James Potter and Lily Evans sat in Gryffindor Common Room, James by the large, heavily adorned tree, and Lily curled in a chair by the fire. It would be a while before Sirius was aware of the world and they were making the most of the opportunity they had. She held a cup of tea in her hands, hair still mussed with sleep as James threw aside brightly coloured boxes. He threw a squashy package at Lily. "Looks like Moony got you a present." He remarked as she tore the paper.
"Just because we both share an affinity for jumpers!" Lily retorted
"Yeah, ugly jumpers!" The pair laughed
"They're not that bad, are they?" She asked
"Nah," James replied. "Just not my style is all." He carried on digging through the pile until his head was hidden by the lower branches of the tree.
"James, what are you doing?" Lily giggled. All of a sudden he threw a small box at her, topped with a tiny silver bow "Santa left it for you." He said earnestly. She slowly undid the bow and wrappings, before pulling back the lid. The young woman gasped, unable to articulate words at the object inside the box. James just grinned impishly.
"So how about it, Evans? Will you marry me?" Lily launched herself at James, hugging him with all her might. "So is that a yes then?" He asked, caught by surprise by the force of the hug but returning it all the same.
"Yes, you stupid git, of course I'll marry you." Lily whispered, tears spilling from her eyes "Now are you going to do the proper thing and put this bloody ring on my finger or do I have to do it myself?" She asked. James took the box, pulled out the ring and slid it on to Lily's finger, before kissing the top of her hand lightly. "You're all mine now, Evans. Or should I say Potter?"