionally letting me down, looking me for a second, and making sure I was real, before hoisting me up again. When all the other guests were still dancing and having fun down in the great hall, I sat up in my bed smiling a little to my self. James had insisted I should sleep in his bed again, but I told him I wouldn’t do it. He was after all still dating Christina. Right? “Ready?” he said, the next morning apparating into my room when I lay, and had just opened my eyes. “Where are we going?” I yawned. “Breakfast!! I’m hungry!!” he said happily, dragging me out of bed. “Uh – Lily you’re not wearing much…” “No, James, I’m fully aware of it!” I said, seeing as I stood in my bra and my little sleeping shorts. “But it’s okay with me” he said, smiling. “I think I could endure it!” “Oh ha-ha you’re so very funny… Fine, but my dad will kill you…” “On second thought, honey, put on a shirt or something. Just… get fully dressed.” “Turn around.” “No, why?” “I’m pulling of my shorts, and I’m changing my bra” “Then I’m not turning around.” “You better turn around, and not peek or I’ll throw you out of the room.” “Fine, fine…” he mumbled, turning around, clasping both his hands over his eyes. “Don’t put on makeup” he said, when I had dressed, and stood in front of the mirror, preparing myself to draw my face back on my head. “You look so much better without it” he kissed my cheek, holding his arms around me. “Okay, fine, fine…” I mumbled, smiling a little. We had a nice long breakfast, I was really hungry, seeing I hadn’t eaten for the last couple of days, and we sat talking. It was really nice, but my mother and father kept shooting us daggers. They liked it peaceful and quiet around the table, except from, of course, when it was themselves who talked about Oh-so-interesting-but-yet-so-boring-grown-up-stuff. When James had gotten through his regular ten portions of food, we went back up into either mine or James’s room, talking even more. Vernon and Petunia had also decided to lock themselves into the bride suite until Christmas started, and James and I had a lot of fun apparating into their bathroom while they had it going. We nearly laughed ourselves to death of Petunia’s small screams. “You think it’s because it’s good for her, or because Vernon is suffocating her by lying on top of her?” James said, and he had to put a hand over my mouth to stop me laughing. We hadn’t kissed again since the wedding, but we spent a great lot of time together, mostly sitting and talking. We had become such good friends, and I felt myself longing for him to kiss me. I saw he wanted to kiss me as well, but every time we got close, someone always interrupted us, funnily enough most of the times it was Steve. He was lurking around the corner, just sitting staring at us. We sat in the Jacuzzi, and we had been talking for a while. He started squirting water at me, and I tried to stop him drowning me. “James, stop it!!” I said, gasping for air. “Okay! Come here, my love!” he said happily, and dragged me close to him, into a hug. “I’m so glad you are okay…” I whispered into his ear. He was sitting in the Jacuzzi, and I was standing. Needless to say, we were about the same height now. “What do you mean?” “Nothing… just your shoulder and all…” “I have never met a girl, who cares so much about others…” he whispered. “It’s in my nature…” I said, leaning out from the hug, staring into his eyes. Our bodies were still tight together, the bubbling water all around us. I pressed my forehead to his, his fingers trembling on my back, running through my wet hair. “Why are you shaking?” I asked, smiling a little. “You make me so nervous…” he said, closing his eyes. “Nothing to be afraid of, it’s just me…” I whispered, kissing his lips so very lightly, him letting go of a moan, and my fingers twirled through his hair, pulling him into my neck. He kissed it hungrily, running his tongue over it carefully, sucking on my earlobe. “James…” I moaned, pressing him towards me, closing my eyes. For each moan I let out, the closer he wrapped his hands around me, the more frenziedly he kissed my neck, leaving red and purple kiss marks on the thin, soft skin. I opened my eyes, and almost dropped into the water. “James, stop” I hissed, and he stopped at once, bringing his face to mine. His lips were swollen, big and red from kissing, and there was nothing I longed for more than kissing those lips. But Steve stood in the background, staring at us. I blushed furiously. I