"Do you, Lily Evans, take James Potter as your lawfully wedded husband?"
Lily's green eyes took in the sight before her.
James Potter, in a tux, looking absolutely delighted behind his round framed glasses. And beside him -
Yes, right beside him.
As in, right by his side.
His best man Sirius Black grinned, and winked at the lovely bride.
Her eyes narrowed at him, before she zoomed back into reality. "I do," she replied softly.
"I now pronounce you - "
The preacher was cut off by the obnoxious drawl of Sirius Black.
"I've got something to say," he announced.
"Obviously," Lily muttered, ignoring James' undisturbed attitude towards his friend's interruption. She really should've known that Sirius Black as a best man was a simply horrid idea. But she'd allowed James to have him, anyway.
Silly her.
"These two," he continued, his grey eyes dancing happily, "are not the only ones getting married here!"
Lily's eyes darted to the man who was still grinning like mad. "What?" She hissed, "What do you mean by that, Sirius Black?"
"I mean, Lily dear, that when you marry James Potter you marry Sirius Black as well."
"Excuse me?" She said in a hushed whisper, "What do you mean by that?" Lily frustratedly turned to James for help, "Are you a part of this?"
He shrugged, "We made a pact in third year."
"Un-bloody-believable."
Sirius grinned, "Continue on, preacher man."
The preacher just stood there, bewildered. "Alright then," he said, uneasily. "I now prounounce you husband, best-man," upon Sirius' nod, he continued, "and wife."
Lily huffed angrily, swearing revenge on her new husband and his best mate.
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Sitting at the head table under the luxurious tent they'd rented for the special occasion Lily smiled, with a new plan forming in her mind. She turned to James with a sugar sweet smile, "So James, since technically I'm married to Sirius as well...Will he be coming along with us on our honeymoon?"
James' eyes widened, and gradually a growl escaped his mouth.
"Hullo mate," Sirius said cheerfully taking his seat beside the bride and groom. He noticed his friend's murderous expression, "What's wrong with you?"
"I'm breaking the pact."
