I'm getting married.

Married.

Hm……

Somehow, I pictured it differently. I saw myself gliding down the aisle, in a white, floaty, dress, turning my head sideways every so often to beam at friends and family. I look down the aisle, and I see my best friends as my bridesmaids, and the best men, Sirius, Lupin, and Peter. I notice my groom, standing at the altar. And, that's where my dream ends. I realize I have absolutely no idea who I want to marry.

Now, I bet you're asking, 'So Lily, what happened to your dream wedding?' Well, the answer to that would be, I'm eloping. Yes, now sit back down.

What happened is that James Potter, he blackmailed me. Blackmailed me into eloping with him. Yup. I have not the foggiest idea why, though.

This is what my wedding is actually like. I'm dressed in my best white gown. James is wearing a suit. We are being married in front of a bunch of strangers, instead of friends and family.

Whoopee.

Aren't weddings supposed to be happy?

(After the wedding, at a hotel)

I was contently sitting on the bed in our room, while he was sitting on the ground when he decided to finally talk.

"Lily?" He questions me.

I answer him, "Yeah, James?"

He pauses before hesitantly asking, "Do you wanna know why I blackmailed you into marrying me?"

"It would be nice for a change." I answer him after a pause of disbelief on my part.

He paused for a moment, as if contemplating whether or not to answer sincerely.

"Um, well, you see, I…um, I…..I….I-I-," he stuttered out, at least before I interrupted him.

I impatiently demanded him, "Well? Spit it out!"

"I……I love you, Lily."

Wait, what just happened? Did he just confess his love for me?

'He did, now answer him!'

Su- hey, wait! Who are you, and why am I listening to you?

'I'm your inner you, smart one. But that's not important. James is. Now kiss him or something!'

OK, OK. Jeez. I'm a going.

I finally snap out of it and look at James. Aw, he looks so cute. Lily! Stop that! Now is not the time for ogling him! I finally noticed he looks a bit depressed. Oh my gosh! Duh he is depressed, you still haven't answered yet!

"Really?" I ask earnestly.

He looks up and smiles a tiny bit, "Yes. I haven't been more honest in my life."

Finally, I grab him, and slam my lips onto his. I can imagine his expression right now. Eyes wide open, shocked. Ah well, he'd better get over his shock, or I'll be doing all the kissing.

Of course. Now, he starts to kiss back. Finally, being thoroughly being kissed by the James Potter. I've imagined this so many times, it's not funny. Ah, I sigh into the kiss. I then deepen it by wrapping my arms around his neck, and he wraps his arm around my waist. And that is where I leave you guys. Us, kissing. Wasn't that fluffy?

Yay. This is a Lily/James pairing. Pretend this is in modern times, and they don't have magic. Make sense? This is my first fic, so don't be harsh. No flaming, by the way. Hope you enjoyed.