Butterbeer Is All It Takes

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. This is for entertainment purposes; I'm not getting any money for it.

"Lily, my love. You are the brightest sun in my world; you shine like the stars in the night sky. Please, will you go out with me? Just on a date to Hogsmeade. You can choose the time and date, and everything. We can get a Butterbeer, if you like."

The girl turned and faced the one who begged her attention. "You know what? It'll just be a Butterbeer. Sure, I'd love to, Potter. I guess I should call you James, though."

James blinked at her. "So, I've been trying to woo you for the last six years with offers of expensive chocolate and huge diamonds... and all it took was to offer you a small pint of Butterbeer?"

There was a pause, in which Lily considered this. "Yes, actually. I'm awfully fond of it. It's rather addictive. I'm surprised you didn't know this, considering how much of a stalker you are when it includes me."

"Well..." he opened his mouth, then closed it and shrugged. "I guess I'm a bit of a stalker." He smiled. "By the way, when we tell people about how you said yes to me, can we say that you fell for my charismatic personality and amazing good looks?"

Lily chuckled. "You'll be lucky."

"Lily, my love, you've been a huge part of my life for many years now and, if someone had told me that I'd fall more in love with you many years ago, I would have laughed at them. However, it's true. You are the most beautiful, the most amazing, the most intelligent and kind-hearted person on this earth. Lily Evans, will you marry me?"

Lily felt a blush heat up her cheeks and smiled down at the boy – no, man – that she now loved. "No."

The grin dropped off of James' face in an instant as he took in her completely sincere expression. "You... What? I... That's okay, if you don't want to, I guess... I was... I'll..."

"Of course I do, Potter." Lily said, giggling to herself and messing up his already hair. "James Potter, I'd consider it an honour. But, seriously, you should have seen your face. I do want to marry you. Honestly, you worry too much."

James scowled at her. "I'm thinking about retracting the offer now, to be honest."

Lily made a face and then wrapped him in a hug. "I'm sorry, love. I'll buy you a Butterbeer to make up for it?"

"But you know I don't drink it when I've just finished my dinner..."

"No, but I do."

"Lily, my love-"

"James, I have a feeling you're going to ask me something big, because of the way you started this. But before you ask, I'm going to suggest that you consider getting some news lines. Your ones at the moment are a little... well... repetitive."

Speechless, James blinked at his wife. "Fine. I'll just get it over with, then." He muttered, rolling his eyes. "Will you do me the honour of carrying my baby?"

Lily started to laugh. "Well, this is the opening I've been looking for. For a few days, actually."

"What?"

"I'm pregnant with your baby, already. I wasn't sure how to break it to you, or if you'd like the fact, but... Clearly, you're happy with the arrangement. Shall we make the guest room into a room for the baby? I've been planning this for so long, you have no idea."

James smiled at her. "I'm glad. Well, that's fantastic news. I'm going to be a father!" He grinned and moved forwards to wrap her into a hug.

"Congratulations. Now get me some Butterbeer? I'm pregnant, so I can't move or I could miscarry."

He shook his head slightly. "You're going to make that an excuse for everything, aren't you?"

Lily grinned. "Of course."

A/N: Just my opinion on how these three situations would go. Please review? It'd make my day :3