"This film thing is American?"

"Yes and no." Lily handed the bowl of fresh popcorn to her boyfriend, burrowing herself under the blankets and cuddling up against his arm. James instinctively shifted his arm around her, pulling the warmth of her body even closer to his. The ends of her hair tickled his wrist, and her head came to rest just on his shoulder. Nights like these were the nights James Potter would all but bite his tongue to keep from asking her to marry him.

"How can it be yes and no?" He turned his head so his lips brushed against her hair, again marveling at how soft it was. Even when she claimed it was "fried from flat-ironing it". It felt perfect to him.

"The idea of film isn't American, but the film we're watching is."

"Why are we watching an American film?"

"Because I bloody well feel like it James Potter." She lifted her head to frown at him, eyebrows crinkling adorably, lower lip sticking out just slightly.

Marry me. Marry me. Marry me.

"What are we watching, then?" He smiled, ignoring the thoughts floating through his head.

"Star Wars."

"What wars?"

"Star Wars." Lily leaned back against him, watching as the previews played on the tiny television at the top of her dresser. "Basically a boy is on a quest to defeat Darth Vader, with a princess and a renegade ladies-man and a hairy thing called a wookie—"

James laughed suddenly. "So basically you, me, Padfoot and Moony?"

"Obviously you're the renegade?"

"Obviously."

"Does that make me Chewbacca?" She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "James, are you implying Han Solo had a candid relationship with Chewbacca?"

"Who?"

She laughed, tilting her head back just so as she did. The light from the television was playing with the shadows on her face. Yet somehow the green of her eyes stayed bright and perfect. Marry me. "Shut up and watch the film." He smartly did as he was told.

Shortly after

"Han and Leia are going to end up together, I can feel it."

"You're mad!" Lily called from the other side of the room as she put away the tape. "You're completely ignoring Luke's feelings!"

He scoffed. "Luke is a child. Han is a man."

"Be that as it may, Han is way older."

"Doesn't matter if they're in love."

"But they're not." She sing-songed, coming back to lie next to him. James grabbed her around the waist, yanking her on top of him. Her hair fell like a curtain over her shoulders. She was his. He was hers. God, he still couldn't believe it. Just a year ago, the same time, this was only a dream. She barely spoke to him, and when she did it was tersely. He was living the dream.

He lifted his head, meeting her lips with his. Exploring nowhere, the kiss was sweet. Perfect. She was perfect. Marry me. "Why must you make everything so difficult, Lily Potter?"

"Well I—" She stopped, her smile dropping off her face like a brick. "What?"

"What?"

"What did you call me?"

"Nothing, slip of the tongue." James leaned forward again, kissing her briefly.

"James!" Lily put her hands delicately on the side of his face. Her eyes searched his for what seemed like a decade. "What. Did. You. Call. Me?" He stared at her. She knew. She knew what he had said, and he'd be damned if he would say it again. They hadn't even been dating for a year there was no way…no way. She'd back out. She'd say no. Leave. He couldn't do that to her. To himself. No.

"Marry me." What? No! That's not what he had planned to say! He hadn't planned to say anything.

"Okay," She nodded about as casually as possible. As if she'd given it a lot of thought.

"What, really?"

"Yeah."

"Okay." James felt a smile spreading across his face, and he knew it'd be there 'til he died.

"Alright." She laughed, mirroring his smile.