No, Potter, I Won't Marry You

A/N: I was originally gonna include this in Will You Marry Me? , but decided not to. I hope I kept Lily and James in character, seeing as this is my first JamesLily fic. Enjoy!

She had just got into Gryffindor, and was staring wistfully towards Severus and the green-clad Slytherins, when a loud, slightly arrogant voice broke into her thoughts.

"You got into Gryffindor? Good on you! I mean, everyone knows those Slytherins are gits."

It was that Potter jerk and his cronies, and as she whirled around furiously, her bright hair whipping her face, he added,

"You know, since you're in Gryffindor, I just might have to marry you!"

Black, shadowing Potter as always, let out a loud bark of laughter, and Lily longed to punch Potter's cocky smile off his obnoxious face.


It was Third year, and Lily, blushing redder than her hair, made her way hesitantly towards the raucous gaggle of Third-year boys, playing Exploding Snap by the crackling fire.

Feeling extremely foolish, she bent down on one knee in front of an incredulous-looking James. Stammering out a rather angry proposal in his direction, she whipped her mane of hair behind her back, gathered what was left of her pride, and stalked off to join her madly giggling friends clustered in the armchairs, making it a point to ignore James's calls of "Yeah! Evans, come back! Evans?"

But hey, she was Lily Evans, and she never turned down a dare.


Valentine's Day of Fifth year was a very memorable occasion for Lily — and not in a good way.

She had woken up surrounded by what seemed like hundreds of pink-clad dwarves strumming on harps and singing tuneless songs. Shoving them out of the way unceremoniously, she had made her way to the loo to find—even more bad-tempered, tone-deaf elves, looking as if they would rather be anywhere but with her.

And amidst it all, James Potter was perched on the toilet, looking supremely happy, strumming a ukulele and singing at the top of his lungs,

"Lily—Evans. Will YOUUU marry ME?"

James had ended up in the Hospital Wing that day, with numerous hex marks lining his upper arms. No one doubted how he'd gotten them.


A cold wind was rattling the windowpanes of the Gryffindor Common Room as the Head Girl and Boy collapsed blissfully onto the welcoming armchairs, exhausted from patrolling the corridors hours on end.

"Confiscated anything?" Lily asked wearily, burrowing deeper into the cushions and regarding James grimly.

"Merlin, did I ever!" grinned James, all weariness forgotten as he reached inside his pockets. Grinning proudly, he pulled out a Fanged Frisbee, Powdered Dragon Claw, and a multicoloured puffball with curiously sharp teeth under its cuddly exterior. He quailed instantly under Lily's stern look, but couldn't help bursting out in laughter as it chomped down on Lily's thumb.

"So, Lily," he began. "Marry m-"

"-no, James." Lily cut in, looking exasperated. She looked thoughtfully at James's mock-sad expression. "But I will go out with you."

She couldn't help but smile at his look of incredulous joy.


Green eyes met hazel, Quidditch-hardened hands clasped slim, white ones, and through nervous lips James asked the time-worn question;

"Lily, will you marry me?"

Lily smiled slightly, the apple blossoms drifting around them like softly falling snow. Looking into James's earnest face, she was suddenly sure of her answer. The memories that simply worded question brought back…

"For once, yes."