didn’t like doing things like that in front of others. “What, you don’t –” He stopped, and turned around. “What the hell? What are you doing in here?” “Nothing…” Steve mumbled, but he showed no sign of leaving. I sat back down, fuming. “So I mean, what the hell is his problem? Why is he always around? I haven’t even been able to kiss you and that is mostly his fault –” “You want to kiss me again?” James sniggered, putting the weight down. We sat in the gym room, and I watched James do some work out. He said he had to do some workout, working up his arm again. I had out started joining him, but I soon found that I should just give up. James sat with the largest weights (of course). But he laid them down now, staring at me. I stood leaning towards the wall, looking at him. “Eh – uh yeah… I mean… Stop looking at me, Potter!” I snapped, seeing him laughing at me. “I’m not looking at you, Evans” “I was just saying, that I probably would have kissed you again, but I don’t like to do it when everyone is watching... Everyone, meaning… Steve…” I tried to make the sentence as reasonable, but blushed when I didn’t manage it. Luckily, he didn’t push it. “Yeah, he kind of creeps me out as well. Well, there’s no one around now…” he said smiling. “Come sit on my lap, beautiful…” he whispered. “Yuck, you smell…” I giggled, giving him a little look, as to gain permission, and sat down on him. “Yeah, I’m sweating by the sight of you…” I smiled, and wrapped my hands around his neck. “What about Christina?” I asked smugly. “Stop being such a mood breaker.” “Oh well, I’m sorry…” I rolled my eyes. “My poor little –” “Big, Evans, big!!” “…little bumblebee!” I said happily, kissing a soft spot beneath his ear, on his neck. I found his pulse point, and gave a little tug with my tongue. He gave a soft groan, the voice spurring me, but I tore away. “Let’s do some work out!” I smiled, getting off his lap. “Oh, I wanna see this” He said, grinning. I laughed arrogantly, and walked towards the weights. He-he I wasn’t stupid this time, I would make sure they were unlocked. James got up himself, leaning up against the mirror, watching me. I gave him a smug grin, and lifted the biggest weights. Oh yeah, he would see how strong Lily Evans was! Hooo… But it still wouldn’t budge. What the hell? I turned away from James, laughing himself half to death. I placed my second hand on the weight, and used both my hands to drag the weight off the ground. “Oh fucking Christ!” I panted, the weight, dangling from both my hands, threatening to drag both of us crashing down to the ground. “Poor Lily, can’t she lift some weights?” “Shut – up – James –” I panted, when I tried to actually lift the weight in the movement that were required to get some actual workout from it, not just stretching and probably breaking, twisting, completely destroying my sinews. “Do you need some help?” He asked haughtily. “No, oh – no – I – am – just – ugh – fine –” I said, using both my hands to lift the weight up to my chest. Trying to lift it to my chest. “Maybe you should try some – ehem – lighter weights?” James suggested sweetly. I shook my head. “Oh – no – why – would – I – do – that?” One. Ha, in his pants, I did one!! I did a happy dance inside my head, until I saw James’s expression. “Seems to me, you’re having some … trouble” He said, laughter etched into his face. “No, told you – this – is – going – fine, uugh –” I couldn’t lift it a second time. “Fine, okay…” I panted, putting the weight down. “Maybe just… one scale down…” “Just one? Sure you don’t want these?” James said, holding up weights. One pounds weights. “Oh no, no need – eey, that was not nice!” I said, mortally offended. “One pound…” I snorted. “Well, it’s two if you add them together?” James said, grinning broadly, handing me the weights. I took them reluctantly, and scowled, when James took my fifteen pounds (thirty if you use both of them, I thought, scowling harder) weights. Lifting them easily, I would say. No problem at all. Just as I was lifting my ehem…two pounds weights. “This is really – easy –” I panted, lifting the weights, feeling, dreadful as it was to admit, that they were … heavy enough…. “Yeah…” he snorted, lifting one fifteen pounds weight to his collarbone. “That’s –” he lifted the other one, letting the first one fall. “Why –” he did that again. “You’re –” He did it yet again. “Panting!” He grinned “Oh shut up James…” I mumbled. “Just… shut up” I put the weights down