Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters mentioned below (although I would be very happy if I did).
The rain is falling in sheets, heavy and oppressing. Lily thinks it is a horrible day to have a wedding, she has never been one for weddings anyway. She doesn't tell anyone of this because everyone will just get upset at her and yell and that is the last thing Petunia will want on her wedding day. So Lily stays quiet and keeps her opinion to herself. She excuses herself from the bustling wedding reception and finds the stairs and the door that leads to the roof. Sighing to herself, she pushes open the door and steps out into the rain.
The rain is falling in sheets, heavy and oppressing, but Lily doesn't mind. She loves the rain, she always has. It is soaking her dress and her bare feet (for she has discarded those reckless shoes her sister had managed to shove her in before the reception ever started) Letting her eyes fall shut and her head to fall backwards, Lily allows the rain to cascade down on her and wash away her thoughts. She does not hear the door open, nor does she hear someone step out into the downpour.
"Lily?" a voice asks. Lily's eyes pop open and she whirls around to find out who the oh-so-wonderful intruder is and is startled to see the last person she ever expected to see standing there. Donned in dark blue jeans, a white dress shirt-sleeves rolled up to his elbows, first three buttons undone-and a pair of blue Converse, stands James Potter. Shaggy black hair is matted t his forehead, his glasses are catching rainwater, and his shirt is quickly becoming see-through.
"James." she whispers back. By this time, Lily is shivering because the rain has turned cold and the wind has picked up, blowing drenched tendrils of crimson colored hair and sticking them to her face. Her maid of honor dress is stuck to her body like a second skin, green fabric soaked and dripping with rainwater. "What are you doing here?" The question slips from her mouth by accident, like a leaf falling off of a tree. James takes a step towards her, a hand coming up to run itself through his dark unruly hair as he does. A breath manages to make its way out of her as he steps closer and closer until the toes of his shoes are barely brushing her bare ones.
"Looking for you." The answer is easy enough and a smile graces his features as he says it. The smile-according to Lily-is contagious because one finds its way to her face as she looks at him. "Well," she mumbles, "You found me. What now?" His answer is quick and easy, Lily thinks. "I didn't think that far ahead." He chuckles and raises a hand to brush a piece of stray hair out of her face. Her face darkens considerably and it does not go unnoticed by James. Smirking, he levels his face with hers and begins to lean in. "J-James?" Lily barely manages to get out, "What are you doing?" His hand comes up to grasp her chin, so soft-oh so softly-and his lips press to hers and it is the most wonderful feeling Lily has ever experienced.
And the rain continues to fall, though not the torrential downpour it once was, and Lily cannot help but think that weddings aren't so bad after all. (Even if it is her sisters.)