Disclaimer: I'm not Jo, the world of Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling.
Chapter 1. Apparently, Peter has a china doll collection.
When she was a child, she'd often dreamt of having an autumn wedding. May be it was the slight seasonal chill in the air, or the brownish-yellow leaves that would decorate the earth, she didn't know why for sure, but contrary to what most people believed (that summer was her favourite time of the year), Lily Evans loved autumn.
A sharp poke to her head broke Lily out of her reverie; looking into the mirror she fixed the offending person standing behind her with a furious stare.
"What is the rush? Slow down, you're hurting me," Lily muttered, mentally counting the hours to her wedding.
"I'm the Best Man, you remember, don't you?" Sirius answered, his brow furrowed in concentration, his hands moving swiftly, pinning tendrils of Lily's deep auburn hair into what was starting to look like a sophisticated, yet whimsical updo. "I'm going to have to rush to find Prongs soon. Before he runs away out of sheer fright and disbelief, or Wormtail gets him high on an overload of Cheering Charms and Calming droughts."
Lily smiled and tried to shake her head but Sirius stopped her by gripping her head firmly. "Don't ruin my work," he chided, "I'm almost done."
Sirius locked one last tendril in place with a bejewelled hairpin and tapped his want on Lily's head to keep the style in place.
"There, I'm done. I'm off to find Prongs. Mumma and Papa Potter should be here soon"
Lily kissed him on the cheek and smiled, "Thank You. Send Alice or Marlene here if you see them, would you?"
Sirius nodded and walking to the door, turning around and tapping his nose on his way out.
Lily couldn't help but laugh. If someone had told her a week ago even, that Sirius Black, the consummate rebel and compulsive flirt, had a knack with hairstyles she would have thought it to be one of those outrageous rumours the Marauders frequently started about each other, (Like the one about James being a trained Ballet dancer, or about Peter's China Doll collection) just to laugh about it once the embellished versions of the original reached their ears.
Lily had been truly surprised when one afternoon, Sirius, on stumbling upon her looking through Muggle bridal magazines to find a suitable hairstyle for her wedding, had offered to do her hair for the occasion. There was a condition of course, the boys, or anyone else, could never, ever know.
Lily had been skeptical, but after extracting a hundred promises (like he wouldn't, accidentally even, use a balding jinx on her) from Sirius and knowing his own almost borderline obscene obsession with him own hair, agreed.
As she walked towards the closet to get her Muggle wedding dress out, she realised that this was now a secret between Sirius and her, something she shared with him and him alone, and it inexplicably made her feel a touch closer to him.