again, thinking I had had enough of them. “Wanna jump the jump rope?” I asked, picking up the rope, lying on the floor. He started laughing, still lifting the weights. “Merlin, no! That’s what girls do!” “Ey!” “You’re a girl, aren’t you?” “Yeah…” “Well, then go jump the jump rope, but don’t you try get me in on it!” “Fiiine…” I mumbled, putting the rope down again. “I could use the large weights…” I said down on a seat, preparing to lift the pole, incredibly enough, there were not any weights on it. I lifted it off, but it fell down, me unable to hold it up. “James, a little help here!!” I said, terrified, when I couldn’t lift it off me, concentration all of me to keep it from strangling me. “Merlin, get some muscles…” James rolled his eyes. “Maybe, maybe you could start on the team!!” “Eh – the team? Not the – no, no James, that’s loads of bullocks! You know that, I know that, let’s leave it!” “No, I mean it. You could be my right hand chaser!! “ “Oh, he-he, very funny, but James, I rather not. I don’t think you should loose the cup this year, you have earned it.” I groaned, trapped under the weight. “Wow, that was different from ‘can’t you shove your broomstick and the goddamn quidditch cup up your own arse!’ I grinned innocently. “Oh, you think you’re innocent, don’t you?” he said, smiling. “You’re so bad…” he laughed, before suddenly remembering the weight, threatening to strangle me. He lifted his hand, and the weight fell back on place. “Impressive…” I mumbled, and James beamed. “I know, these muscles are built up from years of training and hard work!” I snorted. “What? They are!” “Yeah, right… Hmmm… Let’s… do some running!” I said happily, pointing at the treadmill.¨ “Running…” he snorted. “Why would you run, when you could fly? I wish I had brought my broom, I could have shown you!” “Ha, as if!” I laughed, and turned the treadmill on, starting to jog lightly. “I’m not getting anywhere near a broomstick! I could hurt myself!” “Yeah, don’t hurt yourself now” James laughed when I had started with the lowest capacity on the machine. “Shut up or I will have to punish you!” I panted, drawing my wand. James only laughed harder. Fine, I thought. I will just have to turn up the speed… “Darling, I was just kidding, you will just be totally exhausted if you do that!” James said, slightly panicking when I turned the speed to full speed. “You don’t have to impress me, you’ll just get yourself hurt! For real!” “Oh shove – it – James!” I panted heavily, when I had to practically run for not fall down and break every bone in my body. “This – is – going – great!” I ran, gave a small laugh, before I stumbled and fell. I landed painfully on my back. “Flower, see now that wasn’t smart, was it now?” James sniggered “Ouch, it hurts…” I chuckled. “I’m sorry, but… I have to go…” James said suddenly, helping on my feet. “Oh…” I said. “You’re leaving me in pain? You don’t want me? I am, after all your sexy little mistress…” I said, leaning up against the mirror. “You’re so dirty… I like that…” He smiled, heaving over me, before kissing me lightly on the lips. “But I really have to go… Sexy little mistress… huh!” he said. “Forever yours” he kissed me on the forehead and apparated out from the room. “That was not very wise…” said another voice, as I rubbed my soar backside. “What?” My breathing was still heavy from all the ehem… hard workout. “I saw you that time in the forest” He said, and Steve came out from the shadowy corner, where he had been lurking. “Are you spying on me?” I spat, rage building. He had the usual emotionless expression. “You don’t belong to him” he said. “I don’t belong to anyone!” I retorted, glaring at him. “You don’t wanna hurt him” Steve smirked. “Believe me” and he was gone. AN Whooopsie… yeah here we go again. Couldn’t last, could it now? (I know, loads of you disagree with me on that one, but I mean… honestly… you think you get a strong relationship if you don’t have to fight for it?, ah, on the other hand, what the heck do I know) Believe you me, they won’t have a drama free relationship / live until the day they die, at least not in my story… So yeah, I like drama, and I think it makes people stronger and more connected. So deal… Goodnight to you all.. xD and yeah, please, please, please pretty please leave a review, and let’s see if we can make it to an average of 30 reviews pr chappie… right? *grins expectantly* Anyways, hope you liked it! *cuddles* http://www.harrypotterfanfiction.com |